Chapter 674 Wusheng

Yunlai Inn, the assassin being chased by Bai He and others.

The one who hid under her bed and made her sleep badly all night!

At that time, she didn't want to cause any more trouble, so she didn't pull the man out from under the bed, but opened the doors and windows and let him go.

When he left, she saw his back.

No wonder she felt that the figure of the man lying on the ground looked familiar.

But didn't Bai He say in front of the princess that he had caught the assassin?

"Interesting."

Qin Yao sat back on the chair, looked up at the curious Dalang brothers and sisters, and waved:

"It's getting late, go back to your room and rest, tomorrow morning Dalang, Erlang and Sanlang will go to see the teacher at the Fan family private school."

The four brothers and sisters responded very tactfully, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't look at what you shouldn't look at, they are all sensible and good children.

After the child was driven away, Qin Yao's expression immediately sank, looked at Awang, and raised his chin towards the unconscious man on the ground.

Awang understood, picked up the bucket that was originally used to wash the floor in the yard, walked into the flower hall with a few big steps, and poured a bucket of cold water on the man's head.

"Swish!" The bucket of water washed away the dirt on the man's body, mixed with a few strands of blood. The scene could not be said to be ugly, but it could only be said to be horrible.

Liu Ji "hissed" and silently retreated behind his wife, watching the man on the ground who was whimpering and struggling to wake up.

He must not be an ordinary person who could survive so many injuries. If he was provoked to kill, with his wife to resist, he would not be the first to see the King of Hell.

As for Yin Le and Awang, Liu Ji felt that he, an ordinary person, was not qualified to worry about two martial artists.

As expected, the man struggled to sit up, looked around, and might have thought of something wrong, thinking that he might have been caught by the enemy. He suddenly became fierce and clawed at Awang, who was closest to him.

The beast's counterattack before death was the most ferocious. The man was so fast that Liu Ji couldn't see clearly, and he had already rushed to less than half a meter in front of Awang, stretched out his five claws, and clawed at his neck fiercely.

Only a disdainful sneer came from Awang's mouth. The next second, the situation changed. Awang had captured the man in his arms, holding the man's hand with one hand and his neck with the other.

"Madam, are you going to kill him?" Awang asked impatiently.

Qin Yao shook her head. This was not the countryside. The body could only be buried in her own yard. She didn't want to dirty her new house.

Besides

"Ask him what he did wrong first, and send him to the prefectural yamen tomorrow morning." Qin Yao signaled Awang to let him go first.

The man relaxed for a while, as if he realized that he had made a mistake. After being released by Awang, he did not attack again.

He just retreated to the door alone, with his hand on the hidden weapon on his waist, and looked at them vigilantly.

When his sight fell on Qin Yao, he showed a confused look, always feeling that this person was somewhat familiar, the voice was familiar, and the breath that made people feel frightened was also familiar.

"You, who are you?" He tried to ask.

Qin Yao snorted and laughed, "I am no one, but you, you don't look like a good person, trespassing into a private house, what do you want to do? Tell the truth!"

The man quickly glanced at the positions of several people in the hall.

There were four people in total, the scarred woman stood in the yard behind him, the cold-faced man stood on his left, and the handsome-faced man was just a weak scholar and posed no threat.

But the woman sitting opposite him alone could trap him in this yard and prevent him from escaping.

Not to mention that he was now seriously injured and had long been a caged beast.

Within a few breaths, he had made up his mind.

Just now, the lady of this family said that she would send him to the Jingzhao prefectural governor at dawn. If he could really go to the government office, perhaps he would still have a glimmer of hope.

It was tiring to stand, so he simply sat cross-legged on the carpet and said:

"I have no name or surname. I am a young martial artist in the opera troupe of the Eastern Palace. Everyone calls me a martial artist."

The martial artist smiled a little, "I had no intention of breaking into your house. Because I heard some secrets that I couldn't hear, I was wanted by the superiors. I knew that I would die if I fell into their hands, so I ran away. Tonight was an accident. If you want to send me to the Beijing government office, I am seriously injured now and will not run away. I will go with you voluntarily."

The opera singers are sharp-eyed and sharp-eared. He can tell that they don't have the Beijing accent. He can also see that although this family is well-hidden, they are indeed low-key people.

So, for them, less trouble is worse than more trouble.

Sending him to the Beijing government office is their best choice.

"Is there a banquet at your house today?"

He looked at the food outside the courtyard that had not been cleaned up yet, and showed the flattering smile he used to please the dignitaries in the past, and bowed:

"Please give me a bowl of rice, Madam. I have been on the run for many days and my stomach is already rumbling with hunger."

Yin Le raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. This man was so calm that he had the leisure to ask for food when his life was at stake.

But the master always said that in the world, eating is the most important thing. Isn't this what ordinary people want?

"Go and collect the leftovers." Qin Yao ordered.

Yin Le nodded and turned to get the bowl.

Wusheng's eyes lit up, and when he raised his hand to thank him, he suddenly heard another faint voice from above:

"Tell me your secret, you can eat as much as you want."

Liu Ji, who was standing next to Qin Yao, was excited. Who doesn't like to hear gossip about the Eastern Palace?

"My wife keeps her word. Tell me the secret quickly, and I will go to the kitchen to bring you delicious food."

Liu Ji was no longer afraid. He came to Wusheng, squatted down and told him how spicy the drunken shrimps in Tianxianglou were, how fragrant and soft the egg cakes were, and how delicious the eight-treasure turtle soup was.

For a hungry person, such temptation is unconsciously fatal. Wusheng couldn't help swallowing his saliva several times, and his eyes were red with greed.

It happened that Yin Le brought the food up, and Liu Ji took it and put it in front of his nose in a mean way, but he didn't let him eat it.

With Awang and others in the house suppressing him, Wusheng really didn't dare to grab the food from his bowl, and compromised with almost no psychological burden.

"This matter is of great importance. I can only tell my wife." As he spoke, his eyes fell on the bowl in Liu Ji's hand and he swallowed hard.

Qin Yao immediately waved, "Come over and tell me."

Wu Sheng smiled miserably, "I'm afraid I'll have to trouble my wife to move." He was so hungry that he couldn't leave this bowl of rice.

Liu Ji smacked his lips twice, it was really miserable, and suddenly his conscience kicked in, so he pinched a piece of white-cut chicken and fed it to him.

"Eat a piece first, and let you taste the taste of Tianxianglou. Master, I didn't lie to you, it tastes great, right?"

Wu Sheng nodded wildly, "It's delicious, I've never eaten such delicious meat!"

However, he wanted to eat it again, but it was gone.

For a desperate man who was so hungry that he wanted to eat people, what was more terrible than being hungry was suddenly tasting a little delicious food.

Wu Sheng felt as if there were millions of ants gnawing in his stomach. As soon as Qin Yao squatted down, he immediately told all the secrets he had heard.