Xue Qing walked back with crutches and Nuannuan. Xue's mother was already leaning against the door and breathing a sigh of relief when she saw her, saying, "Why is it so long... it happened to be a little bit."

Xue Qing said: "Not some, it's much better. I'll go to school in a few days."

Xue's mother was shocked and said no, but Xue Qing wanted to say something. She thought for a while and said, "It's okay if you go, but don't run back and forth, live in the society."

Hum? It's strange. Xue Qing looked at Xue's mother. Nuannuan had already handed it to Xue's mother with the small and small paper bag in her hand, and said that the one given by Young Master Chunyang was given by a beautiful sister.

Xue's mother cummed, "And there is a beautiful sister?"

Nuannuan said, "Yes, I'm here to ask the poems written by the young master."

Xue Qing said: "The water tune song that was written at the poem meeting of Master Yanzi that night was spread. Master Yanzi said that."

Xue’s mother didn’t care about these poems and lyrics, and when she heard that it was Young Master Yanzi, she didn’t care even more. Nuannuan said that Chu Minghui and some other classmates were here.

"It's just that they didn't get a gift." She smacked her lips and felt quite regretful.

Xue’s mother saw Xue Qing happily and exclaimed: “My son is really popular and has made so many friends.”

Xue Qing said: "It's everyone who appreciates the face."

Xue’s mother stroked Xue Qing’s head and said, “After Mr. Qingxia, everyone will appreciate their faces even more.”

That's right, Xue Qing responded, Xue's mother and Nuannuan took her to lie down on the bed, took medicine again, and fell asleep with Xue's mother and Nuannuan's giggle and giggle... As for what Chunxiao said, think about it when you wake up.

.....

"You guys have good luck meeting me."

The night was dark and the smug voice sounded in the room.

"Come on, raise your arm."

Xue Qing sat on the bed without moving, and said, "It's too rash, it hurts the bones for a hundred days."

Mr. Sige spat, raised his hand and hit Xue Qing's right shoulder. Xue Qing shrank his shoulder and avoided it.

"Okay, I believe your medicine is really effective."

"I believe it, you can lift it."

"Isn't it just to believe it? It's not necessary."

"You coward, are you afraid of pain?"

After a quarrel, Xue Qing took a pill from Mr. Si Le again and said, "I plan to go back to study at the beginning of the month."

Mr. Si Bro laughed: "No hurry, it's the most important thing to recover from injury."

Xue Qing glanced at him and said, "However, if you fail the county exam next year, it has nothing to do with you, right?"

Mr. Si Broo stared and said, "Vulgar! Which is the important thing about money, face and body?"

Xue Qing said: "Everything is important."

Mr. Sihuang said: "Then you are injured and your energy is not as good as before. You can't blame me if you don't learn well."

Xue Qing said: "Sir, I hurt my arms, not my brain. If I can't learn well, I will blame you."

Mr. Si Broo spat again and said, "You are cruel."

Xue Qing smiled and said nothing, listening with his ears. Xue's mother was sleeping heavily on the small bed outside, and the voices in the room did not alarm her at all.

"Sir, how did you do this? Are you wearing drugs or something?" she asked curiously, "Give me some of this medicine too, it's simply a magic weapon to kill and rob."

Mr. Si Bro said: "What kind of pills can kill people and rob people? Such a low-level method... Students, please study hard, and learn how to use pills. Can you hurt yourself even if you learn a spear? Blow a pill and then get confused?"

After saying that, he laughed loudly.

Xue Qing was a little helpless and said, "I said it because the skills you taught are not good."

Mr. Si Broo spat and said, "What kind of assassin can be so powerful? It is obviously because you are timid and incompetent... Come on, you can show the assassin's moves to see if I will be stabbed."

Xue Qing said: "There is no move... It's all dark and chaotic, and I want to protect Master Chunyang again... Actually, it's not that I'm not as good as them, I just beat the master to death by random punches."

