After I became a passerby, I saved the villain's family

Hearing this familiar voice, all the members of the Black Hawk Gang froze in place and slowly lowered their hands that were holding the knives.

Fu Jichu turned around stiffly.

"Brother..."

Song Dalei strode up to Fu Jichu and raised his hand.

"Snapped!"

A slap hit Fu Jichu's face hard.

Fu Jichu's face was slapped to one side, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Fu Jichu, how dare you let your brothers kill the people of Yangping County!"

"You really disappoint me!"

Song Dalei's eyes were full of heartache.

Nearly a hundred lives!

He, Fu Jichu, actually said to kill and kill.

The Black Hawk Gang used to rob caravans and beat up businessmen. Although they became prosperous later, they would never harm innocent poor people.

"If I had known this, I shouldn't have saved you!"

Song Dalei grabbed the big knife from his subordinate and chopped at Fu Jichu.

"Sir! No!"

Hei Jue quickly swung his knife to block Song Dalei's blade.

He fell to his knees with a plop.

"Master, blame me if you want to. I told you to do this!"

"Just you?" Song Dalei was furious.

"Master Song."

Xiao Yujing spoke.

"Fu Jichu's collusion with court officials and smuggling of private salt is a serious crime and should be handed over to the government office for punishment."

"Ah-"

"Haha, hahaha!"

Fu Jichu laughed sarcastically as if he had heard a joke.

His laughter grew louder and louder, he covered his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

After a while, he put down his hands and stared at Xiao Yujing with gloomy eyes.

"Your Highness, what basis do you have to conclude that I am colluding with Wei Kangyuan?"

"Is it based on the several fictitious account books he gave me, or the bodies dug out from the hill behind the saltworks?"

Xiao Yujing curled his lips and smiled.

"Master Fu knows it very well."

Fu Jichu paused and spoke coldly.

"You want to convict me of a crime based on just this little bit of evidence. Your Highness really deserves to be a member of the royal family."

"This is so disgusting."

There was strong hatred in his eyes as he spoke word by word.

"you!"

Seeing him denying it flatly, Song Dalei was very angry.

"At this point, you still dare to quibble..."

"Second uncle!"

Suddenly, a clear and tender female voice came from the direction of the inner door of the gambling house.

Song Ayao slowly walked out from the shadows, followed by the shivering Qingqing.

She walked straight up to Xiao Yujing and handed him the thick stack of books in her hand.

Burch on the side quickly took it with both hands.

"These are the details of Fu Jichu's purchase of smuggled salt from Wei Kangyuan, as well as every list of smuggled salt he smuggled with the goods, and..."

And every letter the Third Prince had written to him during this period of time.

Xiao Yujing naturally recognized the handwriting on the envelope.

"These were all found in Fu Jichu's study."

Song Ayao looked at Fu Jichu expressionlessly.

"Second Uncle, are these evidences sufficient?"

Fu Jichu stared at Song Ayao in a daze, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Ayao, why ..."

why her?

He was least defensive against her.

But she took advantage of his trust and betrayed him?

Fu Jichu looked hurt.

His heart ached so much that he could hardly breathe...

Song Ayao looked at him and spoke coldly.

"Because you hurt innocent people."

Fu Jichu covered his chest in pain, the grief in his heart made him unable to utter a word.

The person he thought was closest to him now pushed him into the abyss with his own hands...

Xiao Yujing glanced through the pile of books and confirmed that they were what Song Ayao had mentioned.

"Fu Jichu, what else do you have to say now?" Xiao Yujing said coldly.

Fu Jichu lowered his head, his emotions undetectable.

Song Ayao suddenly walked towards him and gently placed her hand on his.

"Uncle, you told me before that if you do something wrong you will be punished."

"We still have a chance to take responsibility for the mistakes we made."

"Uncle, stop struggling."

"Just admit your guilt, okay?"

Fu Jichu was shocked.

He said these words to the stunned little A'yao when he was whipping the little fat boy.

At that time, he saw Xiao Ayao's expression of pity, and he said coldly:

"Ayao, it's this person's fault for hurting you."

"If you do something wrong, you will be punished!"

Fu Jichu's eyes were filled with tears.

She remembered, she remembered everything.

But even if she thought about it, she didn't blame him.

She is still the little sun in his heart.

Fu Jichu raised his head and looked at Song Ayao in confusion.

Should he plead guilty?

Does he still have a chance to make up for the mistakes he made?

Seeing that his expression seemed to relax, Hei Jue on the side hurriedly shouted:

"Second Master! Don't listen to her!"

"If we confess, we're all done for!"

As he spoke, he looked at Song Ayao's back.

"It's all your fault! Go to hell!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and stabbed at her with the knife.

Song Ayao only felt that she was suddenly pulled hard by an arm.

The world was spinning.

"puff!"

The sound of a knife cutting into flesh.

Song Ayao was pinned to the ground by a body.

"Ayao!"

Song Dalei took two steps forward and kicked Hei Jue away.

Hei Jue bumped into a pillar, fell to the ground, vomited blood and died.

It happened in a flash, and almost no one could react.

Except Fu Jichu.

Song Ayao opened her eyes and looked at the face above.

She has seen this masked face since she was a child.

The face that was always full of tenderness towards her on weekdays, at this moment, looked pale and miserable in front of her.

"Second uncle!"

Song Ayao quickly helped Fu Jichu up.

But he found that a knife was stabbed into his chest from behind.

"Second uncle..."

Song Ayao burst into tears and held him in her arms helplessly.

Fu Jichu's face was pale and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"No... cry..."

He raised his hand, trying to wipe away the tears on her face.

But the severe pain only allowed him to touch her face briefly.

His consciousness began to fade, and a white light flashed before Fu Jichu's eyes.

He forced himself to stay conscious and struggled to take out a wooden carved kitten from his arms.

She stretched out her trembling hand forward, trying to put the kitten into her hands.

Under the white light, Fu Jichu vaguely saw a blood-red patch on the kitten's body.

He laughed at himself in his heart.

As expected, it still couldn’t be sent out cleanly.

The next moment, his hands dropped.

The wooden kitten tumbled to the ground.

Fu Jichu tilted his head and died in Song Ayao's arms.

Song Ayao was stunned.

He looked at the person in his arms in disbelief.

"Second uncle? Second uncle!"

No one responded.

Song Ayao's eyes were blurred with tears.

The scenes of her past interactions with Fu Jichu echoed before her eyes.

From now on, no one will touch her head and say in a slightly hoarse but doting voice -

"Ayao, look."

"The lotus in the yard is blooming again."