Ink Burns

Chapter 92 Killing Eyes

As soon as Madam Zhu finished speaking, two well-trained maids grabbed the two little maids with double buns who were hiding in the back and brought them in front of Wen and Shanyue.

Qiu Tao was timid. She cried out, hunched over like a dying river shrimp, and shrank back as hard as she could: "No! No!"

Qiu Tao's tears flowed down!

He didn't dare to get too close to Shanyue, but still subconsciously asked Shanyue for help.

"Miss Liu, please don't kill me!" Qiu Tao made a false move in the air, her whole face covered with tears and snot!
After crying, I felt even more panicked: It was useless to ask Miss Liu for help, this was a test, and she was just the question.
The dagger is the pen to solve the problem, and she is just a problem!

Qiu Tao was like a small fish that leaped from water to land, its gill covers fluttering, revealing its struggling blood-red gill flesh.

She is a human being! How can she be a test question! ?

Qiutou cried so hard that she almost fainted.

Wen's maidservant didn't cry as hard, but she was also shaking all over. Her sobs were hidden in her throat. She didn't dare to cry out loud, and her thin shoulders and head shook unconsciously.

Mrs. Wen looked up in disbelief, her voice trembling, "Why, why did you kill her?"

Madam Zhu was still smiling, but a trace of obvious displeasure flashed across her brows. Her lips curled up and she spoke softly, "Are you questioning me?"

Mrs. Wen immediately shook her head: "No, no! I don't dare!"

Madam Zhu smiled, gently gathered her wide sleeves hanging low in her right hand with her left hand, and made a gesture of "please".

It seems to be saying "take your time".

"Slowly use" this bloody killing.

“Slow use” is a test that costs human lives.

The tray with the daggers is just ahead.

The woman carrying the tray pushed the tray closer to the two girls and repeated what Madam Zhu had not finished saying: "Come on, girls, blood is bright red, and wedding dresses are also bright red—"

The old woman awkwardly pushed the plate against Shanyue's waist.

The cold, hard edge of the plate hit Shan Yue's loin!
Shanyue kept her eyes lowered, her gaze fixed on the edge of the slightly mottled red-painted beech wood square table, her eyelashes trembling slightly with the dull pain in her waist: when the Xue family bought these little girls from the pawnshop, they never thought of letting them live - the fortress was spacious and sparsely populated, even the people who delivered meals to the kitchen spoke fluent Jinling dialect, but these four little girls spoke the local Zhenjiang dialect.

Gu died, Lan escaped, and overnight, the maid who served them disappeared.

Most likely the bad news has already been spread.

"Move!" Madam Zhu urged gently, glancing sideways at the twilight outside the window: "It's getting dark, are we going to hold out until tomorrow morning?"

Wen took a deep breath and glanced at Shan Yue: This person who always kept silent, now his head is buried lower than the dog's tail grass! ——Last night, Lan was hit by some evil storm and fled, and killed Gu who was passing by on the way!

When she heard about it, she was surprised, happy, and a little regretful!

I was shocked, and naturally a little scared - how could there be only two left out of four girls overnight?
What makes me happy is that the number of competitors has suddenly been reduced by half!
It's a pity that why did Lan only kill Gu at that time and didn't kill Liu as well?
To be honest, Liu is the one they fear the most among the four of them. In terms of appearance, painting skills, and behavior, Liu is the best! If Lan can take Liu away in one go, how can Gu be her opponent? !
Now this situation.
Mrs. Wen exhaled a few quick breaths. The current situation made it difficult for her to breathe!
To kill, or not to kill! ?
With such a good opportunity in front of her, she certainly knew it was not easy to come by - although her father was a juren, in Jiangnan where there was a jinshi every three steps and a cabinet minister every five steps, her father was not even qualified to be a legal advisor. The family was often not well fed and there was hardly any meat among the vegetable leaves. Her father could not take off his long robe, so he could only take her to sell paintings in the market.

