Chapter 556 The Awakening of the Ruthless, Begins with a Bloody Murder
The woman in front of Song Jiang was originally very beautiful, but he saw that she was born with a graceful face and jade. Her bun was covered with dark clouds, and her eyebrows were half-curved and crescent moon. Her starry eyes were like paint, and her breasts looked like they had been cut off. But at this time,
Her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were wide open. Song Jiang could only see that this woman looked like a shrew, not the delicate and timid look she had when they first met.
Now Song Jiang is just thinking: I am so confused, how could I take Yan Poxi as my concubine?
On weekdays, Song Jiang has a clear conscience when doing things. Not only does he try his best to help heroes in distress, but he also distributes coffin medicine in Yuncheng County on weekdays. He is very willing to help the poor and performs many charitable deeds for the villagers and is respected by others. However, Yan Poxi
The three members of the family fled to Yuncheng County from Bianliang, Tokyo, and fled to Yuncheng County. After Yan Poxi's father died of the epidemic, Song Jiang did not ask for anything in return, and first gave Yan's mother and daughter twelve taels of silver to bury Duke Yan.
He also gave five or six taels of silver to the two of them as support, just like how he usually helped the villagers in need around him.
Yan Poxi's mother, Yan Mu, saw that Song Jiang was born in the Yamen Bureau and had a good reputation in Yuncheng, so she shouted, "Rebirth of parents, then parents." Song Jiang, who was a deadbeat beggar and had no wife, must be taken away.
His own daughter came to repay his kindness. Song Jiang had never thought of getting any reward from Yan Poxi, but he couldn't stand Wang Po and Yan Mu's all-day teasing, and he also thought that he was still old but had not yet married, so he
So I agreed.
Because Yan Poxi was a singing prostitute in Bianjing, Song Jiang only took her as a concubine, not as his wife. However, Song Jiang bought a house for Yan Poxi, mother and daughter, and bought household items such as fire and other things.
The well-raised Yan Po Xi had enough food and clothing, and she also taught the other Yan Po Xi to dress up with pearls on her head and silk ribbons all over her body. She asked herself that she had not treated their mother and daughter in any way.
But after all, Song Jiang is a man who wants to be famous in the world, and he is not like a good man in the world when it comes to lingering over women. He also doesn't know how to cater to women. Over time, Yan Poxi, a drunken prostitute, became beautiful because of Zhang Wenyuan, Song Jiang's roommate.
, with white teeth and red lips, and the ability to be graceful and handsome in the flowers, they hooked up together. But even for this reason, Song Jiang can still hold back!
Although Zhang Wenyuan is a romantic man, and the scandal between him and Yan Poxi is 80% true, after all, this woman is not the wife of my parents. If you have no intention of falling in love with me, what will I do to cause trouble for no reason? If it is true.
When trouble breaks out, it will only ruin my reputation in the government office, and your wife's reputation in the market... If a man is open-minded, why bother with a woman who doesn't love me?
And making a big fuss?
Song Jiang, who had such thoughts, even if someone in the neighborhood knew that Yan Poxi was prostituted and had an affair with Zhang Wenyuan and pointed fingers at him, Song Jiang at this time still did not hold a grudge and was determined to find Yan Poxi and Zhang Wenyuan.
Taking revenge...
However, the more forbearing Song Jiang was, the more Yan Poxi felt that this Lao Shizi was a man of false reputation and was weak and could be bullied.
Song Jiang was sprayed in the face by Yan Poxi, but he still suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Although these one hundred taels of gold were given to me, I refuse to take them. I just want to pay them back."
Let them go. If I can't make enough money for a while, I will treat it as something I owe you. When I have spare money, I will definitely give it to you."
You begging black fellow! Are you treating me like a child now? Yan Poxi’s breasts bulged, and she put her hands on her hips and sneered: “What cat doesn’t like fish? Are you willing to give the gold back?
?Haha! Wait until dawn when I take my case to court, how dare you, a black man, say that you have no gold?"
Song Jiang became even angrier as Yan Po Xi's mouthfuls of black men made him even more angry. His face was livid, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Po Xi, I, Song Jiang, treat you mother and daughter well. The relationship between you and Zhang Xiaosan
My reputation has been humiliated due to all the scandals! But I still want to get together and have a good time! If you want this house, I will give you all the money! Even if you ask for a hundred taels of gold and allow me some time, I will agree to it.
With you. But after all, you and I share the same bed, do you really want to push me, Song Jiang, to death!?"
"Love? Enter your mother's bullshit love!"
