Jiang Wu's eyes were dim with tears, and he saw a black figure walking through the wind and snow. He stood in front of the collapsed courtyard door, with a cold face and scarlet eyes.
The wind and snow roared, and the dilapidated wooden door fell to the ground. The five or six robbers and the thousands of Jinyi guards behind Fu Heng were already fighting. For a moment, the only sound was the sound of swords, guns, swords and halberds piercing into the flesh. One man managed to escape.
, happened to fall next to Jiang Wu.
Jiang Wu saw that his face was covered with blood, and his movement towards her was terrifying. She reflexively slashed at him without even thinking about it!
Although the knife did not cut his throat, it directly cut through his right eye. The man wailed and fell to the ground rolling in pain.
Jiang Wu was scared and confused. At this time, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her eyes - the man was facing the moonlight, and a black cloak rustled in the wind. When she raised her head, Jiang Wu could only see his cold eyebrows.
His cold voice came from the wind: "Close your eyes."
Jiang Wu hurriedly closed his eyes, and then he only heard the sound of the opponent swinging his knife through the air, and then the wailing stopped.
"Then... um, can I open my eyes?" Jiang Wu asked tremblingly.
She seemed to hear the sound of the body being moved away, and then Fu Heng put his big cloak on her body.
Jiang Wu opened his eyes and took a look. It was over there, and all the people standing there were wearing official uniforms.
She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Fu Heng aggrievedly: "I thought you wouldn't come to save me."
Fu Heng stretched out his hand to pull her up, and his tone was unusually gentle, "No."
Jiang Wu grabbed his hand and found that her legs were so weak that she couldn't stand firmly. An autopsy was one thing, but killing someone was another!
"Sir, please walk slower..." Like a little sloth, she carefully held Fu Heng's arm and barely took two steps, but her legs were still weak.
"Trouble." She seemed to hear Fu Heng's voice, speaking very softly.
The next moment, Fu Heng used one hand to grab her arm with his backhand, then used another force to catch her arm, and directly held her into his arms.
Jiang Wu's eyes widened and he quickly held his arm around his neck. Although he was very frightened, he still adhered to the social norms and firmly issued a good person card to Fu Heng: "Sir, you are such a good person."
Fu Heng said no more, silently holding her on the horse, leaving only the other Jinyi guards to clean up the scene.
…
When they were in the car, Jiang Wu was afraid of staining his cloak because there were blood stains on his body, so he quickly took it off and folded it aside as soon as he got in the car. Fu Heng sat opposite her, watching her busy talking to the little boy.
Like a hamster, he asked her: "Aren't you afraid?"
Jiang Wu thought he was worried about the expensive cloak, so he said cautiously, "I can wash it for you and send it back."
Fu Heng frowned and seemed a little impatient: "Do you know those people?"
Jiang Wu shook his head honestly.
She really didn't know him. The most ups and downs of the original owner's life were when she came over and performed an autopsy in Beizhen Fusi. Before that, she had been doing chores like picking and washing vegetables in the kitchen of Beizhen Fusi. Even if
The only evil people you can meet are those small gangsters wandering the streets. No matter what, you will never meet someone with such power.
Thinking this way, Jiang Wu felt a little aggrieved.
Her previous life had been smooth sailing, but this life had just begun and almost ended. That person's blood was pouring hot on her face, and now she seemed to be able to recall that person's pupils dilating instantly when she closed her eyes.
"Sir...Sir, are you asleep?" Although she was in a sedan, there were no lights in the sedan. She and Fu Heng were sitting at opposite ends, and she could only vaguely see the hem of Fu Heng's clothes.
Fu Heng closed his eyes and said nothing.
Jiang Wu curled her lips. She didn't want to stick to Fu Heng, but she was really scared. She could only struggle with reason and sensibility. In the end, Fu Heng showed mercy and reluctantly opened his eyes to look at her: "Are you scared?"
Jiang Wu nodded and lowered his tone: "This is my first time seeing... such a fresh corpse."
And I was the one who killed him.
Fu Heng said: "Then what kind of corpse do you like?"
Jiang Wu: "???" What kind of yandere dialogue is this?
She swallowed her saliva, with an indescribable expression on her face: "Your tone almost made me think that you can get me whatever I like."
Fu Heng was also startled. What he said was too ambiguous, so he shut up.
Jiang Wu panicked again, "Sir, can you say a few words? This will make me scared."
Fu Heng: "No."
All right.
At this time, he suddenly said: "Tell you something."
"Rong Pei is dead."
…
Aunt Rong was pushed into the woodshed. The hairpin on her head was slightly messy, and the makeup on her face was also messy. The old nun who sent her into the woodshed said: "Auntie, blame me for talking too much. The nun in your yard just... left."
"
Aunt Rong was stunned for a moment. She grabbed the door and tears overflowed from her eyes: "How could this happen? When did it happen?"
The old grandma sighed: "I don't know either. I heard it from the girl in the backyard. The girl said that as soon as you went to the study, grandma would go back to her room and hang herself."
Maybe she had already known the outcome of this trip. Mammy had already understood that there is no so-called fairness in this world. Even if Jiaojiao died, the real murderer could not be found, and even her Chunhua's death would not be clean.
She thought it was funny.
Aunt Rong remembered that her mother-in-law once mentioned to her whether she could let Chunhua get rid of her lowly status and marry an ordinary family when she gets older. Even if she has enough food and clothing, it would be difficult, but at least she would be a decent family with an innocent family.
girl.
Aunt Rong didn't understand her thoughts at that time. She felt that at least the Li family had food and clothing and no worries about life.
Now she suddenly understood what grandma had said and the meaning in her desperate eyes when she bowed deeply before leaving.
"But don't worry, I still love you. Wait a few days and you can go to me to complain about your grievances. Your life will go on, right?" The old grandma took tonight's meal from the basket.
Passed it in to her.
Aunt Rong was sitting by the door and suddenly looked at her: "Thanks to you, can you find me paper and pen? I want to repair a book."
The old grandma thought she was going to write a book to plead for peace with the master, so she happily agreed.
In the evening, Aunt Rong used the porcelain shards from the broken bowl to kill herself, and her blood dripped all over the floor.
At the same time, she revised a letter, and the old woman handed the letter to Beizhen Fusi. The name of Jiang Wu was written on the letter.