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Chapter 92 Want to protect you
Xiao Yishu was not afraid at all, and took farm tools, and attacked the joints of the officials.

One of the officials in the front row was unsteady and fell heavily to the ground.

After a while, Xiao Yishu knocked down all the officials present with just a handful of farm tools in his hand.

Song Qingyou clenched her fists nervously.

With a clang, Fang Cheng drew out the long knife in his hand, put it in front of Xiao Yishu, and said arrogantly: "If you kneel down and beg me for mercy now, I will spare you."

"In broad daylight, the world is clear, as an official, do you want to kill people in public?" Song Qingyou raised his eyebrows and said coldly.

Fang Cheng looked at her: "In Kushui County, I can do whatever I want, you bitch, where did you come up with so much nonsense?"

"Xiao Yishu is an exile from the imperial court. If you kill him now, everyone present here will be witnesses to your murder. When the imperial court investigates it, no one will be able to protect you." Song Qingyou said every word said.

"Smelly bitch! You fooled me! An exile dies as soon as he dies. When the time comes, you report to the court, and this matter will be over." Fang Cheng said angrily, obviously his patience had run out It's over.

Xiao Yishu raised the farm tools in his hands without any fear.

Seeing that the situation was uncontrollable, the master said: "Fang Cheng, she is right. Exiles can be executed for resisting orders, or they can die in a foreign country. But if they are killed because of a fight with an official, I'm afraid the court will not let it go. An imperial envoy will be sent to investigate the case thoroughly."

"It's really not worth ruining your prestige in Kushui County because of a woman."

Fang Cheng's eyes were red, he retracted the knife in his hand, and said coldly: "Today, I will let you go for now."

The master took a step forward, cleared his throat, and said, "Xiao Yishu gathered a crowd to fight, the influence was bad, and he can be whipped thirty times as a warning to others."

He looked at Xiao Yishu and asked lightly: "Do you object again?"

Xiao Yishu put down the farm tools in his hands and said, "No."

As he spoke, he took off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body.

The master winked at Fang Cheng, who picked up the whip with a grim smile and said, "Xiao Yishu, I don't strike lightly or harshly. You have to be patient. Don't die if you don't bear thirty whips." ”

Fang Cheng whipped out his whip, which circled in the air like a snake and made a crisp sound.

He waved hard, and a ferocious blood mark immediately appeared on Xiao Yishu's back.

He staggered forward and stretched out a hand just in time to barely stand upright.

"Come again." He gritted his teeth, with a murderous look in his eyes.

He pinched a strand of hair and bit it in his mouth.

Fang Cheng grinned ferociously, and lashed out at Xiao Yishu again.

The whip fell like raindrops, beads of sweat oozed from Xiao Yishu's forehead, and veins popped out on his forehead.

One, two, three...

"That's enough! Thirty blows is enough." Song Qingyou said coldly.

Fang Cheng looked down at Xiao Yishu, raised his foot and kicked him in the chest: "An exile, how dare you fight me?"

Xiao Yishu fell to the ground, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

In the evening, Song Qingyou went to Xiao Yishu to apply medicine.

There was not a single piece of good flesh on his entire back, it looked bloody and bloody, and he looked terrified.

She frowned and said: "The old injury is just healed, but a new injury has been added. I think you don't want to heal it."

Xiao Yishu's eyes shone with complex brilliance, and he said in a low voice, "Seeing Fang Cheng approaching you makes me feel unhappy."

"He's just a hooligan, why are you as knowledgeable as him?" Song Qingyou didn't even know what to say.

She took out the ointment and applied it to Xiao Yishu, but he grabbed her hand.

Xiao Yishu looked nervous, and said unnaturally: "Qingyou, I actually..."

Before the next words could be spoken, Xiao Yishu's entire face turned red.

A wave of dry heat rose, Song Qingyou stammered: "It's a bit hot, I'll go and open the window."

The cool wind blew in, and Song Qingyou sat back on the bed again. Xiao Yishu's entire back was naked. He had a good figure. She lit some cool ointment and applied it on his back.

Everywhere, there was heat.

Xiao Yishu grabbed the quilt tightly and buried her whole head in the pillow.

"Did I hurt you?" Song Qingyou didn't know why and asked.

"Hmm." He said with restraint.

"You don't have a fever, do you?" Song Qingyou asked with concern.

Her hand was faster than her mouth, and she touched Xiao Yishu's forehead, which was really hot.

"You have a fever."

"I do not have."

"Nothing? They've already started talking nonsense."

Song Qingyou frowned and looked for Xiao Yishu medicine.

"I know my own body very well, Qingyou, I don't have a fever, it's you who gave me a fever."

Her hands froze.

"Qingyou, I seem to like being with you, especially when I see other men approaching you, I will feel hostile."

Something suddenly exploded in Song Qingyou's mind. Xiao Yishu was expressing his affection for her.

Although it was not a formal confession, she understood it.

She cleared her throat, her cheeks flushed and said, "I know."

After the words fell, like a little rabbit, he quickly disappeared in front of Xiao Yishu.

The master told the magistrate about Song Qingyou's plan to dig a well.

"Master County Master, is Song Qingyou crazy? There has been a drought for three years, where can we find water?" the master asked.

The county magistrate frowned and said, "What time is it now? Are you still thinking about digging a well? How is her corn planting going?"

"Master, the county has not started planting yet."

The county magistrate suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "How many days has it been? She hasn't sown yet. What on earth is she doing?"

"Create an insulated greenhouse and say that the seeds will be planted in it." The master replied.

"Miss Song's mind is full of weird things, which are different from those of normal people. County Master, do you want to come forward and give her a beating?"

The county magistrate snorted coldly and said, "I'll go there in person tomorrow to see what kind of trouble Song Qingyou is up to."

Early the next morning, Song Qingyou led the people to loosen the soil and sprinkle water in the shed, but the magistrate was late.

Everyone immediately stood up to greet him.

Song Qingyou put down what he was doing: "Master County, the time we agreed on hasn't arrived yet, why are you here?"

"Miss Song, there are only a few days left before the time we agreed on. You haven't planted the seed yet. How can you make me trust you? Can you grow crops?"

The county magistrate said angrily: "I told you yesterday that you want to dig a well?"

"Yes." Song Qingyou's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant: "We have our own water source, which is more convenient."

"I have led the people of Kushui County to dig a well for three years, but no water has been dug. I know better than you whether there is any water source in Kushui County."

(End of this chapter)