The sects can be identified through moves. This is what is said in martial arts novels. Although she can describe one or two moves of those assassins, it is not guaranteed to be stabbed. It is easy to find flaws. As for describing Zong Zhou's moves... Zong Zhou is a master, and Mr. Si Ge is also a master. If the master knows him and the master, it will be exposed that he has fought with Zong Zhou. For an old fox like Mr. Si Ge, he will definitely guess what happened.

Mr. Sige snorted twice and said, "What are you protecting Master Chunyang and killing the master with random punches... After all, you are scared and panicked, it's so embarrassing."

Xue Qing said: "It's my first time sir..."

Mr. Sige said twice, "You are also Sanshilang... Do you think this is reading and writing Cuju, this is killing people, and many times there is no next time. Wake up, boy, thank you for your luck this time."

Xue Qing said: "So I am a god..."

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Sige, whooshed to the door and disappeared into the night.

"...I haven't finished speaking yet... I'm very rude to do this, sir."

After walking far away, Mr. Sige seemed to be able to hear Xue Qing's lingering sound. He rubbed his ears: "It's all like this, and he's so conceited, and he's never seen before and after... Her father is not as good as her."

There were dark houses and alleys in Chang'an City. Mr. Sihu walked through it quietly. After a while, he stopped in one place, leaned over and grabbed it in the darkness, and was picked up by a person from the chicken cage with a loud bang.

The man was hunched and bent, but he was much taller than Mr. Si Brown. He was frightened and made a whimpering sound to try to struggle, but he was held by the thin one hand but could not break free at all.

Mr. Si Brown said: "Who are you?"

"We were invited by Zhong Shisan... to collect money and do business..." The man's voice was vague, as if he was pinching his neck.

Mr. Si Bro sneered and shook his hand. The tall man shook like a little chicken and said, "Carry money and do things. You can do nothing if you collect money in this skill. You can do nothing if you kill Zong Zhou... You guys, you can't get a finger from him..."

The man's shaking sound was even more vague, "But... we did kill him... our elder brother... our elder brother died with him..."

Mr. Si Brooch beat him up, and this is indeed true… “What’s your elder brother’s name?”

The man said, "Our elder brother is famous and extraordinary in his career, but he doesn't change his name..."

Mr. Si Broo slapped him and said, "Speak human words."

The man said: "Fang Qiba."

Mr. Si Broo slapped him again and said, "Who can I give up? No one can let me give up if I want to ask."

The man said in a crying voice: "Our eldest brother's surname is Fang, his name is Qiba."

Mr. Si Broo spat and said, "What the hell is the name... I have never heard of this person..." After that, he threw the man on the ground, "Can you get out of it?"

The man said twice: "Nonen, thank you for curing my injury and saving my life... I don't know my grandfather's name..."

Mr. Si Bro said, "A god." After that, he shook his sleeves and disappeared into the night.

Before the man could react on the ground, he said blankly: "Are the gods? There are really gods in the world."

...

The night wind was strong, and a horse lantern swayed on the city wall. The next moment, the wind swept across the light and completely extinguished, and a corner of the robe floated on the horse lantern.

Si Qian stood on the city wall, looking at the darkness of the field.

"Is it really these mobs who killed Zong Zhou? Zong Zhou capsized the ship in the gutter? If I had known that he would die here, I would not avoid it... It's a pity that I missed the good show...... I died at the hands of such an unknown person, would Zong Zhou be angry to death in the Hall of Hell again?"

Immediately laughed and waved my sleeves and robe floated down from the tall city wall.

The laughter alarmed the patrolmen, and they came with a torch to look for the sound, only to see a big bird that seemed to pass through the night.

"Is this the night owl laughing?"

“It’s so cunning.”

"The night owl smiles like nothing good..."

"...What's the good thing? Lord Zong died here, how could the court give up..."

"…The people from the Ministry of Justice and the Silijian should be coming soon... There is no need to worry about it when you come."
Chapter completed!