Vendetta

Qiu Yi saw Fu Ling following Liu Wanqing to Anji Square, and asked, "Why didn't you go with Yan Zhu?"

Fu Ling said seriously: "Although I really want to grow on his body, I have legs anyway, so why not walk for a while by myself?"

Qiu Yi pursed his lips, feeling that he was just too salty to worry about, "Success, you pretend I didn't ask anything."

When approaching Anji Square, Liu Wanqing, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, turned around, and said calmly, "Fu Ling, you have something to tell me."

"Yan Zhu has already passed on the news that roosters can kill scorpions, and also sent people to collect roosters and send them to places with many poisonous scorpions." It's strange to say that the rooster is not uncommon, why has no one discovered that it can kill poisonous scorpions?"

Qiu Yi said: "Do you think someone is playing tricks?"

"It's not what I think, that's the truth," Fu Ling changed the subject and asked, "Has Miss Liu found a way to detoxify?"

Liu Wanqing shook her head: "This poisonous scorpion is not like the ones in the Central Plains. It is very poisonous and very special. I and the doctors here have tried it. The usual method can only delay."

Poria lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes concealed the expression in his eyes, was it not a scorpion from the Central Plains, or a poisonous desert scorpion that my mother used to use for medicine?

Zimai Village is far away from the deserts of the Western Regions, where did mother get the desert scorpion?

Fu Ling stretched out her hand and put it on his chest, the Longevity Lock was pressed against his skin, he had worn it on his body for more than ten years, and now it felt a little strange.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qiu Yi asked, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Fu Ling raised her head and asked, "Is Ding Huai okay?"

"Ding Huai?" Liu Wanqing's expression was dodged for a moment under Fu Ling's gaze, "Ding Huai is naturally fine..."

As soon as Qiu Yi heard Fu Ling mentioning Ding Huai, he immediately stopped talking and was no longer sleepy. His round eyes widened and looked at the two of them.

Fu Ling looked as usual, and continued to ask: "Is he in the door?"

Liu Wanqing looked at Fu Ling, her willow leaf eyes were still as clear as water, at that moment she almost felt that Fu Ling knew everything.

Fu Ling is kind to her, and Ding Huai is what she thinks in her heart.

She knew something about Ding Huai, she couldn't lie to Fu Ling, but she couldn't say it, after some hesitation, she said: "Ding Huai won't harm you."

"Not now." Fu Ling stood up, patted the hem of his clothes, and said, "He will hate me to the bone in the future."

If Lin Yun is really Ding Yue, Fu Ling will never let her go.

Liu Wanqing sighed, she knew that there was nothing she could do to change it, some things were doomed to a knot, and she could see the end from the beginning, but she was powerless and unable to stop it.

She just hopes it doesn't end too badly.

Even if only a little bit.

Liu Wanqing stepped into Anji Square first, but Fu Ling didn't move, neither did Qiu Yi, Zhang Facai, and Wang Youqian.

They knew that Poria had something to say.

Fu Ling turned around and asked Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian, "What happened to the Wanyue Gang?"

Zhang Facai replied: "The leader Qiu came back from Chuanqiongmen and suddenly felt unwell. After investigation, he was found to be poisoned. I was afraid that there would be no one in the gang. Youqian and I helped take care of him for a few days."

Fu Ling heard the words, glanced at the two of them, her tone didn't change much, and then asked, "How is it now? Has the poison been cured?"

Wang Youqian said: "It's all right now."

"That's good," Fu Ling patted Wang Youqian's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Not bad, will the problem of stuttering go away?"

Fuling's tone was relaxed, not much different from usual jokes, but Wang Youqian felt a chill down his spine: "No, no..."

"Okay, hurry up and help, what does it look like for a girl like Miss Liu to carry buckets of water?"

Fu Ling turned around and strode towards Anji Square without looking back at the faces of the people behind her.

"Master Qian has been waiting for a long time."

Yan Zhu came out from the inner hall. At this time, Qian Heng had already drank his third cup of tea, and he stood up quickly: "I didn't wait long. Your Highness is busy with affairs, so I should have waited longer."

"It's not a big deal," Yan Zhu chuckled, "He's not feeling well recently, and he always has a temper when eating."

If Fuling was here, she would definitely not admit it. Yan Zhu was talking nonsense. Apart from practicing knives, Fuling was most focused on eating.

Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, but the food was still eaten.

Qian Heng smiled awkwardly, and said: "That son is young, he wants to come..."

"What I mean is, I'm worried about him missing a bite of food," Yan Zhu said, his tone suddenly changed, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes, "If anyone dares to touch him under my nose, I will definitely let him go." Then life is worse than death, do you understand?"

After all, Qian Heng was only a civil servant, and the killing intent made him a little timid, so he nodded immediately: "I understand."

