After transmigrating into the body of a widow, I became the richest man in the capital.

Chapter 393 The Execution Ground is Full of Danger
Su Xiaoxiao saw that the bandits below the stage who wanted to storm the execution ground were already eager to try. The leader with yellow eyes, whom Su Xiaoxiao thought looked a lot like a weasel, was secretly reaching his hand into the dart pouch under his clothes. Don't ask Su Xiaoxiao how she knew about such a high-end item as the dart pouch; she had actually seen Qian Musheng handle such things.

Qian Musheng also had the habit of using hidden weapons, and he always carried such a dart pouch with him.

However, Qian Musheng would not use underhanded tactics to harm people. He would only take out his dart pouch to hurt his enemies when he was forced to do so when he was in mortal danger.

The dart pouches were made of deer hide or cowhide, and varied in size, but judging from their shape and the marks left by the hidden weapons inside, one could guess that they were dart pouches. The old weasel man had already reached in and seemed to pull out a small dart with black liquid on the tip, which was obviously poisoned.

Qian Musheng had told Su Xiaoxiao that he never used poisoned embroidered darts to hurt people; those were the work of bandits or villains, and he would only use embroidered darts as a last resort.

Su Xiaoxiao was extremely anxious at this moment, and she had no choice but to send a letter to Qian Musheng as soon as possible.

I happened to catch a glimpse of a scholar who was setting up a stall nearby, writing calligraphy for people.

These people mainly earned some money by writing letters to illiterate people or giving them pointers.

So she rushed over and snatched the brush, ink, paper and inkstone from the man's stall and started writing. Of course, the paper couldn't be too big, so Su Xiaoxiao tore off a piece of it.

Before the man could react, he asked, "Young lady, are you writing a letter or something? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Su Xiaoxiao didn't answer him. This brush was a bit thick and couldn't write very small characters, so she could only keep it short.

After writing the note, Su Xiaoxiao took out a few coins and gave them to the scholar who was setting up the stall, then hurriedly left.

The vendor saw that Su Xiaoxiao covered her hand the whole time while she was writing, and he didn't know what she meant, but at least he received the money.

Now his mind is not on setting up his stall, but on the trial over there. This public trial of the case of the Monkey King Luo Zhaizhu by the Dali Temple is unprecedented. The public trial on the street is meant to be seen by all the people.

It is said that after this trial, Sai Pohou had too many murder cases on his hands, so instead of waiting until autumn to execute them all at once, he was taken directly to the entrance of the vegetable market in the north of the city and executed on the street.

So a large crowd of onlookers gathered, all eager to see what this heinous bandit leader looked like. Did he have three heads and six arms, or was he tall and strong? What made him so special? These questions piqued their curiosity.

The bandit leader of Qingfeng Village in Chashuling was a figure feared by all the locals. Anyone passing through that area was always on edge, afraid of being kidnapped.

They were also very curious about how the ringleader had been caught and why he had been captured; this was actually quite important.

As a result, everyone began to gather around, eager to see what the outcome of this trial would be.

The bandit leader has been caught, which shows that the government wants to make a scene here to warn others. After writing the note, Su Xiaoxiao returned to the crowd, keeping an eye on the bandits who were about to make their move. Taking advantage of their inattention, Su Xiaoxiao slowly approached Qian Musheng.

After crumpling the note into a ball, he slapped it across the face of Qian Musheng, who was still intently listening to the trial.

Qian Musheng was so skilled that he sensed danger even before the note got close to him.

He tilted his head slightly to the side and held the crumpled paper between two fingers.

Qian Musheng frowned slightly and looked around. Su Xiaoxiao was anxiously watching him. Had Su Xiaoxiao thrown this note over? But in order not to attract Qian Musheng's attention, Su Xiaoxiao only gestured for him to look at the note quickly before disappearing into the crowd of onlookers.

Qian Musheng saw on the note that someone wanted to storm the execution ground and rescue Chief Luo. Those people were in your nine o'clock direction.

Qian Musheng knew he was being watched, so he casually tidied his hair and looked in the direction Su Xiaoxiao had indicated.

With his extensive experience in the martial arts world, he was able to immediately recognize the group of ordinary-looking bandits.

The old man at the head, who looked like a weasel, was emitting a yellow glow as he prepared to pull out a hidden weapon from his pocket. It seemed that his target was the Chief Justice of the Court of Judicial Review, who was sitting in the main seat on the stage.

It's estimated that they wanted to take down the Chief Justice of the Court of Judicial Review first, causing chaos among the people present, so they could take the opportunity to rescue Sai Pohou.

It seems this is exactly what this group is planning. Qian Musheng saw that it was Su Xiaoxiao who threw him the note earlier, and thought to himself that he was really grateful to Su Xiaoxiao this time.

Otherwise, with the bandits lurking in the shadows and him and other officials like the Chief Justice of the Court of Judicial Review in the open, they could easily be ambushed and killed. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Qian Musheng thought to himself, "These bandits are really bold. Are they planning to storm the execution ground?" Although there were soldiers surrounding the area, those desperate criminals were not afraid of them.

Qian Musheng thought about it and realized that made sense. Although he had never met the three leaders of Qingfeng Village and had only captured the third leader, surnamed Luo, he knew that there were two other leaders in Qingfeng Village, both of whom were well-known and famous in the martial arts world.

Without even mentioning anything else, just looking at this old man who looks like a weasel at the head of the group, you can tell that his martial arts skills are not low.

Qian Musheng lowered his head, but was already sweating. He didn't know how many enemies were on the other side, and he was surrounded by officials from the Dali Temple, none of whom knew any martial arts. If a fight broke out, he would probably die.

What to do now? Qian Musheng secretly glanced at the old weasel-like man. His small eyes were darting around, and his hands seemed to be constantly moving, searching for various angles. Finally, he slowly started to move towards him, probably wanting to use a dart to take down the Dali Temple Chief Minister next to Qian Musheng first.

No sooner said than done, Qian Musheng saw a silver light shooting towards him.