I Don’t Want To Fight Anymore After Wearing An Outer Room

   "Killed." Wen Jiuxiao sat in front of the desk without raising his head, his tone of understatement seemed to be talking about today's weather, which decided a person's life and death.

   "This?" The head of the household department showed a look of embarrassment.

   "Can't do it?" A cold voice sounded above his head, and the head of the household department felt tense, and raised his head suddenly, but met Shang Wen Jiuxiao's deep and sharp eyes, half of his face was hidden in the light and shadow, making him look even more dangerous.

  The head of the household department was beating drums in his heart, hurriedly lowered his head, hesitation flashed in his eyes, and he said: "Master, Li Liang has something to do with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

   "Oh, what kind of relationship?" Wen Jiuxiao's eyes are as deep as a thousand-year-old ancient pool.

  The head of the household department replied softly: "There is a lady surnamed Cui in the prince's backyard, who gave birth to a son for His Highness just last month, and this Li Liang is the cousin of that lady surnamed Cui."

   "Killed." Wen Jiuxiao remained expressionless, "I don't care what status or backing he has, as long as he violates the law, there is only one end for him, and that is to be beheaded."

  Scrutinizing the head of the household department, "Zhao Ying, if you can't do it, I don't mind changing the head."

  The head of the household department, Zhao Ying, was stunned, and quickly responded: "Report to my lord, the subordinates can do it, and the subordinates will follow orders. By the way, they copied Li's house, and the money they copied was registered and recorded, and used for disaster relief for the people."

  Wen Jiuxiao then looked away, "Go."

  Zhao Ying stepped back in a hurry as if she had been pardoned, and only dared to take a deep breath when she got outside. She pressed her heart that was still beating violently, adjusted her facial expression, and walked out with a calm face.

  Xiaowen Shangshu has always been upright and upright, but he missed it. The head of the household department is a fat vacancy. It is a rare opportunity for him to go out of Beijing to practice with Master Shangshu. Alas, why is he so blinded by lard and thinking wildly?

   Really shouldn't!

  Zhao Ying wished she could give herself a mouthful and slap her confused self to death.

  Now he is focused on doing what the adults told him to do well, and he has no other thoughts.

  In the room, Wen Jiuxiao stood up, walked to the porch, and looked at the sky outside.

  The sky is cloudy again, and I don’t know if it will rain again. Light rain is fine, but if it rains heavily, torrentially, or continuously, it will make his disaster relief work worse. He looked down at the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.

  Everyone knew that he went to the south of the Yangtze River this time to pray for his wife who was seriously ill and to accumulate merit, so they thought he would have scruples, would his heart soften?

  He strictly prohibited the people from all over the country from wandering around. This Li Liang, as a county parent official, secretly ordered the people infected with the epidemic to attack his residence.

  It's nothing more than audacity, but with such a vicious mind. Do you think he dare not kill him?

  Wrong, big mistake!

  He came to the south of the Yangtze River for a while, whoever dares to hold him back, who dares to hinder him from obtaining merit, who dares to add to him and ruin him, he will block and kill gods, Buddhas block and kill Buddhas, and there will never be half-hearted resignation.

  Those ignorant people are fine, Li Liang, the mastermind behind the scenes, and the leading village head, he must kill. Only when they are dead can the officials and people of Jiangnan Road be deterred, and his next trip will be easier.

  His Zhizhi, how is he in Beijing?

  As soon as he thought of the woman on the tip of his heart, longing appeared on Wen Jiuxiao's face.

   Soon, soon, Zhi Zhi, I can go back soon.

  What is Yu Zhi doing? She is knocking on wooden fish.

  Knock it, knock it, knock it again. Yu Zhi felt that the wooden fish's voice was quite pleasant, like a child who got a new toy, she knocked for half an hour before it stopped.

   The maidservants standing beside them immediately clapped their hands, "It sounds good, it sounds good!"

   "Yes, Madam's wooden fish sounds much better than those in the temple."

  Yu Zhi's mouth twitched. Among the enthusiastic maidservants, He Xiaodie's perfunctory was particularly conspicuous.

   In fact, it is not accurate to say that it is perfunctory. After all, He Xiaodie was the first to clap her hands, her voice of praise was also the loudest, and her attitude was also very correct, but coupled with her expressionless face and voice without any emotion, it immediately reminded people of four words—forced to open!

  Yu Zhi looked at He Xiaodie, "That person last night..."

   "It's closed." Seeing Yu Zhi's interest, she frowned, "That man is a stubborn one, kill him." Since he can't ask, if he doesn't kill him, he still wastes food?

  Yu Zhi was just asking casually, but now she really cares. After all, He Xiaodie said that his mouth was stiff, so this person must be not simple.

"I gonna go see."

  That is to say, seven or eight days ago, the mansion was not peaceful. The movement ahead was nothing but trivial, and Yu Zhi didn't take it to heart. She didn't expect someone to touch her outside of her room last night. If He Xiaodie wasn't there, that person would have entered her room.

  As soon as the sound of the wooden fish stopped on Yu Zhi's side, the big monks next door finally breathed a sigh of relief, and their bodies relaxed visibly.

  Abbot is right, this Mrs. Xiaowen really has the roots of wisdom, and the wooden fish is very different, especially...refreshing! Even when they heard this, they felt that they could not go up or down.

   "Woman?" Yu Zhi looked at the prisoner who was tied up, a little surprised.

   "The dead don't distinguish between men and women." He Xiaodie said with a blank expression, "Ma'am, the profession you said does not distinguish between men and women, and occupational discrimination is not welcome."

  Yu Zhi turned his head, "Did I say that? When? Why don't I remember?"

  He Xiaodie, "Six years ago, when you and I went to pick out a killer organization."

  Yu Zhi frowned and thought about it, there is such a thing. But she resolutely denied it, "I definitely didn't say that, you must have remembered it wrong."

  It is impossible to remember wrongly, but He Xiaodie is obviously used to Yu Zhi's recklessness, so he glanced at her and said nothing.

  The dead man deserves to be a dead man, Yu Zhi didn't ask anything. She is a woman who is dying of illness, what is there for others to worry about? Even the dead were sent out, probably for Wen Jiuxiao.

  What happened to Wen Jiuxiao who was far away in the south of the Yangtze River? Or whose interests were affected by Wen Jiuxiao's disaster relief?

   "Ma'am, kill it." He Xiaodie chased after her.

  Yu Zhi's mouth twitched, and he gave her a sideways glance, "I'm a child's mother, don't kill me at will, my hands are full of blood, doesn't it smell bad?"

  He Xiaodie thought for a while, and said, "Don't worry, madam, there won't be a single drop of blood."

  Yu Zhi...

  What to kill? Why is she so obsessed with killing?

   "Don't kill, send it to the Yamen." Let the whole capital see that her family Xiaowen lived and died for the court in the south of the Yangtze River, but someone in the capital stabbed a knife into his house. Doesn't this make loyal officials feel cold? Does the imperial court care?

   After thinking for a while, he added, "Send it with great fanfare, make a big noise. Watch people closely, don't die."