On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

A figure flashed in from the door.

The two people's bodies were tense and they shrank back unconsciously: "Who?"

Huo Changhe closed the door with his backhand: "Me."

The two looked at each other and had no impression of him.

There were dozens of exiled prisoners, but they didn't take a closer look at them one by one.

"Who are you? How can you enter our house at will? Your room is downstairs, get out!"

Huo Changhe not only did not go out, but sat down: "What's the point of entering your house? I have other things to do."

The two swallowed: "You...what do you want to do?"

They pulled the quilt to cover their bodies.

Huo Changhe sneered: "Who are you scolding? Put away your dirty thoughts! No one cares about you."

"What did you say just now? Why did you go into the woods?"

"No, nothing."

"That is, we are officials and you are committing crimes. Where should we go, and we have to tell you?"

"What kind of official is a little postman?" Huo Changhe stood up slowly, "It doesn't matter whether you admit it or not, I already know it anyway. If you do something wrong, you have to pay a price."

"What...price?"

"Save your life."

The two of them were shocked and wanted to shout loudly, but before their voices could escape their throats, they felt a coldness and pain in their throats, followed by warm liquid gushing out.

"My wife is also something you can touch?"

……

Yan Ruyu slept very deeply this night.

When she was taking physical fitness and superpower tests when she was a child, her grandfather told her some important things. Each superpower has different strengths and taboos. Although she prefers to study hypnosis, she cannot use it frequently.

Hypnosis drains her energy and makes her feel tired.

That night at the Taoist temple, she used it once, and tonight she used it twice in a row.

I didn't feel it when it happened. After the dust settled and my nerves relaxed, I felt tired and crazy.

The next morning, I didn't get up early for the first time.

She was awakened by a loud noise.

When she opened her eyes, the eldest lady was cooking noodles under the window. There seemed to be many people at the door. Yan Ruyu didn't pay attention. She closed her eyes again and entered the space consciously.

Eat something casually and pick some fruits to try. The one she gave to Huo Changheng last time didn't bother her.

It's sweet, slightly sour, and I feel...feeling better after eating it.

Get some millet and feed it to the pheasants.

When she came out of the space, the yard was already noisy.

Get up quickly, put away the things you took out, and quickly leave the house.

Huo Changheng stood guard at the door and hurriedly greeted her when she came out: "Sister-in-law, you're awake! Mother said not to disturb you."

"Heng'er, be good," Yan Ruyu handed him a red fruit and millet grains, "Feed the pheasants!"

"Thank you sister-in-law!"

The eldest lady gave her a wink and pulled her to her side: "I originally wanted you to sleep a little longer and call you after cooking, but I didn't expect..."

Yan Ruyu turned around and saw that the person at the door just now was not an ordinary person, but a police officer wearing official yamen uniform.

"What are you doing here?" Yan Ruyu wondered and put some mushrooms into the pot.

The eldest lady whispered: "Last night, those two... well, postmen, died. I heard they were killed. I don't know who reported it to the police. The police came early to investigate the matter."

Yan Ruyu was also surprised, dead? Did you report it to the official?

"Where's Yan Song?"

The eldest lady pointed to the middle of the crowd. The person surrounded by several police officers was not Yan Song.

Yan Song's face was livid, his breath was stuck in his throat, and he wished he could escape to the Heavenly Spirit Cap.

Originally, what happened last night was embarrassing enough. I thought about setting off early in the morning and leaving this poor place. My subordinates didn't dare to say anything. These prisoners would never be able to go back and no one would mention it again.

When he got up, he reassured himself for a long time that everything was fine, but when he got downstairs, several policemen broke in and surrounded him asking questions.

Especially since Meng Mengliang was still on the sidelines, rambling, and every word was like a loud slap in the face.

What made him even more unable to argue was that the two postmen died, and everyone thought it was him venting their anger.

He did have the intention to kill, but he didn't do it. Even if he did, it wouldn't be last night.

The detectives were chattering around him, and Meng Mengliang was chattering.

"Shut up, everyone!" Yan Song couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes were cruel, he took a step forward and pointed his finger on the policeman's chest, "Shut up, do you hear me clearly?

The person is dead. Go and investigate. Don't find fault with me. Convict me. Okay, bring the evidence.

If there is no evidence, just get out of here. I will leave soon and my trip will be delayed. Can you afford it?

Is this a young policeman worthy enough to question this officer? "

The policeman blushed: "Human life is no small matter, let alone one's official position!"

"You can say that, why don't you go to the Ministry of Punishment? Why don't you go to practice law?" Yan Song sneered, "You county magistrates don't even dare to do this, how can you act like justice here?"

Yan Ruyu sneered secretly, Yan Song was really pushed to the point of losing his mind, and he could still say such things.

There are many people talking about it, and they are not afraid that the news will be reported back to the capital, and the imperial officials will know about it. Not to mention him, even Shilang Yan will suffer.

But how did those two postmen die?

While she was thinking, the eldest lady called to her: "Ruyu, hurry up and eat. Maybe you will be on the road soon and you will need to fill your stomach."

They all came over and praised the noodles made by the eldest lady.

Yan Ruyu glanced at Huo Changhe: "Do you know how those two post soldiers died?"

Huo Changhe frowned slightly and thought hard: "I don't know, I probably didn't sleep well last night, and my memory is a little worse."

Yin Ding blinked: "Really? What have you forgotten?"

Huo Changhe glanced at him, and he quickly lowered his head and remained silent.

There was a sound on the stairs, and someone carried the two corpses down, but their heads and faces were covered, so nothing could be seen.

Yan Ruyu then thought about it, that's all, he was leaving soon anyway and would not come back again. These two people were not good people.

As soon as they finished eating, Yan Song, who was indeed crazy, gave the order to set off immediately.

This time, Yan Song also took a horse from the inn, so he no longer had to walk on his legs.

Huo Changheng's injury was completely healed. Not only was all the remaining poison gone, but even the scars were very faded. He happily raised his little feet for Yan Ruyu to see.

Yan Ruyu was also surprised. Could this be the effect of the red fruit?

He refused to let Yan Ruyu push him anymore, but Yin Ding used some method to persuade him to get on the small cart, and Huo Changxu came with him.

Yan Ruyu figured that she would be in the town at noon. She didn't have to buy anything, but she had to pretend, so she wouldn't have to cover up when she took out the things.

Seeing that she wasn't paying attention, Yin Ding walked a few steps quickly to Huo Changhe's side, squeaking and hesitating to speak.

"Just say whatever you want."

"Master, has your memory really deteriorated?"

Huo Changhe remained calm: "What do you want to say?"

Yin Ding cleared his throat: "I'm going to the town right away. I want to buy something. You haven't given me this month's money yet."

Huo Changhe laughed angrily: "Are you thinking that I don't remember and want to blackmail me more?

I just gave it to you when we were in the cottage. I think you don't want the money, but you want to be whipped a few times, right? "

Yin Ding smiled sarcastically: "Oh, I'm just trying to recall it for you, because I'm afraid your memory will really get worse. It's not bad, you're fine."

Huo Changhe was too lazy to pay attention to him, walked to Yan Ruyu, stroked his forehead and hissed softly.