Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 474
At the end of July, at the beginning of August, Senior Diegu replied to the letter, which means that he just came back from his travels and saw the letter. He replied a little late. For a while, he was in the Lishan thatched cottage, Just send the old lady of the Long family there.

Meng Baiyun then packed the old lady's luggage, asked Shuixuan to accompany the old lady, and set off for Lishan together.

The journey was long, Meng Baiyun asked Mudan to escort her all the way, as for her, Furong stayed by her side as Xia He, she was safe enough.

Wu Xun has already made her artificial leg, and she will hold it for a while every day.

Because I am not skilled, those fake joints are not as good as real joints, so it is naturally a bit unfamiliar to use.

This made her really look like her legs had just recovered from a long illness and were slowly recovering.

Stepping on the prosthetic leg and practicing walking in the yard, gradually, I can control the prosthetic leg by receiving the strength of the thigh, and the walking is stable.

Wearing a long skirt, no one could tell that she had two artificial legs tied on her calves. She thought that the medicine of the genius doctor Guigu really had a miraculous effect, and that Madam's illness was about to get better.

And the person Meng Baiyun had been waiting for, the impatient person, finally showed his face.

It was the morning of the fifth day of August. Meng Baiyun had just finished his breakfast when he heard a slight commotion outside.

The movement was extremely small, if it wasn't for Xi Wu's sharp eyes and ears, she might not have heard it.

Most of the people who can enter her yard are from the family, and no one has such light steps and deliberately hidden breathing.

Fu Rong, who was waiting by the side, obviously felt it too, and moved her body.

Meng Baiyun gently pressed her hand: "Go and invite Butler Hu, I have something to ask him."

After finishing speaking, Fu Rong made eye contact, and Fu Rong already understood.

"Yes, ma'am."

As soon as Fu Rong left, the aura hidden in the air got a little closer.

Almost as soon as Fu Rong stepped out of the yard, two poisoned silver needles pierced through the window and directly hit Meng Baiyun's knees.

She calmed down and continued to read and drink tea.

It was as if he had never felt those two silver needles.

It seemed that she was surprised by her slowness, and it seemed that she was not confident whether she had really injected the needle into her knee, and two more silver needles flew in.

Meng Baiyun just put down the book, and as soon as the strength in his hand melted, the two silver needles hit the ground.

Raising her head, her eyes sparkled with strange excitement.

coming.

Although the other party is still hiding in the dark, the location has long been exposed.

Meng Baiyun pressed the spring of the wheelchair, and saw a very thin golden thread hitting a big banyan tree sitting in the house.

The leaves are lush, but they can't stop the golden thread in her hand.

A person flashed down from the tree, hastily avoiding her golden thread.

It was an unfamiliar face with profound inner strength, if it wasn't for the patella made of thin iron on her knee, the two silver needles fired for the first time would have pierced into the bone marrow long ago.

Covering his face with Meng Baiyun, although the man was surprised, he didn't show panic.

She seemed to think that with Meng Baiyun alone and her two unsteady feet, it would be impossible to deal with her.

But she didn't know that there was Furong, a first-class expert.

Fu Rong didn't go far at all, but her martial arts were strong and she was good at hiding her aura. The people on the tree didn't notice it. Seeing her eat the yard, they thought she was gone.

Unexpectedly, almost when she had just despised Meng Baiyun, the strong wind came from behind, hitting the back bone directly.

The palm was too hard to guard against and it was so powerful that she didn't dodge it, she couldn't resist it, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

As for Meng Baiyun in front of her, without giving her a chance to breathe, the golden thread was withdrawn and sent out with internal force, wrapping around her arm.

Just as she was about to struggle, she felt a tingling pain on her wrist. It turned out that the gold thread cut through her clothes and embedded in her skin. The blood slipped down the thread, as if it was stuck in a certain acupuncture point, and her hand was so painful that it was numb.

At the same time, Fu Rong stepped forward and controlled her.

"Ma'am, I got it."

"I tapped the acupuncture point and dragged it in."

"Yes."

Fu Rong clicked on the opponent's acupuncture point and pushed the opponent into it.

That was a woman, who was not born to overwhelm the country or the city, but she had a charm of her own.

Looking in her 30s, wearing a black corset skirt and crowned hair, coupled with the fearless and unruly expression on her face at the moment, she is really a bit of a chivalrous woman.

It's just that the means are too insidious.

Those two silver needles, even if her legs really healed, were enough to make her crippled again in an instant.

Now, unwillingly, that person had his ankle bone removed and was forced to kneel in front of Meng Baiyun. There was a bloodthirsty gleam in Meng Baiyun's eyes.

Lowering his head, he clasped the other person's chin: "I don't know."

The man didn't seem to care, with a very generous expression: "If you want to kill, kill it. I fell into your hands. It's my bad luck, but before I die, I want to ask a question. My first silver needle is missing. You resolve, why you have no response."

"If you want to know, then change one question for another."

"I won't say anything."

"You haven't even listened, how do you know you can't speak."

She smiled, with a depressing treachery in her smile, which made the kneeling woman very uncomfortable.