So Yan Zhu withdrew his killing intent, as if nothing had happened just now, and still said gently: "Master Qian just said, what do you want to say?"

Qian Heng originally wanted to pour dirty water on Fu Ling's body, making Yan Zhu mistakenly believe that there was an inner ghost around him, so as to divert his suspicion, but now it seems that he dotes on the musician so much, even if the musician really betrayed him, he will be at this moment. I won't believe it either.

Qian Heng had no choice but to say: "I don't have any important matters, so I won't bother Your Highness..."

Yan Zhu interrupted him in a calm tone: "Master Qian, but it's okay to say."

Qian Heng wiped off his cold sweat, and said: "I don't know if His Royal Highness is used to living in the post house, so I came here to ask if there is any need..."

"What does Mr. Qian think?" Yan Zhu sneered, "Mr. Qian, if you have nothing else to say, then tell me something. If you do many injustices, you will die yourself. The thunder did not hit your head, but it is only because it hasn't rained yet. That's all."

Yan Zhu didn't say who he was going to bring the words to, but he asked Qian Heng to go back after speaking. Qian Heng felt uneasy along the way, and was afraid that the matter would be revealed, so he didn't dare to go to Zhou Qi.

Zhou Qi has martial arts and is a local magistrate. He has power here. No matter how bad the Huaishan faction is, he can barely be counted as a backer. Although Qian Heng is a third-rank official of the imperial court, the sky is high and the emperor is far away here. It's not easy in the arena, he might as well be a second-rate expert, he's just a scholar, if something really happens, he's not only powerless, but the whole yard is full of vicious spirits, let alone the second prince can't save him in time, I'm afraid I won't believe it When it was introduced to the capital, he died.

Qian Heng went back to his residence and told his subordinates that he began to complain of illness from today, and the doctor said he wanted to recuperate. He will not go out these few days, and he will not see anyone, especially those in Zhou Qi's mansion.

He didn't care about Zhou Qi at this time, he just wanted to pick himself clean and save his life.

As for the handyman, although he screamed miserably, he was not in danger of his life, so he was locked up by Yan Zhu.

The handyman was also beaten when he was caught, and he didn't say anything useful. Even if he said it, Yan Zhu wouldn't believe it, but he didn't expect him to explain anything, usually this kind of life-threatening pawn wouldn't know How many.

Qian Heng and Zhou Qi are the only ones who can order the handyman to do things in the posthouse. Yan Zhu can't be sure who it is, and it may be both. It's just a test to say that, anyway, these two people are both It's not a good thing, and it will be cleaned up sooner or later.

It's a good idea to use poisonous scorpions to kill Yan Zhu, but isn't it too wise? When the subordinates are in chaos, no one will investigate carefully.

Who would have expected that Fuling would find out that the big rooster is the natural enemy of the poisonous scorpion, so she specially caught one and kept it in the bedroom?

In the afternoon, Yan Zhu took Li Zhong to collect roosters. Fu Ling went back to the post house before him. When Yan Zhu came back, Fu Ling was lying on the ground with her head stretched to the bottom of the bed, as if she was looking for something.

"What are you looking for? Lying on your stomach like this." Yan Zhu helped him up from the ground, and patted the ashes off his body.

Fu Ling said while making gestures: "When you brought me back, didn't you mean that you brought back the bamboo flower? Where did you put it?"

Yan Zhu thought of the blood-stained bamboo flower, and said: "I let Li Zhong keep it before, and I brought it with me when I came to Shaoshui County, can't I find it?"

Fu Ling opened the cabinet, then poked her head out to rummage inside, "I've searched for it several times..."

She turned all the clothes out, but she couldn't find them, so Fu Ling went to the bed again, thinking whether to lift the bed board to have a look.

The clothes of the two were mixed together, Yan Zhu neatly folded the clothes on the bed, and put them back in the closet.

After a loud noise, Fu Ling had already lifted the bed board.

Yan Zhu asked, "Is it something important?"

"No, I just can't find the answer in my heart. Forget it. If you lose it, you lose it." Fuling reached out to lift the bed board back, but was stopped by Yan Zhu, and stood aside. Yan Zhu restored the bed board, and took it again. Putting on a veil, Fu Ling wiped the ashes on her hands carefully.

"It's not dark yet, so there's such a big commotion?" Qiu Yi's voice sounded outside the door, "Fu Ling, you're still cooking porridge on the pot!"

"By the way! I forgot! I cooked dinner tonight!" Fu Ling slapped her head and ran out with Yan Zhu.

Fuling didn't arrive, Liu Wanqing, Zhang Facai, Wang Youqian, including Li Zhong were ordered to sit at the table.

People in the rivers and lakes are informal, and many people sit together to eat and have a lively meal.

