Hua Nongying

In the middle of the night, Song Ying, who was in a drowsy sleep, heard someone knocking on the door outside.The voice was not loud, but Hua Jiang, who was resting beside him, had already reacted when the first door rang, turned over and got up.As if he was waiting for that person.

After the door opened with a creak, it was Hua Jiang and someone whispering, among them Song Ying seemed to hear them talking about Yi Yang or something.It should be a personal name, and he has heard of this name.After the conversation ended, Hua Jiang slowly returned to the bedside. Even though the Sandman was calling, Song Ying could still feel that the person standing by the bed should be looking at him.But the fatigue of the whole afternoon made him sleepy, and he knew nothing after a while.

In the early morning, the birds in the forest are very active.Different kinds of calls could be heard endlessly, and Song Ying's eyes slowly opened under this wonderful chorus.The one quilt that covered her body last night has now become two.Song Ying got up and looked out, and found that he was the only one in the room, not even Erxing.A gust of wind blew in from nowhere, and patted Song Ying's back in only her single clothes, making him shiver from the cold. "It's too cold" he muttered and fell back on the bed, thinking to himself, it's like it's winter.

Something outside the yard made a crackling sound, with the sound of swishing wind, very strong. "Second line?" Song Ying turned her head outward, and asked hoarsely, "Is that you?" After waiting for a while, no one answered.But the sound was still going on, Song Ying got up curiously, pulled two clothes from the screen at the side and put them on. When she walked to the outside room, she accidentally found a letter quietly placed on the round wooden table.

The letter on the envelope reads the words 'My brother Ying kisses me'!Song Ying hurried forward and removed the envelope.Huajiang really didn't lie to him, it was Song Qi who wrote a letter with him.Song Ying sat on the stool full of joy and read it earnestly, only to see that the whole article was written by Song Qi telling Song Ying not to worry about it, and to let him take care of herself at ease.Occasionally mentioning Tourmaline Chen and Song Baozhu are all fine.Song Ying really let out a long sigh of relief.

Song Ying recalled that voice at night, it seemed to be Anbu.Then what they said about Yi Yang at the time must be Cheng Yiyang, the lieutenant general who sent his elder brother back to Wushuang Fort.This letter may have been sent by Anbu at that time, because Vice General Cheng came back.

Putting the letter close to her body, Song Ying got up and walked to the door, and slowly opened it. In an instant, she saw a burst of silver light waving from the opposite side, powerful and astonishing.If it wasn't for Hua Jiang's quick reaction to who the person was standing there, and quickly withdrawing his whip, it is estimated that Song Ying's head and neck would have been separated by this time.

The two looked at each other in silence, then it was Hua Jiang who lightly raised his eyebrows, slowly put the silver whip into a leather box, then turned around and waved at him.

In fact, Song Ying was frightened, how could Huajiang know.Seeing him approaching, Hua Jiang put his hand into Song Ying's unruly hair, looked at him from the right side of his face arrogantly, and said seriously: "Fortunately, there is no injury."

The wind in the middle of the mountain was strong, slightly blowing Song Ying's skirt and hair, not to mention his pale face in shock, which made his already bright facial features very attractive.Especially those black benevolent eyes, and the bright red lips.Hua Jiang pinched the back of his head with a little more force, and Song Ying frowned slightly, with panic in her eyes.

Injury or not is the second priority. Song Ying half awake and half confused wants to say, as long as her life is still alive.He might not be able to guess how serious the consequences of Hua Jiang's lashing of the whip were, but seeing the chill and murderous look in Hua Jiang's eyes at that time was enough to scare Song Ying.He had imagined all kinds of troubles in Huajiang, but when he actually faced it, he would still be frightened into a cold sweat. Although he was wearing two extra palms at this time, the cooled sweat was blown through by the wind, and he would Feeling cold and shivering.

"Don't come out from behind when I'm concentrating on practicing."

Song Ying retorted: "But I made a noise."

Hua Jiang pulled him closer, staring at him with fluctuating eyes, "You should be glad you made a sound."

"..."

Seeing Song Ying's shocked look, Hua Jiang finally kindly let him go.And with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he passed by him and said, "After packing up, come to Zhongyi Hall to find me."

