After pinching the tyrant's peach blossoms, I was favored

Chapter 82 Dead
Seeing Song Ran's appearance about to collapse, Han Shen immediately guessed her worry.

There was also a smile on his face.

"Is Little Eunuch Song worried that we will be outnumbered?" He asked back.

Is this called being outnumbered?

With people like you, you are not even considered "widowed".

Without waiting for Song Ran to answer, Han Shen continued: "Don't worry, little Eunuch Song, in our emperor's plan, there was never any plan to use our 5000 people to fight against Xia Jian. These 5000 people are actually used Come to protect the people in the city at critical times."

"Then Xia Jian's 3 horses?" Song Ran looked puzzled.

But soon, she thought of something.

She said with a slightly excited tone: "Could it be that you have already spread the news of Ning San's death to the capital, and then Ning Feng believed that Xia Jian had the intention of treason?"

"Yes."

Han Shen didn't expect Song Ran's mind to turn so fast, so he nodded quickly.

It turned out that the tyrant had already made preparations.

Sooner or later, Xia Jian and Ning Feng will turn their faces. The tyrant is sure of this, so he made preparations in advance to speed up the speed of their tearing up.

"Ning Feng also sent tens of thousands of troops south, and they are probably arriving soon." Han Shen continued.

How many thousands of soldiers and horses?

Song Ran raised his eyebrows.

Although Ning Feng holds military power now, tens of thousands of soldiers and horses is not a small number, if they are all defeated...

Oh, it must be a heavy loss.

The most important thing is that so many soldiers and horses were transferred from the capital...

That means that there are very few soldiers and horses he stayed in the capital.

Song Ran's eyes lit up again.

Seeing Song Ran's expression, Han Shen naturally knew that she had guessed this step too.

There was also a smile of praise on his hard face, "Master Guo Shi has already rushed back to the capital. If things go well tonight, we can also set off to return to Beijing and clean up Ning Feng."

No wonder I didn't see Qian Ziyun, it turned out he had returned to Beijing.

The tyrant really calculated every step of the way.

"The emperor is really good at planning!" Song Ran wanted to build a good relationship with Si Xie, so she took advantage of the right time to praise him.

As a result, a certain tyrant who heard her words was not at all mean, and instead looked at her with disdainful eyes: "I don't need hypocritical compliments."

Song Ran's smile collapsed in an instant.

Dare to feel that this tyrant likes others to curse him.

When she cursed him before, he didn't have such a big reaction.

Han Shen watched the interaction between Si Xie and Song Ran, and his eyes were a little more puzzled.

Is he missing something?
Why did he find out that the way the emperor and Little Eunuch Song get along...seemed a little warm?
Besides, did the emperor talk too much?

The former emperor, no matter whether he was happy or sad, he was unwilling to say a word.

Si Xie didn't care what the two of them were thinking.

He walked quickly to the window, calculated the time, then turned around, and said coldly: "It's time, I should 'die'."

"Still come and help me?"

Seeing him say that he was going to die, but Song Ran was still unmoved, and the face of a certain tyrant instantly sank.

Help him?

Song Ran's head was full of black lines, but in the end he ran towards him quickly, and then supported him.

His body was tall, and it took a lot of effort for the petite Song Ran to support him.

She supported Si Xie and slowly fell to the ground.

Seeing the timing was right, Han Shen opened the door and went out, shouting, "Come on, Master Ning has an accident!"

"Okay, you can get out now." Si Xie lay on the ground and quickly pulled his hand out of Song Ran's palm, looking like a scumbag who crossed a river and demolished a bridge.

"You..." Song Ran really wanted to scold him, but she thought that now is not the time, and the other party's identity is worthy of her fear.

So she took a deep breath, suppressed her depressed mood, and ran quickly towards the window, and jumped out.

Master Han has already gone to find someone, and the tyrant is about to pretend to be dead. Of course, she has to leave quickly, otherwise Xia Jian's people will definitely become suspicious if they see it.

Back in his dilapidated yard, Song Ran ran into the house and quickly changed a set of clothes for himself.

Fortunately, in order to beat her, Xia Jian only arranged a broken yard for her, and the clothes and other things were still complete.

When she was changing her clothes, a servant girl's anxious voice came from outside the door.

"Young Master Song, something happened, something happened, something happened to Mr. Ning."

"Master Ning has an accident? What happened to him?" Song Ran opened the door, pretending to be puzzled.

"You need to go over and have a look. Master Xia sent a servant to call you." The servant said respectfully.

Hehe, Xia Jian called her over, but he just wanted her to confirm whether the tyrant had really died.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Song Ran also pretended to be anxious, and then ran over.

Arriving at the gate of Si Xie's courtyard, Song Ran saw that it was full of people.

The maid yelled anxiously: "Young Master Song is here."

After the voice fell, everyone hurried out of the way.

Song Ran quickly walked forward with the medicine box.

Soon, he saw Xia Jian.

Xia Jian still looked weak, but when he saw Song Ran, his whole body exuded a kind of excitement.

"Go and have a look, Zimao..."

"The subordinate understands." Song Ran nodded obediently, then quickly crossed the threshold and walked in.

The others followed behind, craned their necks to see Si Xie's condition.

In the center of the room, Song Ran saw Si Xie lying in a pool of blood, with blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be caused by vomiting a lot of blood just now.

"Are you a doctor? Come here and show our adults." Han Shen, wearing a human skin mask, said in a panic.

Song Ran suppressed his emotions and hurried over.

She put her finger on Si Xie's wrist and found that...

There is no pulse.

Han Shen, on the other hand, blinked at her from an angle that no one would notice, and Song Ran instantly understood that the tyrant had used fake death.

And it was a high-quality fake death medicine. If it wasn't for Han Shen's reminder just now, she would have mistakenly thought that the tyrant was dead.

"My lord, Lord Ning is dead, his pulse is gone, and his heartbeat is gone." Song Ran stood up, pretending to be very sad and said to Xia Jian.

"Is he really dead?" Xia Jian was so excited that he finally killed Ning San.

"Well, the pulse and heartbeat are gone, and there is no way to save them. If you don't believe me, you can ask the doctor to take a look." Song Ran continued.

"No need." Xia Jian shook his head quickly.

A bit of complacency flashed in his eyes, because before Song Ran came just now, he called the doctor in the mansion, and the answer they gave was exactly the same as Song Ran's.

Ning San is really dead.

"Come here, this dog slave dared to murder Mr. Ning, come here, drag him into the sky prison, and deal with it another day."

Seeing someone dead, Xia Jian could show his ugly face mercilessly.

He blamed everything on Han Shen.

Seeing this, Han Shen sneered in his heart.

Sure enough, everything was as the emperor expected.

However, the play still needs to be well acted...

He pretended to be angry and said: "It's not me, I didn't harm our Master Ning, Master Xia, you have to learn from it..."

After being dragged far away, his angry voice still came.

"As for Zimao, he died in another country, so let's find a place to bury him properly." Xia Jian said pretending to be sad.

"My lord, let the subordinates be responsible for burying Lord Ning." Song Ran suggested at this time.

(End of this chapter)