After rebirth, she became the favorite of the powerful minister.

I was wondering how the news spread so quickly, it turns out that the little guy went and told it.

Although the people in the Wen family seemed a bit cold and aloof, they were actually quite nice. God let her come back to life in Wen Qian's body, perhaps to make up for her previous life when she had few relatives.

In her previous life… She had never imagined that one day she would describe her life as Yuan Ge in this way.

She smiled and lowered her head, sitting in the courtyard waiting for the medicinal porridge. She changed the subject and asked about today's events, "What happened to the fugitive today?"

Today's fugitive is called Hong Shiru, and he was captured by Jingzhao Prefecture. He is a big, strong man with a beard, and he is not very powerful. It is said that he was a refugee who escaped from a natural disaster before. He had no choice but to occupy the mountain and claim to be the king. He did not cause any big trouble. In addition, the terrain in the mountains is complicated, so the court was too lazy to intervene. Unfortunately, he was unlucky. Half a year ago, he robbed a censor who was returning from visiting relatives and injured his 60-year-old mother. Naturally, the censor was unwilling to give up. He submitted memorials to various places every few days, demanding severe punishment for this gang of bandits who were causing trouble to the neighbors. In the end, Yao Yunfeng spent half a month wandering around in the mountains before he caught this man.

It was later confirmed that the old woman was just frightened and sprained her ankle at the door of her house. The crime of wounding was far-fetched. It was just a few pieces of silver that were robbed, which was not a serious crime. In addition, Hong Shiru had been well behaved in prison, and Yao Yunfeng was thinking of releasing him next year. But he suddenly went crazy, chopped the jailer, and escaped.

It's a bit strange... Out of nowhere, he suddenly attacked and injured people and escaped from prison. There must be some reason. Yuan Ge thought about it and asked him, "What about now? Have you found out anything?"

The wrist with the medicine on it felt very comfortable and cool, and it was a little itchy, so she rubbed it unconsciously. Song Wenyuan gently slapped the back of her hand, "Don't touch it... I gave him a beating and told him that there was a letter from home saying that their youngest son, who had just turned three, had smallpox and died, and their wife was also seriously ill and didn't have much time left, so they hurried back to see her for the last time." After saying that, he sneered, with a dark and sinister look in his eyes.

Naturally, he would not tell Yuan Ge that he was "beaten up" in a light-hearted manner, which meant that his skin was torn and his exhalation was more than his intake. Yao Yunfeng found three or four doctors to come and treat him, and only then was his life saved.

The person who hurt him wants to go back to see his wife for the last time? Yao Yunfeng is so soft-hearted that he might really let his men take Hong Shiru home to see his wife for the last time... Ha, then let someone carry her to see her! It's just right, they can be buried together after the meeting. But this little girl, that hairpin was really cruel... But her body is too weak.

……

Time goes back to before.

The prisoner's escape had caused such a big disturbance that it disturbed the market and affected the people. Yao Yunfeng was waiting for him to write a letter to apologize. He threw Hong Shiru back to the prison and ordered his men to find a doctor. But before the doctor arrived, his men rushed over like they saw a ghost. They didn't even bother to knock on the door. They came in and knelt down with a plop. "Sir, please go and have a look! Sir Song, Sir Song is here and has asked someone to beat Hong Shiru!"

Yao Yunfeng's head was even more troubled. "Why didn't you stop him? That guy can't stand the beating now?" Before he finished speaking, the man had already rushed out.

Needless to say, he also knew that the people under his command could not stop Song Wenyuan.

When he rushed over in a hurry, it was too late. In the interrogation room in the prison, sitting at the door was Song Wenyuan, who was playing with a dagger calmly, Yan Huo was rubbing his wrist with a whip, and Hong Shiru... Yao Yunfeng took a breath of cold air instantly. Hong Shiru was hanging there, like a rag bag fished out of blood, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

Song Wenyuan waved his hand nonchalantly, "Spray it on him to wake him up, and continue."

If you want to wake up a person with such an injury, you naturally need to prepare salt water. Yanhuo grinned and went downstairs to prepare.

As everyone knows, Song Wenyuan has two followers, Lin Mu and Yan Huo. Lin Mu is lively and easy-going, while Yan Huo is dull and serious. Some people also say that it is better for Yan Huo not to smile, because if he smiles, life or death may be unpredictable.

Yao Yunfeng quickly stopped the man and said, "What are you doing? Even if you want to try him, you have to try him properly. How can you try him if you beat him to death like this?"

The dagger in Song Wenyuan's hand suddenly stopped spinning. He tilted his head and looked over. There was a chill of doomsday in his dark pupils. His face was sickly pale in the dim light, making him look crazy and evil. "Trial? Who said I want to try him?"

It's not an interrogation, it's just venting anger.

Yao Yunfeng suddenly felt disgusted with his own strange understanding and understanding. The hairs on his back stood up and his voice changed. "Are you crazy? You were present when the fugitive was arrested, and you beat him to death. How do you explain it? You think your notoriety in the imperial prison is not bad enough, right? The coroner is not blind. Who would believe that it was an accidental killing during the interrogation when you beat him like this? Even if it was an accidental killing, it is a stain that can be criticized by others!"

Song Wenyuan looked back suddenly, "I don't mind!"

"But I don't mind! This is my territory. If someone dies here, I can't escape blame! If you want to kill him, take your people and take him back to your prison with drums and gongs!" You want to see who has the loudest voice, right? As if no one can't roar, Yao Yunfeng was so angry that he was shaking all over, wishing he could slap this madman to wake him up.

Song Wenyuan was a madman, and Yao Yunfeng knew that. He had seen Song Wenyuan go crazy with rage, but that was only once. The rest of the time he acted like a decent human being.

This time... why? Yao Yunfeng looked at Hong Shiru, who was breathing out more than breathing in, and wondered, could it be... Wen Qian? But they...

He looked at Song Wenyuan slowly as if he had discovered some secret, but Song Wenyuan had already exuded a crazy and unrestrained look. He was playing with a dagger in one hand and supporting his chin with the other, lazily hooking his fingertips.

Yanhuo laughed again.

He stepped forward and put down Hong Shiru, whose life or death was unknown, and dragged him to Song Wenyuan. A strong smell of blood hit him in the face. Yao Yunfeng suddenly took a step back, frowned and covered his mouth and nose. Then he saw Song Wenyuan bending down, flipping the dagger and stabbing it straight into the back of Hong Shiru's left hand, blood gushing out.

"Ah!" Hong Shiru, who had fainted, was awakened by the pain.

The doctor who had just been invited over also had a black eye and looked pale with fear.

Song Wenyuan stood up, brushed his skirt, and said in a calm voice, "I leave the person to you." After that, he walked out calmly. When he passed the doctor, he gave him a vague look. The doctor trembled and fell to the ground.

Yao Yunfeng let out a long sigh... Song Wenyuan's dagger stabbed the same hand that was pierced by Wen Qian's hairpin before, so the reason why this madman came here and went crazy this time was really to avenge the person from the Wen family.

The madman has a reverse scale and a soft spot, I don’t know... whether it is good or bad.