Song Ying turned to look at him, wanting to say, but where is Zhongyi Hall?

Facts have proved that Zhongyitang is not far from Song Ying's residence. Before Anbu came over, Erxing kindly gave Song Ying two mouthfuls of hot buns.Song Ying said on a whim, "Can't I have some soy milk?"

Erxing had already become immune to Song Ying's new names popping up from time to time, and said, "If the young master knows how to do it, Erxing is willing to try it." Erxing who was clearing the table said this, and suddenly gossiped, "It is said that the city lord brought a few hall masters here to catch the traitor."

"Traitor?"

"Well, after the previous arrangements of several hall masters, it seems that that person has been caught this morning. He is the mastermind behind the hijacking of the young master."

"Then where are they?"

The second line is like a small intelligence agent, able to inquire about everything. "It's in the Loyalty Hall!"

Loyalty Hall is not much bigger than where Song Ying lives, but the style inside is much more solemn.It should be where Huajiang works in another hospital.Guided by Anbu, Song Ying heard a frightened begging for mercy from outside her door before she stepped into the main entrance.

"Director of An University" Song Ying stopped in her tracks and said: "The city lord seems to have something important to do, so I'll just stand outside and wait for him."

Anbu turned around and said with his eternally consistent smile, "Madam is at ease and will follow this old slave."

Song Ying had no choice but to bite the bullet and keep up.When he stepped up the high steps and entered the Loyalty Hall, the previous noise disappeared immediately.Even the one who begged for mercy stopped suddenly, but he hadn't waited for him to adapt to the atmosphere of the crowd watching.Then I saw a man who was tied up and rolled towards him, bumped his head on the ground and shouted at him, "Madam, please help me...you are being wronged... please Madam, please help me... .”

There was fear of death in that voice. Seeing that his face was already swollen to the point where his facial features could not be distinguished, especially the blood on his forehead, Song Ying wanted to help him up from the ground.But he saw a leg popping out of nowhere, and when he swiped to the side, the man was sent flying and rolled far away.Song Ying looked up at the owner of that leg, but it was a familiar face.

Wang Kuaihuo said to Song Ying, but turned to the person who was kicked out: "What are you, you dare to dirty the corner of the lady's robe." Wen was blocked.

Jia Siwen frowned at Wang Kuaihuo and said, "Why are you so rude, don't surprise Madam." After speaking, he looked at Song Ying with a smile on his face.

This face was the man who was dressed as a scholar outside the sedan chair that day. Song Ying recognized it and nodded slightly to him as a greeting.

Under Jia Siwen's persuasion, Wang Kuaihuo finally restrained his movements, but felt sorry for the person who was kicked on the ground by him, and a cloth towel was stuffed in his mouth by one of Anbu's men.Humming all the time, Song Ying looked over with furrowed eyebrows, and met the man's eyes.From those desperate eyes, Song Ying saw the desire for life.And there seemed to be a lot of unwillingness in those muffled roars.

Among the people present, besides these, there was also a young man dressed up vigorously, about eighteen or nine years old.Standing respectfully on Hua Jiang's side, giving people a guarding posture, if someone in the room dared to attack Hua Jiang, Song Ying speculated that the young man would immediately block Hua Jiang.

When Song Ying looked at Hua Jiang, Hua Jiang was also looking at him, and there seemed to be some kind of scrutiny in his eyes. "Your Excellency City Lord!" Song Ying begged him and said, "Can you listen to the words of the man who was tied up, maybe there is something hidden."

Everyone around showed a look of surprise, and even Hua Jiang's eyes deepened a bit when he looked at him.It's not that Song Ying doesn't know that he can't take care of these things at all. Even if he asks Huajiang for this kind of favor, the man on the ground may not survive.Not to mention in case he is indeed an insider.But it's fine if he doesn't know. Seeing other people die, he is really... "Song Ying only asks the city lord to at least give him a chance to prove his innocence."

The author has something to say: I'm sorry everyone, I used my eyes too much when I was working recently, and there are some problems with my eyes, so the next few chapters are rough.I will suspend the update for about a week.Sorry, I'll re-edit when I get back.