Red makeup Chitose

Chapter 108
"Actually, I'm not familiar with the government, do you believe it?" Jin Ming shrugged slightly.

"Do you think I will believe it? The flood in Liushan Pass killed and injured more than a hundred people, but it was concealed and misreported layer by layer. No one cared about our lives and deaths. Instead, the officials resented us for going to Beijing, sued the imperial court, and exposed them. A dream of peace and prosperity..." He Ding walked towards Jin Mingwei with a cowhide rope in his hand, his voice trembling, "Say, who deserves to die?"

"They should be damned." Jin Mingwei replied seriously.

"Yes, so don't blame me, this girl. If you want to blame, blame the officials and gentlemen...Forcing good to evil!" He Ding laughed, his eyes were red under the moonlight, almost crazy.

"I will throw you into the well in the backyard, and make it look like you stumbled and died, so your family won't be too sad." He Ding walked up to Jin Mingwei and was about to tie her up.

As a result, there was a scream like killing a pig, followed by a bang.

The dagger on Jin Mingwei's waist fell.

At the same time, with the muffled sound, a certain woman rolled on the bluestone slab, screaming for pain.

He Ding turned pale with fright, realized something was wrong, grabbed the cowhide rope and rushed towards Jin Mingwei, but Jin Mingwei's dexterity flashed aside, and He Ding was about to fall to the bluestone slab outside the door.

Then a foot hooked halfway around his neck.

After a pause, he let go again, and He Ding continued to fall towards the bluestone slab in horror.

Boom, he felt the bridge of his nose hit the stone slab, and the blood was gushing out, but fortunately there was a buffer in the middle, so he wouldn't die.

"Who!" He Ding got up holding his nose, and saw the middle-aged woman who fell on the bluestone slab before him, still holding her wrist and screaming, with a bruise on her wrist and a horrible white bone poking out.

It can be seen that it was the one who pinched her wrist just now, twisted it, and immediately dislocated it.

And in front of her, the dropped dagger lay alone, no one paid attention to it.

Standing next to the woman was a young man, who finished wiping his hands in disgust, and then went to polish the toes of his shoes. His little face, which was too cold under the moonlight, was like a snow fox.

"Donglin, you're skilled." Jin Mingwei picked up the dagger, lit the candles in the room, and said to the boy.

The young man smiled shyly, his cold little face was covered with a layer of light red.

Jin Mingwei looked at the woman clasping her wrist and screaming again, slightly surprised: "He Ding's parallel head is actually you, you are good at making shoes... Widow Huo."

"Little hoof...hey, it hurts!" Widow Huo and He Ding helped each other up, stepped back warily, and stared at Jin Mingwei fiercely, "How did you guess I'm here?"

"I didn't expect it to be you, I only guessed that there is He Ding's parallel head here." Jin Ming shook his head slightly, nodded again, and pouted at He Ding's feet, "Well, his shoe soles are laminated soles, He sewed several layers of money for nothing, and it looked like it was made for him by the old friend. After all, He Ding was not a professional killer. He was nervous before attacking and kept touching his belt. He trusts, cooperates with him, and is here at night, probably his old friend."

Jin Mingwei spread his hands and sighed: "Whether you guessed right or not, it's always right to keep one hand. Be careful when sailing for ten thousand years. So I asked Donglin to keep an eye on my back. If He Ding cooperates with my old friend, I'm sure he will Attracting attention from the front, while the old friend attacks from behind... As for Dong Lin, you didn't pay attention to him at all?"

The second half of the sentence is to ask He Ding.

He Ding had just stopped the bleeding from his nose, he gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, "...a boy in his teens, with thin arms and legs, I misjudged him."

"Sister, he said I have thin arms and legs!" Dong Lin raised his eyebrows, and immediately rushed to Jin Mingwei's side, wanting to sue as if he was not convinced.

Under the moonlight, the young man pursed his lips slightly, like a child acting coquettishly, the beautiful cinnabar moles were twisted into balls, Jin Ming scolded He Ding several hundred times secretly.

