Dong'er's purpose was to kill him in public so as not to cause trouble to his wife.

This bastard, who had just been beaten, ignored the pain in his body and went to do bad things again. How could Dong'er just watch.

He flicked his hand hard, and a steel needle flew out, piercing the scumbag's heart from a distance of dozens of meters. The steel needle did not stay in the body, but passed through the back of the heart and flew from the front. It came out very quickly, and ordinary people couldn't see it clearly. The needle was fixed on the door frame of a shop.

Zhao Kuo did not notice it and did not fall to the ground on the spot.

He continued to wander forward, and Liang Anman casually walked to the door frame, took out the needle, wiped it, put it into his treasure bag, and walked north along the official road as if nothing had happened.

Liang Dong walked about fifty meters, suddenly fell to the ground, motionless, dead!

There were many people who knew him. Some of them were fawning over the Zhao family and rushed over, lifted him up and headed to the hospital. Some of them hated him and sat on the doorframe to watch the joke. Some of them hated him and hoped that he would not save him.

After hearing this, the old lady ran to the hospital with the help of the girls, regardless of her age.

It's a pity that heaven and man are separated. Without the earth, this thing can't go to heaven and can only go to hell. So, earth and man are separated.

The old lady held her son and cried bitterly. She had only given birth to a son and a daughter in her life. The daughter died young and the son was young. No matter how much people hate them, it feels bad to see them.

Suddenly, the old lady ran to the doctor.

"How did my son die?"

The doctor frowned: "I don't know, someone else carried him to the hospital. Ask them."

The old lady held on to the doctor's hand and said, "I would like to ask, did my son die of illness or an accident?"

"It was probably due to heart disease and sudden death."

"Impossible, impossible. How could my son, who was fine, die suddenly and suddenly? You are a quack doctor. It's because you are not good at medical skills. Why don't you give me my son back?"

Some people in the town are afraid of the Zhao family, but they are not afraid of the Zhao family. That is the medical clinic, the medical clinic of Minsheng Pharmacy, which was opened throughout the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

Whoever dares to offend is stupid.

At this time, the old lady suddenly lost her beloved son, as if she had gone crazy.

Sometimes he cries, sometimes he laughs, sometimes he scolds.

At this time, Zhao Kuo's wife and children were also surrounding him, crying softly. If you look closely, they were all thundering but not raining.

Especially his wife, who still had a slight smile on her lips.

It seems that many people are looking forward to his death.

Dong'er returned home, took a hot bath, changed into clean clothes, and returned to Qin Yue's place.

"Madam, the person is dead."

"It's your first time, are you scared?"

"Don't be afraid. Killing bad guys has no psychological burden."

"Well, tell me how you killed him."

So Dong'er told what happened before and after, Qin Yue smiled: "Why not quietly?"

"Afraid of causing trouble for Madam."

"Just watch, even if you are honest, you will still get into trouble."

Dong'er was puzzled: "Why?"

"Because they are all selfish and greedy evil people. Even if they die, they still want to bite you."

"Can't you?"

"The human heart is never what you can imagine."

"Then shall I go to the shop?"

"Rest when you are tired, give yourself a vacation, relax."

"Not tired, not tired at all."

"Well, let's go!"

As soon as Dong'er left, Qin Yue stood in the courtyard with her hands behind her back, looking up at the sky.

At this time Mrs. Wang came over: "Madam, it's cloudy and it's going to snow."

"Well, you can ask whatever you want."

Mrs. Wang sighed softly: "I don't care, my slave. My wife is a good person. What she asked him to do is what he should and must do. I have nothing to worry about."

"He didn't come back all night. It's a lie if you don't worry."

"This is a mother's concern for her son, nothing else." Qin Yue turned around and looked at Mrs. Wang: "Have you ever thought about getting married again?"

"No, their men will die without women, but I can still live well without a man."

"If you are ambitious, I think it's good for you and I hope you can persevere."

"Madam, don't worry. I have forgotten what happened in the past. I will not go back to the same old path in the future. I have to think about Dong'er as well as myself."

"Before he gets a wife, I will give you a home. Dong can stay here, but you can't, because Dong'er is a man and he wants to have a home of his own."

"Madam, I don't want to leave."

"When Xinghai grows up, he also wants to go out and live alone. If there are many people in the family, it will be chaotic. You should understand what I mean."

"Yes, I will obey the madam's arrangements."

Qin Yue looked at Wang's somewhat reluctant expression and smiled: "Don't worry, I won't leave the village. I'll see you again if you don't look up and look down."

Wang nodded happily, bowed to Qin Yue, and went to work.

Just then, a hint of ice flashed across her face, and it turned out that it was snowing.

Qin Yue chuckled, turned around and went to the back to look at the girls.

The four little girls worked very hard, practicing the movements continuously and trying their best to be perfect.

Qin Yue walked over and said, "Come on, let's all take a rest."

"Yes, ma'am."

Qin Yue looked at the little girls. Under the influence of martial arts practice and high "nutrition", their appearance became more and more beautiful.

"It's the New Year. Some of you are eleven and some are twelve. Life is so beautiful. Do you have any thoughts?"

The four girls shook their heads, one of them was very bold.

"Madam, our beauty is all here. If this place is no longer beautiful, there will be no better place."

Qin Yue smiled and nodded: "After the New Year, I plan to let them follow Wan'er to practice outside for two years. Are you willing?"

"We will do whatever the lady orders."

"Then it depends on whether you are willing or not?"

"Yes, Madam will give us life and take us in. She is willing to do anything."

Qin Yue nodded: "Take a rest when you are tired. Sometimes, you can't achieve anything if you work too hard. You have to relax appropriately. Sometimes inspiration is the moment you relax."

"Yes, ma'am."

Qin Yue returned to the house, and Mrs. Dong made hot tea for her.

"Madam, were you still in seclusion years ago?"

"No, wait until the children come back and spend time with them, otherwise you will forget about me as a mother."

"The academy will be on holiday at the end of this month."

"Well, it's too cold and the children are young. It's not too late to start school after February 2."

"Some families don't want to let their children rest and plan to keep their children in school."

"why?"

Mrs. Dong smiled and said: "It's not because the students in our academy live well and have good food. No one wants their children to go back and suffer."

"Did they go to the academy to talk?"

"No, they don't dare. They just muttered a few words when they came to pick up the child. The people in our village heard it, and it spread to the ears of the slave."

"You are used to living a good life, and living a bad life is not used to it, let alone children. Many adults are not used to it. But no matter how unaccustomed it is, you have to go back. My academy is to cultivate talents, not foodies."

Mrs. Dong burst out laughing: "Actually, students are supposed to study hard in cold weather. If they don't cherish the conditions of our academy and go back to teach their children well, that would be wrong."

"It's hard to say that you'll be fired for your whims and never hired, right?"

"My servant thinks so too. It's no different from a feud over rice."

While she was talking, the snow outside became heavier and heavier, and Qin Yue suddenly got into a mood.

"You go and do your work. I'll go to the east wing and decorate the children. They have a holiday. If you don't want them to worry, you have to have something to attract them. Otherwise, you will die following them."


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