There are a lot of dishes on the table, many of which are Jiangnan dishes, such as lion head, vinegar fish, braised spring bamboo shoots in oil, glutinous rice balls...

Red is red, yellow is yellow, the colors are bright, the soy sauce, vinegar, and shallots are properly matched, and they are placed in a white porcelain plate, which looks very good.

Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian stared straight at the dishes, holding chopsticks in their hands, ready to go.

Yan Zhu's eyes were filled with exclamation: "You know how to cook Jiangnan cuisine?"

"No way," Fu Ling brought out an earthen pot, which contained white porridge, and the porridge water was clear, "Don't all the dishes in restaurants look like this? I cook accordingly."

Qiu Yi followed from behind, holding a night of rice and a plate of pickles in his hand.

Liu Wanqing asked in confusion: "Today's food is so good, why do you still use pickled vegetables?"

Qiu Yi glanced at her, then at Fu Ling, without saying a word, sat down and started eating with pickles.

He thought to himself, no one would believe him if he said it now, he would know after he tasted it.

Together, they started to move their chopsticks, and after taking the first bite, everyone's expressions changed.

This dish looks like a delicacy indeed, with only one flaw - it's not fit to eat.

Li Zhong got up, clasped his fists and said: "Young Master, my subordinates are humble, and I am really afraid to be at the same table with you, so I am sorry."

There was a bit of the solemnity of a loyal minister and righteous man in the words, as if he was not asked to eat at the same table, but to force him to deceive the emperor and rebel.

Liu Wanqing took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth, spit out the balls in her mouth, wrapped them inside, and said with a ladylike smile, "I suddenly remembered that Doctor Liu has something to do with me, so I have to go back to Anjifang."

After speaking, he moved lightly with his lotus steps, and soon disappeared.

Zhang Facai, who was sitting next to her, stuffed a spring bamboo shoot in his mouth, but couldn't swallow it, and dared not spit it out.

"Boss, the porridge seems to be undercooked." Wang Youqian scooped up a spoonful of porridge, the porridge water slanted down, and the porridge rice grains were distinct.

"It's not only dry, but the porridge has filtered the water, and it's a handful of good rice." Qiu Yi glanced at Yan Zhu, pretending to be surprised and said to Fu Ling: "Oh, look at your son Yan, why is his face so bad? ah?"

Fu Ling turned her head, Yan Zhu looked at him, and quickly turned her gaze away, holding the teacup with some guilt.

Fu Ling reached out and snatched the teacup in his hand, and there was a piece of vinegar fish lying in the celadon cup.

Fu Ling threw the cup on the table, said with a pursed mouth, "Is it really that bad?"

Yan Zhu hugged him, patted him on the back, and comforted him: "The gentleman is far away from the kitchen, it's not your fault."

Qiu Yi smiled at the side: "A gentleman stays away from the kitchen, and it is not upright to harm someone's life with food!"

"You fucking shut up," Fu Ling took a sip by herself, her face darkened, and she didn't say anything about the taste, "Then I've made such a large table of dishes and it wasted? This won't work, I'll be struck by lightning."

He thought for a while, and said: "Didn't Master Qian say he was sick? Send him there to mend his health."

Yan Zhu laughed and told Li Zhong: "Have someone pack it in a food box and send it to Mr. Qian. Be sure to let him finish eating before coming back."

Li Zhong took the order and brought the food box to Qian Heng's yard.

He is Yan Zhu's man, Qian Heng didn't dare to see him, so he had to let someone welcome him in.

Li Zhong took out the dishes plate by plate and placed them in front of Qian Heng.

"His Highness was very worried when he heard that Lord Qian was ill, and asked the best cook to cook a few dishes to nourish his body."

Qian Heng didn't know what Yan Zhu meant by this, logically speaking, if Yan Zhu wanted to kill him at this time, there were thousands of ways, and he wouldn't poison him so blatantly.

Qian Heng took a sip carefully and understood immediately.

Yan Zhu didn't intend to harm him, but to punish him.

This dish looks delicious and delicate, who knew the taste could be so terrible!He couldn't open his mouth to say that it was unpalatable, and he couldn't let people testify that he was really a dumb man who ate Coptis chinensis and couldn't tell if he was suffering.

After taking the second bite, Qian Heng thought that Coptis chinensis was nothing.

At least Coptis chinensis is normal Coptis chinensis, and the bitterness is also serious.

Just looking at the appearance of this dish, it is impossible to guess how ecstasy it will taste.

Holding the sword at his waist, Li Zhong stood around Qian Heng with three hidden guards, staring at him with burning eyes.

"Master Qian, eat quickly, I can go back to my life after I finish eating."

Qian Heng touched the bowl, pinching the chopsticks in despair.

He had just pretended to be sick at home, but after eating this meal, he really fell ill, vomiting and diarrhea, and lay down at home for three days in a row.

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