Ink Burns

Chapter 90 A life-long friendship

He Wuma felt a little aggrieved: "Qingfeng" was causing trouble, what could she do? Three women make a play, and it is normal to carefully select four girls to perform a big play? !
What's more, the people in Jinling Prefecture are not behaving like human beings.

Ask him to send a painter, but he sends a butcher. Who can restrain himself?
"The Lan sent by Jinling Prefecture was to be sent to the capital as a death warrior to kill people. I only found out yesterday that Master Qiu Huaibi did not want to participate in this election, but he could not resist the persuasion of his mentor Master Zhou, so he had to send someone to fill the number." He Wu Ma cried, "That plague god is a butcher who has joined a group of scholars! He ran away on his own, and even snatched the knife from our guards and slashed the throat of Gu who he met on the way!"

A killer came and gave away a "Green Phoenix" as compensation!
She is also feeling aggrieved!

He Wuma cried again: "If you really want to blame me, I will accept it. It is my fault anyway! Go and accept the punishment. When the time comes, I will go to hell and complain to the King of Hell!"

"Alright, alright."

Madam Zhu frowned slightly, and her face became a beautiful little hillock. She said casually, "It's going to rain, and my mother is going to get married. She should choose a man. She should choose a man, a person of talent, a person of fate, and a person of luck. Gu's luck is bad, and she ran into the King of Hell when she went out. It's not your fault. As for the trouble caused by Jinling Mansion, when we enter the capital and report to you and your majesty, someone will take care of them."

He Wuma sobbed and wiped her tears with her fingers: "Gu was found dead behind the rockery early in the morning. She has been put into the coffin now. Do you want to go and see her?"

Madam Zhu said with a light "tsk". "What am I going to see? A dead person or a soul? You old dog, you think before you speak or act. You may look smart, but you are incredibly stupid at heart!"

If the master is willing to call you "stupid", it will be considered a good thing.

He Wuma's crying subsided: "No matter how stupid I am, I am still your lackey who has followed you for decades. I may be a little stupid, but I am loyal to you."

Madam Zhu poked He Wuma's forehead with her fingertips and said, "Go away, go away. Send someone to look for her in the back mountain. We want to see Lan alive or dead. Gu should hold a funeral immediately and send the coffin down the mountain. Ask the people from Zhenjiang Prefecture to claim it. Don't close the coffin lid yet. The Zhenjiang Prefecture may want to bury her with some burial objects. You should take out another 100 taels of silver and give it to the Zhenjiang Prefecture as a token of gratitude for their hard work."

He Wu Ma felt refreshed only after she left the main room and instructed the little maid to do something.

Gu's coffin was transported all the way down the mountain and temporarily placed in the charity cemetery at the foot of the mountain.

The stinking stench of the corpses was almost overwhelming.

Lan hid in Gu's coffin - this was the idea that Miss Liu came up with last night!

Only the dead can go down the mountain.

She didn't want to become a dead person, so she could only disguise herself in a dead person's coffin!

Fortunately, the coffin prepared in the castle was large enough.

Early this morning, Gu's body was found. Although she was puzzled, she did not ask too many questions. She just changed into Miss Liu's clothes silently, walked and stopped all the way, and went to the coffin in the back garden in a very secretive manner.

She turned over and entered the coffin, lying under Gu's body, waiting for the coffin to be carried down the mountain.

"When the coffin lands on the ground, you must crawl out immediately - your chance of survival lies in the time difference between the time when Zhenjiang Prefecture comes to pick up the body and the time when the coffin arrives at the charity cemetery in advance." Miss Liu's words were still fresh in my mind. Along the way, the fatal knife wound on Gu's neck had already stopped bleeding, and the exposed spine showed that the person who made this knife wound was definitely a martial artist who was ruthless and skilled in using a knife.

At the moment of life and death, she had no time to think about why and how Gu died?

The wounds on her back and arms, burned by the fire, were like drinking poison to quench thirst and provided a temporary salvation - the road ahead was still long and there was still no return. Even if she managed to escape, she would face the desperate situation of being seriously injured and dying.

A feeling of sadness welled up in Lan's heart: she was not afraid of death, but she had not repaid the favor of someone's life, and she would not be clean if she died.

The coffin bounced down the mountain and finally landed on the ground.

Lan took a deep breath, pushed open Gu's stiff body, and used all her strength to push open the coffin lid, which was not completely nailed shut, inch by inch.

After pushing open a small gap large enough for her to enter and exit, Lan quickly crawled out of the coffin. As soon as she landed lightly on the ground, she was immediately enveloped in a large dark shadow.

"Lansing, Jinling Prefecture."

A deep and cold male voice sounded from behind.

When Lan's name was called, his whole body tensed up and he slowly turned around.

A completely unfamiliar man appeared in front of her, standing against the light with his hands hanging down, and casually threw a sealed bottle of medicine porcelain over to her.

"Golden wound medicine applied externally."

Then he threw a small wooden box.

"The pill should be taken orally."

The man spoke calmly, his deep voice like the cool air surging freely in a deep well: "Even if you use fire to seal your blood, without medicine, you won't be able to walk out of Zhenjiang Prefecture alive."

Lansing took it with both hands, though warily, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. You just need to know that the person who saved your life is named He Shanyue."

The man was wearing a dark coarse linen shirt, which had no stitches around it but was very smoothly gathered. His deep and heavy eyebrows shone like a gem hidden in the vast landscape. "Perhaps she won't have the last name He in the future."

"But you just need to remember that her husband will be Xue Xiao, the Chief Censor of the Censorate."

(End of this chapter)