After wearing the book, I became the first wife of a treacherous official who died early

Chapter 7 The Song Surname Is Not a Thing
Song Yuanming opened the trouser leg, and there was a large scorched black scar on his left calf, as if it had been burned by fire, it was very hideous and terrifying.

In stark contrast with his fair skin, Jiang Jiu's thoughts were pulled back.

Song Yuanming rolled his trousers forward again, and there were several scratches of different sizes on his thighs, but compared to the previous scars, this one should have been left not long ago.

Perhaps sensing Jiang Jiu's gaze, Song Yuanming looked up at her and said, "Excuse me, help me get the clay pot under the closet."

Jiang Jiu was actually reluctant, but she was also very curious about what Song Yuanming wanted to do, anyway, it was a matter of convenience.

I found a small pitch-black jug under the closet. Jiang Jiu shook it in her hand. It seemed that there was water in it. Without thinking about it, she threw it to Song Yuanming: "Here, here you are."

"Thank you." Song Yuanming took the pot and thanked him.

As soon as he opened the top cover, a strong and pungent smell came to his face, Jiang Jiu rubbed his nose.

Afterwards, he reached out to dig inside, took out a black leaf, chewed it in his mouth, and then dabbed it on his scar.

Jiang Jiu knew which kind of black leaves, it was a herb called Gou Ye, which had the function of warming meridians and stopping bleeding.

Gou Ye is cheap in birth and growth, and can be seen everywhere on the mountain. It is also because it is relatively cheap, and Gou Ye is more irritating.

But using Gou Ye is equivalent to sprinkling salt on the wound. Jiang Jiuguang feels pain no matter how he looks at it. Song Yuanming put it on without blinking his eyes. He is really a ruthless person.

Jiang Jiu asked curiously: "How do you know it can stop bleeding?"

Before Song Yuanming, he was a son at least. Herbs like Gou Ye were usually only used by ordinary people.

Song Yuanming was stunned, and after a while he said: "I was told by others."

Jiang Jiu saw that he didn't want to say more, and didn't intend to continue asking, so he yawned and felt sleepy.

I originally planned to go to bed and sleep, but the bed was placed against the wall, covered with a mosquito net, and a large wardrobe was placed at the end of the bed. Song Yuanming sat on the edge of the bed, just blocking it, and the remaining space was very crowded.

After a while, Song Yuanming saw her standing still, glanced at her, and asked, "Are you going to sleep?"

Nonsense, if you don’t sleep in the middle of the night, why do you want to be a thief? Jiang Jiu complained in his heart, but on the face he only said: "Yeah."

Jiang Jiuzheng was hesitating whether to let Song Yuanming make way.

Song Yuanming stood up and supported the wall, dragged his left leg, and moved to the chair by the window, leaving an opening for Jiang Jiu.

Jiang Jiu was too sleepy, so he didn't think much about it.Same as last night, Jiang Jiu hugged the quilt of her bed and slept on the side of the bed.

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A kerosene lamp the size of a pea was still on.

Song Yuanming chewed up a few more dog leaves and applied it to the wound, then took out the homework left today and continued to copy.

The night is always quiet, with occasional dogs barking, insects chirping, and the rustling of books turning.

Jiang Jiu originally wanted to pretend to be asleep like last night, and didn't sleep until Song Yuanming fell asleep, but Song Yuanming didn't play cards according to common sense, Jiang Jiu couldn't help it, and accidentally fell asleep by himself.

I don't know how long it took before Song Yuanming finished copying, put down the brush, and blew out the oil lamp.

He supported the wall, dragged his legs and walked to the edge of the bed, the moonlight spilled over and down through the window.

The moonlight not only shone on him, but also shone on Cheng Liang's scissors in his hand.

Song Yuanming looked at Jiang Jiu who was sleeping on the side of the bed with complicated eyes.

He knew that Jiang Jiu had an affair with Liu Wencai behind his back. That time he forgot to bring his books, and on the way back to get them, he happened to meet her and Liu Wencai at the entrance of an alley.

He listened to the conversation between the two of them verbatim.

Song Yuanming had a flash of inspiration, and he had other thoughts in his mind. He didn't like Jiang Jiu anyway, but it was just the order of his parents, and it didn't hurt to use it.

Logically speaking, Jiang Jiu and Liu Wencai should have met Jiang Jiu by "coincidentally" in the ruined temple outside the town that day. Who knew that he had run into Jiang Jiu before he went out.

Song Yuanming was very puzzled at that time, he had clearly set the time very well, and there would be no mistakes at all, but why did Jiang Jiu come back early again?

In addition to what happened one after another in the past few days, Song Yuanming found that he couldn't understand Jiang Jiu more and more.

What on earth is she trying to do?Or maybe she and Liu Wen were aware of it, so they came back early that day.

The moonlight shone on the scissors in Song Yuanming's hands, sharp and bright, shining a dazzling cold light in the night.

Song Yuanming lowered his eyelids halfway, covering all his thoughts, but he still didn't do anything. He stuffed the scissors under the bed, lay on the side of the bed, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

On the other side, Jiang Jiu breathed a sigh of relief and sweated profusely.

She was asleep at first, but she drank too much wild vegetable soup at night, which woke her up violently. Just as she was about to get up and go out, she suddenly felt that someone was staring at her behind her.

The cold light reflected from the scissors just happened to be reflected on the wall, and Jiang Jiu felt a chill for no reason, feeling uneasy.

I don't know why Song Yuanming didn't attack her, and Jiang Jiu didn't feel relieved until Song Yuanming lay down.

This night, not only Jiang Jiu didn't sleep well, but someone else slept worse than her.

Zhengdong Street, in a big house with three entrances.

A quarter of Xu's time had passed, and the courtyard was still brightly lit.

"Uncle, my good uncle, you must make the decision for your dear nephew!" Li Mazi cried with snot and tears, hugging a middle-aged man's thigh and wailing non-stop.

"That Song guy is nothing! Just look at how he beat his nephew, it's all ironclad evidence."

While talking, Li Mazi lifted his gown, his body was covered in bruises.

"You bastard, you still have the face to call me wrong!" Boss Cao kicked Li Mazi away, gritted his golden teeth and said, "How dare you hide all the stupid things you did yourself? I."

"Uncle, what are you talking about Uncle, how could my nephew dare to hide something from you." Li Mazi's eyes rolled quickly, "Yes, did that Song say something? He is clearly trying to trick our uncle and nephew. Relationship."

"Both of your assistants have confessed, how dare you argue with me here!" Mr. Cao was very angry, and threw a piece of yellow paper on the table into Li Mazi's face.

"See for yourself!"

The yellow paper fell down lightly, on which were impressively stated the evil things Li Mazi had done, and at the end there were two red handprints, which were obviously made by two handprints.

A note with red handprints like this, the person concerned must bear certain responsibilities, and it is justified when it is taken to the Yamen, and it cannot be faked.

When Li Mazi saw the two red handprints, he "swiped" the ground, and his face turned pale instantly.

(End of this chapter)