Don't talk if you can't speak!Donglin of her house is a monster's embryo, if you give him a few more years, when he grows up, he should poke your dog's eyes blind!
"You just haven't started growing yet, so I don't blame you, I don't blame you! Boys grow up later!" Jin Ming comforted him slightly, thought for a while, and added, "...I never thought you had thin arms. Oh leg."

Dong Lin looked at Jin Mingwei's neck meaningfully, smiled, his eyes darkened: "Yes, I know!"

Jin Ming was a little flustered, quickly looked away, and said to the two people outside the door: "You...you tie them up, just use this rope, I have something to ask them."

Dong Lin agreed, took the cowhide rope, and quickly tied He Ding and the later widow back to back in a pile. Jin Mingwei was amazed at his craftsmanship, and asked him where he learned it, and he was so proficient.

Donglin said that he learned from Master Jin, tying chickens and ducks is the same technique, drawing inferences from one instance, provoking Jin Mingwei to praise him for being smart.

Then she walked up to He Ding and asked Dong Lin to break his hand away. Sure enough, between the nails, she found a powder in the shape of silver foil: Suo Jinque.

"He Ding, where did these powders come from? The government suspects that you stole silver powder from a wealthy family, and will try you for theft." Jin Mingwei made an excuse and cut to the chase.

"Is this silver powder?" He Ding asked back in shock.

"Yeah, crush silver into powder, and use silver powder to paint flowers when firing porcelain. It is a valuable silver powder painting. I saw it in Su Shanchang's house. They are all things of rich households. You don't know It's normal." Jin Mingwei compiled it quite naturally, without typing half a word.

Anyway, after living a new life, my skills in some aspects have really improved.

"It's used by rich people, it must be very valuable... No wonder... He asked me to protect it like a baby, saying that even if it is a fly's leg, it will bring out a tael of gold..." He Ding fell into deep thought ,self-mumbling.

Jin Mingwei narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned closer to him, and said in a slightly seductive tone: "Would you not be unable to sleep at night by guarding such a valuable thing? He asked you to take care of it, and you took it easy. How many pairs of eyes do you have?" Are you watching? Don’t you feel bad for walking on the tip of the knife every day?”

He Ding trembled all over, as if he had been told what was on his mind, his face changed rapidly.

In fact, Jin Mingwei could guess this point, because it was found between He Ding's nails.

When carrying Sun He's body, it rubbed against Sun He's sleeve. The source of the canary lock should be He Ding's hand.

But the powder can remain in this part of the hand, it must be fiddled with for a long time, and the nails are blocked.

It's like peeling an orange too much to stain your nails.

So what kind of mentality will lead to long-term fiddling?

According to He Ding's identity——

disturbed.

It's like someone will repeatedly check the gold ingots in the money box day and night, and fiddle with it repeatedly.

……

"Yes, they are the ones who want to kill me. They are all with the government, and they all want to kill me." He Ding's pupils gradually lost focus, and the repressed fear seemed to find a gap and exploded.

"You are right, they are using me! They deserve to die, they all deserve to die!" He Ding looked at Widow Huo strangely again, and said grimly, "So you knew from the beginning? You come to Yizhuang with me , are you their internal response?"

"What do I know?! I can't even understand! I'm here to find a man, I don't know anything else!" Widow Huo blinked and cried out.

At this moment, Dong Lin walked up to Jin Mingwei and opened the jar in his hand: "Sister, do you think this is it?"

"Huh? When did you go looking for it?" He Ding was stunned.

He didn't know when the young man left. To be precise, he didn't hear his footsteps. The young man was either very light-hearted or a ghost, and he didn't make any sound when he walked.

"Where did he hide it?" Jin Mingwei took the jar and held it up to the lamp to examine it carefully.

The whole jar of canary locks surprised her.

　Recommend another book by Azhen, the ending of the old saying "Concubine Chaolu", it is not rebirth, not time travel, only 40 words, easy to chase!Abuse lovers enter!

　　


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