Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 68 The Corpse Hanging at the Door (2)

Normally, isn't it the husband who protects his wife? Just thinking about the strength of the woman beside her, Yu Shuang felt it was natural. After all, there were only a handful of people in the entire Ning Kingdom who could surpass her strength.

Of course, it’s not the same way Song Yan counts. He can count to one hundred on his fingers.

Unfortunately, although martial arts can make one stronger, no matter how powerful they are, they cannot cure tuberculosis. He coughed day and night, his throat nearly ripping apart, his throat filled with blood, and even when he wanted to sleep, he couldn't.

That kind of life is worse than death.

Therefore, Luo Tianxuan liked the man who saved her from hell more than anyone else. The two of them had never even formally met. Perhaps, it wasn't love at all, it was just a feeling twisted by gratitude, but this feeling was stronger than that of a couple who had lived together for years.

Luo Tianxuan would also have a copy of the intelligence Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, and Yu Shuang would occasionally get at the Duke of Song's Mansion. For Luo Tianxuan, even if she only watched and heard it every day, she would laugh out loud when she knew what her husband had done today.

Yu Shuang hadn't seen Luo Tianxuan smile for many years.

Deep eyes, gentle yet indifferent: "Song Zhen, needs to be left to my husband to kill."

"But, Yang Miaoqing and the Yang family are trying to take action against my husband. I can't just sit back and watch."

"It's better to cut off these dangers as soon as possible. The strength of those people following Song Zhen is not bad. They may still pose some threats to Yu Xianggong, so let's kill them."

As he spoke, Luo Tianxuan took a step forward.

His steps were slow, but before he finished speaking he had already reached the roof of another house.

"As a wife, all I can do is to help my husband have fewer enemies on his road to revenge."

It was almost dawn when the rainstorm finally stopped.

The accumulated water on the road is gradually receding. After all, the drainage facilities of ancient cities are a bit poor. It will take a few days for Songzhou City to restore its original appearance.

At daybreak, groups of officials in yamen uniforms appeared on the streets. These officials were in a cheerful mood, knocking on doors from house to house. Before they knew it, they had reached an alley. One of the officials glanced into the alleyway, his pupils shrinking. In the middle of the alley, a body was floating in the sewage, bobbing up and down with the ripples of the water.

"Boss, look there." The officer poked the foreman's kidney and whispered.

The foreman frowned and glanced at him. "It's just a dead man. What's the big deal? People die every day in Songzhou City."

What's more, it was after a heavy rain. The Yiluo River flooded yesterday. It is said that many brothel's flower boats were swept away. I wonder if any courtesan was swept away. Compared with this one death, it is nothing.

"No, boss, look at his clothes." The officer reminded again.

Although the foreman was impatient, he still took another look, and this time his expression changed. Although the stagnant water was dirty and the clothes on the corpse were also dirty, there were some clean places where one could still see that the material was quite good. After a brief hesitation, the foreman finally walked over with his men. As soon as they got closer, they saw that the corpse had died in a very tragic way, with all its limbs twisted and the knees and elbows all broken.

The wound had turned white and gray from prolonged exposure to rain, showing signs of decay. A stone was pressing against his chest, and the ground beneath it had collapsed. Looking forward, he saw a pale neck, as if it had been severed by a knife. There was a ball-like object in the corner, perhaps washed there by the accumulated water.

The foreman frowned, hoping it wasn't some important person.

We finally had a flood, and now is a good time to make money. If a big shot died at this time, I'm afraid we would have to be busy again.

With this thought in mind, an officer quickly walked over. Not long after, he heard a scream. The officer stumbled backward, as if he had tripped over something and landed in the mud. "Boss...it's the Seventh Young Master of the Song Family."

The foreman's head buzzed and his body swayed, almost fainting.

The Song family? Which Song family?
In the entire Songzhou City, there is only one place that can be called the Song family, and that is the Duke of Song’s Mansion.

The Duke's eldest son died, and now there is trouble.

"Hurry up and tell the judge!" Someone is coming to the inn!

The name is a bit tacky, but it is considered to be the largest and best inn in Songzhou City.

This night was incredibly exciting for Song Zhen. He spent most of the night lying in bed, eyes wide open, his visions of Song Yun's death constantly playing out before his eyes. He finally closed his eyes until almost midnight, but before he could sleep for long, he was woken by a loud noise outside, which made Song Zhen extremely irritated.

"Yang Da? Yang Er?"

Song Zhen shouted like this.

Those were the four people Yang Siyao arranged to be around him. They were named Yang Da, Yang Er, Yang San, and Yang Si. Although the names were a bit random, their strength was quite good. With the realm of fifth-grade warriors, they were more than capable of occupying a mountain and becoming a mountain king. However, they could only be slaves in the Yang family.

Normally, I only need to shout and someone will appear in front of me, but today I shouted for a long time but there was no response. Instead, there was a rustling sound outside the door as if there were many people talking, but it was not very clear.

Song Zhen cursed and struggled to sit up straight on the bed. Then he picked up the crutches on the bedside table and tucked them under his armpits, hopping towards the door. As soon as he reached the door and pulled it open, something hit him in the face. When he looked closely, it was a foot.

Damn it, which bastard dares to step on my face?
He is the legitimate son of the Duke... Just as he was thinking this, a thought suddenly emerged in Song Zhen's mind, what kind of foot appeared in the air?

The next moment, four corpses were seen hanging in front of the door. The corpses swayed in the morning breeze.

All four faces were distorted, their pupils were bloodshot, and their eyes were wide open, staring at Song Zhen like evil spirits.

If those four people are not Yang Da and Yang Er, who are they?

Who could have imagined that he would see such a scene as soon as he opened his eyes? Song Zhen was so scared that he fell to the ground with a scream. Then he smelled a foul smell and his pants were already wet.

Songzhou City was not peaceful that day, but it had nothing to do with Song Yan for the time being. When he opened his eyes, he found clean water, towels, a new toothbrush and coarse salt in the bedroom. After washing up, he felt refreshed.

The sunlight shines in from the window, bringing with it a hint of moist warmth.

This day, the weather finally cleared up again.

Looking out the window, the yard was still filled with dim yellow water, which sparkled in the sunlight.

A figure came into view.

It was a woman in a long white dress, standing on a slightly higher ground. Her clothes fluttered in the wind, pure and flawless. Although the yard was full of mud and dirt, she was not stained at all. When the morning breeze blew, it lifted her hair, making her look like a fairy.

He was dazed for a moment, as if the woman in front of him and his sister-in-law Luo Tianyi were gradually merging, and in the hazy state, her figure was somewhat similar to that of the woman in the cave that day... But soon, he shook his head.

Whether it was the woman in the cave that day or Luo Tianyi, the woman in front of him looked a little thinner.

Thinking of this, Song Yan pushed open the door. When he was considering how to start talking, the woman in the yard seemed to hear the noise and turned around. A white veil covered her face, and only her big eyes showed tenderness.

The woman's face was very white.

It seems like he has just recovered from a serious illness.

His eye sockets were slightly sunken and showed a hint of fatigue.

However, the tired look on his face disappeared the moment he saw me, and even his dark eyes became bright.

Then, the woman bowed to Song Yanying:
"Master!"

Chapter 2
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