Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 136 – A Murder Case Caused by a Steamed Bun

However, she, who is unwilling to be ordinary, can really sit still and wait for death. Even if she sells her body, she has to wait for the price to maximize her benefits.

Two years ago, by chance, in the Xiuchun Building, the largest brothel in Dazhou County, she finally found a chance to stand up. With some scheming and tricks, she successfully hooked up with the county guard Na Xin .

After her pretended refusal to return the welcome, and her gentle confession, Na Xin, who was so seductive and dizzy, ransomed her the next day and took her into the No. 40 third-bedroom concubine.

Since she was a child, she had been obsessed with the concubines in Chenliu's harem to compete for favor and seductive methods, and she was even more comfortable with the house fights in the backyard. With her scheming skills, she quickly gained a firm foothold in Na Xin's harem.

What's more, she even dragged Na Xin's original partner, Su Heshi, from the position of wife through vicious means.

After successfully giving birth to Na Xin's old son, she finally got through all the hardships and was officially raised last month.

At this moment, he looked at Na Xin who was older than his father.

As Pu Yi approached his bloated body, she suddenly felt a decaying smell of dying coming to her nostrils. She could only hold her breath, but the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.

two days later...

"Boss, here are two steamed buns~"

Early in the morning, Li Qingmei braced herself, braved the bleak cold wind, and shrank to the breakfast stall next to the ruined temple.

Three days ago, she went to Fu Ren Tang to recommend herself, splashing ink on the spot and making a three-dimensional longevity map. Since the merchant was checking and liquidating accounts at the beginning of the year, it was necessary to delay the payment.

She had no choice but to be cheeky and begged for a long time. Finally, amidst the impatience and contempt of the accountant, she advanced a tael of silver in advance.

Excluding the money for Sikong Que's medicine, there were still dozens of copper coins left, and the two could only tighten their belts to survive.

"Okay! Let's look at your steamed buns! It's still hot, and it's the most fluffy and delicious! Shenghui ten coins~"

The attentive stall owner wrapped two freshly baked steamed buns tightly in oiled paper, handed them to her with one hand, and spread them out with the other hand, waiting for her to pay.

She carefully groped in her sleeve for a long time, but finally found six copper coins, and smiled awkwardly.She handed the copper plate to the stall owner who had already looked unhappy.

"Excuse me, can I have a steamed bun?"

The stall owner snorted coldly, secretly thinking that it was another poor man who took Joe, he quickly opened the oiled paper bag, and threw one of the sweet-smelling steamed buns back into the steamer.

Li Qingmei took the re-wrapped steamed bun with a smile on his face, quickly stuffed the steaming oil-paper bag into his arms, and trotted all the way towards the ruined temple.

"Que, let's have steamed buns in the morning. I'm full, so I brought you one. Eat it while it's hot!"

She took out the oiled paper package from her bosom, and handed it to Sikong Que who was lying in the haystack.

After two days of recuperation, although Sikong Que looked a little weak at this time, he was no longer groggy and unconscious, and even his face had a normal rosy complexion.

He lifted up the steamed bun and was about to take a bite when he suddenly remembered something. He looked at Li Qingmei who was sitting beside him with a serious face and asked:

"Did you really eat it?"

"Why did you lie to you? I'm sorry, I wanted to bring it back to have breakfast with you, but I was so hungry that I ate it first. Don't blame me."

"At noon, you can go to Furenzhai to collect the money for selling paintings. It's a full 100 taels of gold. With this money, we don't have to eat and sleep in the open. You can use the best nourishing medicine, and we can buy two fast horses. Let the horse go."

She propped her head up with joy on her face.

"Google, toot, toot..."

Her stomach rumbled inappropriately.

She immediately slapped a rotten drum in the ruined temple with the palm of her hand, trying to cover the sound of her stomach hunger with the thumping sound.

Sikong Que's hand holding the steamed bun was stiff. Although he is weak now, he has practiced martial arts all the year round, and his five senses are already sensitive, so why can't he hear anything?
Well, she still lied to him.

Without thinking, he handed the steamed buns in his hands to her mouth.

"This steamed bun is rotten, I really can't eat it, the taste is too strong!"

(End of this chapter)