"Okay, let me listen."

She didn't look into Meng Baiyun's eyes again.

Meng Baiyun tapped the handle of the wheelchair on the left: "Why do you keep staring at my leg? In fact, it can use up my hand, right?"

"Abolition is the same everywhere, as long as it makes you suffer, wouldn't it be more interesting to abolish your legs and turn your hope into despair."

Meng Baiyun nodded thoughtfully, and said with a smile, "I like this answer."

Her appearance made the other party puzzled.

Meng Baiyun then smiled more gently: "I'm done asking, you asked me, hehe, you can ask Hades, Furong."

Furong understands.

Now that Meng Baiyun asked her to kill people, she had long been used to it.

She knew that Meng Baiyun had changed after killing so many princes and sons a while ago.

She didn't dislike Meng Baiyun like this.

There is nothing wrong with being ruthless and less naive.

He slashed his palm and heard the sound of the other party's celestial cover shattering. Meng Baiyun smiled indifferently and bloodthirstyly. Looking at the woman who was slowly falling in front of him, he threw a dagger to Furong: "This face, completely peeled off. Come down, man, and clean up."

"Yes, ma'am."

Meng Baiyun rolled his wheelchair into the room and lifted his skirt.

Under the skirt, there are two legs made of cold and stiff wood and iron.

And on the skirt, two silver needles that were not pierced hung danglingly.

She took a handkerchief and squeezed one, put it between her nose and sniffed it.

It's just ordinary bone powder.

On the contrary, the silver needles are as thin as a hair. When viewed under the sun, each silver needle seems to have delicate holes, like a honeycomb. This kind of craftsmanship is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

And there are only a handful of silversmith shops in Chang'an City that can reach this level.

Fu Rong came back after disposing of the corpse, and brought back a face for Meng Baiyun by the way.

Meng Baiyun is no stranger to the technique of making masks, but he has learned it before but found it extremely cruel, so he never thought that he would use it one day.

Now, she had sent Guigu to deliver the medicinal materials for making the mask a few days earlier.

It was night, she was locked in the room, and the lights in her room were not turned off until late at night.

When she got up early the next morning, she saw a human face lying quietly on the bedside table. The picture was very strange and even a bit gloomy. The previous Meng Baiyun was tough at best but would not sleep with a human face. one night.

Today's Meng Baiyun, even if he is sleeping in the pile of bones, will not make any waves in his heart.

He got up and touched the mask, and called Furong to come in and wash up.

When Fu Rong came in, the mask was lying almost perfectly on Meng Baiyun's dressing table.

She twisted the veil for Meng Baiyun, washed her face, rinsed her mouth again, and said in a low voice, "Madam, do you want this servant to walk around Chang'an City with this face? The mastermind who wants to harm Madam, see The woman hasn't returned for a long time, so someone will definitely be sent out to look for it, and then the servants will take the opportunity to break into them."

Meng Baiyun looked indifferent: "I didn't return all night, but wandered on the street. Didn't I tell the other party that you have a problem?"

Fu Rong hurriedly said: "It's Madam who thinks thoughtfully, that face."

"I'm useful, legs."

When she mentioned the legs, Fu Rong knew that she wanted to install artificial legs.

Pulling off Meng Baiyun's skirt and rolling up her trouser legs, she saw a pair of horrible legs covered with strangle marks, bloodshot, and bruised.

Especially the knee, because the patella is replaced by iron, and the iron rubs against the skin hard, and every night when it is taken off, a layer of skin can be peeled off.

But Meng Baiyun didn't let her pad anything, because any layer of cloth would affect the delicacy of all artificial joints.

Putting on the artificial leg, Meng Baiyun supported the edge of the bed and got up.

This action often consumes a lot of her strength.

Because the moment she got up, she had to rely on the strength of her waist and arms, and she had to keep standing still without shaking.

Compared with the first few days, she is now walking slowly, taking small steps, and she can no longer see anything unusual.

But if you walk fast or if you walk too fast, it is still a problem.

Xiaobu walked to the dressing table, Meng Baiyun looked at the human skin, and told Furong expressionlessly: "Go find a bamboo hat, and tell Butler Hu to prepare the car."

"It's ma'am."

When Fu Rong came back, Meng Baiyun was no longer Meng Baiyun, but pasted on that face and became the assassin of yesterday. The clothes on the face were the same as that of the assassin. He was wearing men's clothing and tied with a man's crown jade hair. .

Now, although he has known the uncanny workmanship for a long time, he is still full of emotion.

Fu Rong's temperament is calm, so naturally she won't show it too much, she just said: "Madam's craftsmanship is really exquisite, Madam, this is the bamboo hat you want, and the carriage is ready."
"You change into my clothes, put on the bamboo hat, go to Yancui Village by car, and come back in the evening." 
It turned out that this bamboo hat was prepared for her.

Furong didn't ask much.

should be."

There must be a reason for Madam to make any arrangements.

After Furong left, Meng Baiyun tucked some beards that he had prepared on his face, and in a daze, he transformed this strange woman's face into a rough bearded man.

(End of this chapter)