"Can it be that the Three Beile was debauchery and even the female thief got involved?" someone continued to ask without fear of death.

"When it comes to debauchery, is there anyone in this world who can compare to the fifteenth Beledodo in our Longjiang City? He has not been plotted against, and when will it be the turn of Mangourtai?"

This was the first time Jingyi heard Duoduo's name, but the name slid into her ears and flew away again, because she was already worried and scared at this time.

She stared at the person lying on the wooden board behind her and asked her silently: "Are you the female flying thief who assassinated San Beile?"

She clearly told her that she was originally a slave to the county magistrate's family, and that county magistrate was interested in her and set up a net to search for her, while her parents were still waiting for her to go back in the city...

Jingyi felt compassionate, so she agreed to help her get into Longjiang City.

Susan rolled her eyes angrily. She wanted to tell the little nun, what kind of female thief assassination? It was simply a saying that Mangourtai made a name out of nothing and tried to hide his evil deeds.

Who made him want to be ill-intentioned to her with three points of drunkenness? She just wanted to get drunk and grabbed the wine pot and penetrated his head. Who knew that this bastard Mangourtai was so angry that he wanted her!

The county magistrate of Longjiang City is also a bastard. He actually came up with such an inhumane way of searching: the officer put a basin of water, washed the suspicious person's face, and pinched his face. If the man was less than six feet tall, he would pull open his clothes and expose his chest to check for the yamen.

No matter how exquisite the disguise technique is, it cannot withstand such careful investigation.

After thinking about it, Susan could only think of one way, which was to pretend to be dead.

It’s better to pretend that a dying person who has an infectious disease and only has one last breath.

Jingyi once asked her: "Why don't you just pretend to be someone sleeping in the coffin?"

Susan said: "Do you think I didn't think about it? I'm afraid that the bastard county magistrate would cremate me immediately."

She asked Jingyi to hire two people outside the city to carry the wooden board, and her face was covered with rashes within two hours.

Jingyi admired and said, "Is this cinnabar you have? Why does it look the same as it is?"

Susan rolled her eyes helplessly, "Little nun, this is true. Auntie, I have paid a heavy price this time! Don't you want to go to Lanlin Temple? It happened to be one."

She covered herself with white linen cloth. After hearing Jingyi's miserable remarks, two coolies who were unaware of the situation agreed to carry the person into Lanlin Temple in the city.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

Jingyi gritted her teeth and tried to calm down, "Amitabha, this yamen runner, I am You Ni from Nanchen Temple. This donor is seriously ill and is about to die. However, when he was young, he made a wish to go to Lanlin Temple in Longjiang City to convert to my Buddha, seeking to redeem my sins for a lifetime. I also ask you to do some convenience. If you delay, I am afraid that this donor will die with his eyes."

The people around him couldn't help but look at Susan lying on the wooden board with sympathy.

Susan's eyes were closed, but she was laughing in her heart. This little nun has good acting skills!

Seeing that the yamen runner had to go to the examination and let him go under the pressure of public opinion, a clear and smiling voice came, "Oh, are you seriously ill? Master, what disease is she suffering from?"

County Magistrate Li Dahang walked over with his hands. He was wearing an official uniform with a jade belt around his waist. His tight clothes showed that he was tall and handsome, elegant and imposing. His face was as clean as jade, with a slightly smile on his face, his eyebrows and eyes were as bright as stars, and his starry eyes were slightly tired when they turned slightly, but they did not make people feel decadent at all, but they would make people feel pity.

When he walked to Jingyi, she couldn't help but be stunned, and she even more suspected that Susan was lying to her. Such a person would have to force a maid to have sex with him?

"Yes, it's a dirty disease..." She stuttered a little nervously.

A lot of people onlookers suddenly dispersed, and Li Dahang's smile became deeper, "In other words, she is a prostitute woman? I wonder which Hong Kong house is from?"

"Well...well, the donor wants to know if she can ask her carefully after she arrives at Lanlin Temple?" Jingyi had a cold sweat. The consequences of telling a lie would be used to fulfill the lie. She could almost no longer make up.

"I want to ask her now." Li Dahang had already walked to the stretcher.

"Sir, this disease is contagious. What's more, she is seriously ill and unconscious. She can't ask anything when she asks." Jingyi said hurriedly.

He sniffed hard and sniffed, "How come I smelled a smell of wine?"

Jingyi was so scared that she stammered: "Yes, it can disinfect and relieve itch, and it can also remove the stench of pus from poisonous sores."

Li Dahang suddenly realized the expression of this. He glanced at the yamen runner behind him, "Please rest aside."

The two yamen runners came over to pull Jingyi, but Jingyi was pulled away and thought silently: Susan, please beg for your own blessing.

"I heard that people with dirty diseases even have poisonous sores on their faces," Li Dahang lifted the white cloth with one hand.

Most of the people watching covered their mouths and noses and turned their faces and did not dare to look at them.

He looked at Susan, whose face was covered with rashes, lowered his head and smiled in her ear, "Is this face fake?" After that, he reached out to stroke her eyebrows and lips, and Susan's hands under the white cloth clenched into fists.

Li Dahang said loudly: "The face is not so bad, I just don't know if it's dead.

Susan quickly controlled her breath steadily, as if a dying person had inhaled but not vented, waiting for Li Dahang to put his hand on her nose to test.

Unexpectedly, Li Dahang did not do what she wanted. Instead, he put his hand on her chest and touched her, laughing in her ear and said, "If you don't breathe, don't know if your heartbeat is still there?"

Susan was shy and angry, and her eyelashes moved uncontrollably, almost wanting to jump up and strangle the disciple to death.

At this moment, she regretted her intestines were blue.

Suddenly, a sharp sound of horse hooves came. Li Dahang frowned slightly and pressed her hand on her chest to point her big holes. Susan's body numb, but she couldn't make a sound. Only then did she realize that she had been squinted by someone.

"Be good, don't move." He said a few words to her indescribable. He stood up and looked at the silver-armored general who was slamming the galloping horse in front of him, "Mr. Zhang, what's the reason for the big horse to come?"

The man in silver armor dismounted and said loudly: "I am Zhang Kang, on the order of the three Beile Master, came to investigate all women aged about twenty who are not registered in Longjiang. I also hope that the adults will assist me."

Jingyi, who was beside her, couldn't help but turn pale, and her clothes on her back were already wet with sweat.

Li Dahang smiled and said, "San Beile really has a good taste in that female assassin," he glanced at Susan on the wooden board, "Why would you better check this woman who has a dirty disease and a poisonous sore first? She is not from Longjiang, nineteen years old, and has no husband's family, and she fully meets the requirements of her adult." After that, she looked at the attendant Li Nan behind her, "Where is the official sedan chair you have ordered?"

"Young Master, you're ready long ago." Li Nandao.

Li Dahang bowed to Zhang Kang, "Master Zhang is in everything personally, and I really want the officials to admire him. I have no choice but to check the assassin day and night these days. Dahang is not capable of returning to the county government to sleep, and I will trouble the adults here at the city gate. As for this patient, Wang Peng..."

The sword guards came forward and saluted, "What are the instructions of sir?"

"Wang Peng is one of the top captains in my county. He has always been hard-working. Lord Zhang is at ease to use it and the officials are leaving." After that, he turned around and wanted to get into the sedan chair.
Chapter completed!