Fortunately, she had some talent in painting, and within a few months, the number of people who asked her to paint was much greater than the number of people who bought her father's paintings. However, now that they had passed the time when Jiangnan painting and calligraphy first flourished and hundreds of schools of thought contended, it was difficult for them to stand out.

There were only two rooms in the tiled house at home, one for her parents and one for her and her younger siblings. The eaves were leaking, and her father bought more than a dozen tiles, but he didn't dare to step up to repair it. The tiler at the entrance of the vegetable market wanted ten copper coins to help, and her mother thought it was too expensive and didn't want to give it - ten copper coins stopped her from wishing that the tiles would not get wet in the rain or fall away in the wind.

She has a younger sister and two younger brothers. She originally wanted to rely on her father's status as a juren and marry a businessman whose family has some money. On one hand, she could serve her husband, and on the other hand, she could paint and sell money. The money from her husband's family and the money from selling paintings could all flow back to her parents' home, and her younger brothers and sisters could always sleep in a tiled house that doesn't leak.

Destiny is sometimes full of surprises.

When her mother was looking for the youngest son of the cloth shop next door, an official took a fancy to her paintings at the market and bought all her paintings. The prefect's wife then invited her to have a chat and even arranged for her father to work as a legal advisor in the nearby Chenghai County.
"You can make the leap from one place to another." When the prefect's wife sent her to the fortress, she pinned a begonia flower on her temples and said, "Whether you go back to sell cloth or receive an imperial decree and become the wife of a high-ranking official, it all depends on this time."

The wife of a high-ranking official is even more senior than the wife of a prefect!
If she could marry this high-ranking official, when she came back to visit her parents, would the wife of the prefect also bow to her? Would all the people in the market kneel down and kowtow to her? Would she never live in a leaky house again, and never eat taro and chicory boiled in plain water again?
"Get started!" There was a hint of impatience in Mrs. Zhu's words!
Shanyue seemed to be frightened and reached out to grab the dagger tremblingly.

When Wen saw this, she looked up suddenly, bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, and before Shanyue could, she grasped the dagger tightly in her palm. She took a deep breath, and just as she raised her hand, she dropped it heavily again!
The blade of the dagger pierced fiercely into the neck of the little maid who had served her wholeheartedly for five days!
The blood is gushing out!

"Ah!--" The little maid screamed miserably, her eyes widened, her whole body seemed to be suspended in the air for a moment, and then she fell softly to the ground!

A stream of hot, sweet blood splashed onto Shanyue and Qiutou's faces!

Qiu Tou shrank back in fear: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Shan Yue's legs immediately went limp, his knees hitting the ground, and he collapsed immediately. His eyes were blank, and his voice was filled with sobs and tears of collapse: "No, no, no - no! I can't do it! I can't! I can't!"

However, Wen's eyes were red, and she looked at Madam Zhu with hope, and her voice was full of ambition: "Madam, Madam - I am Wen Qingwan of Jiaxing Prefecture! Madam!"

Wen's voice trembled with excitement: "Me! Did I pass the test?"

Madam Zhu chuckled: "Test? What test?"

"Murder! Marry into the Xue family!" Wen said excitedly.

Madam Zhu lowered her eyes slightly, smiled, and picked up the teacup beside her with one hand: "Yes, you killed someone."

With a pursed mouth, he looked at the little maid lying on the ground, still twitching, and said slowly, "She is a good girl from a good family. Tell me, should I send you to the government office in Zhenjiang Prefecture? Or should I return you to your hometown and ask you to go to Jiaxing Prefecture for trial?"

Wen's excitement froze in place.

Shan Yue supported himself on the ground with one hand, and the icy coolness slowly climbed up his arm from his palm.

Shan Yue's eyelashes trembled slightly.

How can a truly cowardly person not cry when strong liquor hits his wound?
The same reason.

A truly cowardly person might choose to pick up a knife if forced into a corner.

But she definitely doesn't have the courage to kill anyone.

　It is the end of the year materials month and summary month. I am very busy at work and the updates are not very stable. I hope you can understand.

　　
　
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