One or two branches of plum outside the bamboo

Chapter 181 Rhetoric?
The aftermath is not an easy job, let alone dealing with such a big scene.

A few people were lucky, Yan Qingzhu went to push the cart and came back, a few pieces of light rain fell in the sky, but it stopped quickly.

It was pouring rain only when the group had dealt with everything and pushed the shopkeeper Zhang's family back to the backyard of Bi Mozhai.

The traces on the mountain have been washed away by this heavy rain, and it is difficult to trace it back!

According to Sun Xuan's instructions, Yan Qingzhu and Jun Tongyue searched for the antidote from Song Boqing, dealt with the shopkeeper Zhang's family, and put them back where they were.

These people didn't know when they would wake up, and Yan Qingzhu didn't wake them up either.

And Yan Qingzhi found a few good beams in her workshop, Song Boqing, who was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, Lu Jian, who was covered in injuries, and Sun Xuan, who was covered in filth, hanged in different places. The location is temporarily separated by a shelf, ready to be interrogated separately.

She carefully stripped the three of them, and after making sure that there was nothing on her body that could threaten her own safety, only then did she wake up Song Boqing with a ladle of cold water.

In fact, Song Boqing woke up several times during the process, but he seemed to know that the situation was wrong.

Otherwise, in order to protect her own safety, she would have to kill the other party at that time.

Song Boqing, an old Jianghu, obviously guessed this, so he didn't act rashly.

Until now, when Yan Qingzhi woke him up, he stopped pretending to be dead.

Both parties understand that this matter has reached this point, and it is time to talk openly and honestly!

Song Boqing suffered serious internal injuries, and Yan Qingzhi wrapped his hands so tightly that he couldn't move. His face was extremely ugly, and the corners of his mouth were pale.

He opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment through the light mentioned by Yan Qingzhi.

After a little thought, he understood his current situation.

"You brought me home?"

Hearing his voice, Sun Xuan, who was not far away from him, suddenly struggled.

He was extremely frightened, not only afraid that Song Boqing would forget him, but also that Yan Qingzhi would find more important clues and directly kill this useless person.

His movement really aroused the attention of both of them.

Song Boqing turned his head to look in the direction of the shadow on the other side, and grinned.

"Oh! You are quite capable. You can scare my junior brother like this. It's impossible to say that he has done a lot of things for you!"

Yan Qingzhi did not deny this either.

"He does know the times."

Being so affirmed by Yan Qingzhi, Sun Xuan, who was caught in the middle, was not at all happy, but he didn't dare to say anything to Song Boqing, and the whimper gradually turned into a miserable whimper.

Yan Qingzhi frowned, annoyed him a little, but she asked Song Boqing what she said.

"You don't have to worry about bringing such a person with you!"

Although Song Boqing had resentment towards Sun Xuan in his heart, it was difficult for him to reach an emotional consensus with Yan Qingzhi in such a situation, so he just smiled calmly.

"Qingzhi, I have long seen your extraordinaryness. It would have been great if you had adapted to the situation earlier."

There was no sadness or loss in his tone, but more of a certain kind of confidence, as if it was not him but Yan Qingzhi who became a prisoner at the moment.

Yan Qingzhi slammed her mouth, looking at Song Boqing, she felt a little toothache and a little greasy nausea.

"It's about time, don't hold it! You should understand what I intend to keep you alive!"

"If you can cooperate well, maybe I can give you a good time. If you don't want to cooperate, then I have time. We can continue to waste it and see if your bones are hard or if I have more solutions."

The lines of the one-water villain were said by Yan Qingzhi very slippery, as if she was skilled at it.

Song Boqing couldn't help but re-examine Yan Qingzhi after hearing this, but he quickly regained his calmness.

"Listening to what you said, I almost took it seriously!"

Yan Qingzhi hugged her shoulders and thought about whether she should really give Song Boqing two whips first, so that he could understand his current situation?

However, as soon as she thought about it, Song Boqing continued.

"Can you call the shots? Or, can you overstep your brother to call the shots? If I'm not mistaken, your brother is the leader of this incident!"

"How did he do it? Did he arrange it before me? Or did he know my arrangement and follow the trend?"

Song Boqing was really not easy, he was hanged on the beam, and he didn't ask for mercy or accept his fate. He was still thinking about how to contradict Yan Qingzhi's words.

It's a pity that Yan Qingzhi, like him, doesn't understand what happened.

So she also laughed, there was nothing in the smile, and Song Boqing, who was trying to solve the whole thing through her expression, was blown away.

It made him have to pay more attention to Yan Qingzhi from the bottom of his heart.

"Or, is there someone beside me who has disclosed my news to you?"

His implication was very obvious. Sun Xuan on the other end hurriedly whined, his anger sank into his dantian, and he looked like he had a clear conscience. Even Yan Qingzhi, who could not understand what he said, understood what he meant in a trance.

Song Boqing leaned sideways on the shelf, and through his arms and the shelf, he saw a trace of Sun Xuan's embarrassment on the other side.

But immediately he stopped such a difficult movement, turned his head back to Yan Qingzhi's side, and saw that Yan Qingzhi shrugged at him as before, realizing that he must be unable to ask anything about him today. !
But although he lost his spirit, Yan Qingzhi would not let him go so easily.

"Song Boqing, don't you know your current situation?"

As Yan Qingzhi spoke, she turned around and pulled out an unpolished wooden stick from the tool table on the side.

The wooden stick is not sharp, but for someone like Yan Qingzhi, it is enough to clean up Song Boqing!
She walked over, without any hesitation, the expression on her face did not change, and then poked the wooden stick directly into Song Boqing's arm.

The wooden stick pierced Song Boqing's upper arm with a sharpness that exceeded his original level, and quickly did not leave a sound.

Yin Hong's sticky blood slowly dripped down the wooden stick, and Song Boqing exclaimed in pain as if he had realized it later.

At the same moment, Yan Qingzhi used the corner of his clothes that had blocked his mouth to block the howls back into Song Boqing's mouth.

Yan Qingzhi is a carpenter. Although it is her own business, it is inevitable that she will not rush to work at night for fear of disturbing others. The sound insulation of this workshop is carefully designed by her according to the methods of later generations.

Complete sound insulation is impossible, but Song Boqing's movement was so small, and when it was pouring rain, he really couldn't get far.

(End of this chapter)