Poison doctor and crazy concubine: Please respect yourself, evil king

Chapter 13 Moon Black Wind High Night

Qin Junlie, is there something wrong with your brain?
She will be responsible for the meals in the future, do you really think that she came here to be your cook?

Looking at the figure in the crescent brocade robe who was about to leave in front of General Ye's mansion, Ye Lan slowly stretched out her middle finger to express her anger.

"Let me cook for you, you are so beautiful! I can't hide from you if I can't provoke you."

You bastard!

Opening her mouth slightly, she scolded Qin Junlie as a bastard, Ye Lan glared at the figure who had already boarded the car.

Just like what she said, apart from one house, there is only one sandalwood table left in Ye Mansion, which is still worth a fortune, which is worthless to me who has changed my soul.

There was nothing she cared about in the entire Great Qin Kingdom. If it wasn't for her injuries, she would have chopped Nangong Ruyu into pieces and fed them to the dogs, and then left the Great Qin Kingdom.

He can still allow that bitch to come to Ye Mansion to make trouble again and again.

It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day, and slip away tonight, what kind of shit Qin Junlie, what shit Yizhi, she is not from this era.

Thinking of this, Ye Lan closed the door, returned to her clothes and began to rummage for things that could be exchanged for money.

Of course, all of this naturally cannot escape Qin Junlie's eyes.

"My lord, that woman Ye Lan scolded you again."

Hei Feng, the guard beside Qin Junlie, squinted his eyes halfway. If the prince hadn't given the order, he would have allowed the woman who repeatedly scolded the prince to live to this day.

Even if those four words were not spoken, it was clear from the shape of the mouth.

In the carriage, a sharp and cold gaze seemed to look at Ye Fu through the curtain of the carriage, and suddenly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, this smile made people feel hairy.

"Send people to guard the gates of the four cities."

"My lord, do you mean that Ye Lan wants to slip?"

Another black-clothed guard, Lu Shu, raised his eyebrows slightly. Seeing that his master didn't reply, he also confirmed his question.

Ye Lan, the daughter of the Ye family's prostitute, wants to run away.

"Yes, my lord, I will definitely send people to guard the gates of the four cities."

"Go home."

With a clatter of horseshoes, the low-key and luxurious carriage left the door of Ye Mansion, but the spectators who had gathered had long since dispersed, and Ye Mansion returned to its former desertedness.

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When the night is dark and the wind is high, the day of murder and arson.

A girl dressed in decent but plain white clothes quietly walked to the thick of the city wall, but when she saw the impenetrable defenses, her eyebrows were raised high.

"Why are there so many soldiers defending the city today?"

In one night, Ye Lan walked from the east gate to the south gate, but every gate was very tightly guarded, not to mention people, even an ant would not be able to slip out.

Needless to say, the same must be true for the north and west gates.

It seems that there is no way to leave Qindu tonight.

After tidying up the package on her shoulders, Ye Lan, who was hiding in the dark, jumped in the direction and prepared to go back home tomorrow, making plans to leave tomorrow.

"Arresting these little beggars to Washington has delayed the master's business, can you bear it?"

A roar echoed in Ye Lan's ears, followed by the crying and cursing of several children.

"Old thief, let go of my younger brothers and sisters. If you dare to move a finger of them, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go."

"It's up to you? Hmph! Let's talk about it when you come out of Washington. Master Hua has many methods. I'm afraid your small body won't be able to withstand the toss."

The middle-aged man smiled obscenely, and looked at the children in front of him with a pair of drooping eyes. In his eyes, they were all white money.

"All sent to Washington, Mr. Hua is waiting."

"Yes, boss!"

Two of the middle-aged man's hands pulled several children who were tied together by hemp rope. The eight children were only ten years old at the oldest and four years old at the youngest. But the fate waiting for these children was gloomy, even death ending.

In the shadows, a pair of eyes as deep as the sea stared at the group of children who were fading away, and their eyebrows were raised high.

(End of this chapter)