After unexpectedly discovering the letter Liu Min sent to Song Jiang from Liangshanbo to Yuncheng County, as well as the yellow and golden one hundred taels of gold, Yan Poxi knew that she had a fatal handle on Song Jiang, so her words became more and more outrageous and
As vulgar as it sounds, she actually knew very well that in order not to expose Song Jiang's charge of having an affair with the Liangshan Po thieves, he would definitely give him hundreds of taels of gold, but Yan Poxi insisted that Song Jiang must hand over the one hundred taels of gold.
, not only to squeeze more benefits from Song Jiang, but also to see the so-called Song Yasi's cowardly and anxious look in front of him, it also gave Yan Poxi a morbid pleasure in his heart.
What is Shandong Timely Rain, Xiaoyi Kurosaburo? He is just a stupid idiot who doesn’t understand the style! When I was in Bianliang, Tokyo, I was loved like glue and honey. How could I have done this if I hadn’t been unlucky for a while?
Did you kill your wife? It was you who was a gangster and a thief in the first place. Shouldn't you have become a commodity in my hands and be used as a domestic dog to move gold and silver?
The more Yan Poxi thought about it, the more arrogant she became. She pushed out her plump breasts, pointed her slender finger at Song Jiang's nose and cursed: "You still expect me to laugh with you all the time? Damn you! It's you, a black man."
Well, I have touched my body, but it is not as good as Zhang Xiaoshen! What kind of relationship can I have with you, a black dwarf and a thief who has fornicated with bandits? Stop talking nonsense and keep the gold.
Get out of here and make me angry if you stay here!"
Song Jiang, who used to be highly respected by people in the world and had a high prestige among his fellow villagers, suddenly felt a buzz in his head. His immediate boss, the county magistrate Shi Wenbin, was very courteous to him, and he had never been raped by a licentious woman.
Has anyone ever been so humiliated and scolded? The anxious feeling of humiliation finally broke out. He gritted his teeth and said: "Thief bitch, are you serious about not paying back?"
When Yan Poxi heard Song Jiang's insults, she screamed like a plucked hen: "Hey! How dare you, a black man, be so cruel to me? If I won't do it, what will happen to you!?"
"Are you serious about not paying it back? Very good..."
Song Jiang's face suddenly calmed down despite being furious. He suddenly stepped forward and pulled the recruitment bag that was tightly held in Yan Poxi's arms. Yan Poxi grabbed the recruitment bag and refused to let go, and was about to speak again.
When he was insulting Song Jiang, he saw Song Jiang holding the clothes-pressing knife on the table in his hand.
Yan Poxi was slightly startled when she saw Song Jiang grabbing the knife in his hand, and then immediately shouted in a high voice: "Hei Sanlang killed someone!"
At this time, Song Jiang's face suddenly showed a strange smile. Before Yan Poxi could cry out for the second time, Song Jiang had already covered her mouth with his left hand, and the pressing knife in his right hand hit Yan Poxi's throat hard.
One stroke!!!
"puff!"
Bright red blood splashed! Yan Poxi's whole body twitched violently. She never expected that Song Jiang, who was usually kind to others, would actually dare to commit murder!
At this time, Yan Poxi finally realized that she was afraid. Her eyes were full of fear and pleading, but she saw Song Jiang smiling again. His smile was very ferocious and penetrating... The knife in his hand was full of blood.
He was slowly lifted up by Song Jiang again, and stabbed Yan Poxi's neck fiercely... As the saying goes: young people die everywhere with their hands, and red powder dies when the knife falls. The seven souls have gone to the Senluo Palace; the three souls
Miaomiao, should be returned to the city where he died in vain. He closed his starry eyes tightly and stretched his body on the mat. His mouth was half open, his head was wet and his head was lying on the pillow. The beauty has always been short-lived, but today's beauty is unworthy of love.
A head with beautiful features but extremely distorted expression fell on the pillow. Just now, Song Jiang repeatedly waved the blunt blade of the clothes-pressing knife, and unexpectedly, one after another, Yan Poxi's head was removed from the neck.
It was chipped off!
Song Jiang, who was covered in blood, had a numb expression. He stared blankly at the bloody scene of the corpses being separated in front of him, but he suddenly felt a hearty joy in his heart: Although I, Song Jiang, am loved by heroes in the world, I am usually very cautious in the yamen.
The county magistrate has acted according to his will and has never made any mistakes... Even to ordinary people, I treat them with courtesy and never use my power to bully others. This bitch has humiliated me like this, and I have endured it for a long time.
.....I have seen many people in the world act swiftly and swiftly. Although they praise me for their timely rain, Song Gongming and Ming Dynasty, they know that I, a humble official, have always been helpless and cannot act as arbitrarily as they do, without caring about others.
