Yang Wuhui was not worried about the White Lotus Sect, because the court would naturally find a way to deal with it.
It's just that Mr. Gongsun's daughter wants to take his own life, so you still have to be careful about this.
Mr. Gongsun's daughter was able to compete with Zhan Yirong's father, Nan Xia Zhan Zhao, but Yang Wuhui was quite worried.
Thinking about it, she shouldn't take the initiative to kill herself!
In any case, she founded the White Lotus Sect and was also the leader of the sect. As long as he did not go to the Jiangnan area, Yang Wuhui did not believe that she would go to the capital or Luzhou to kill him.
Yang Wuhui put aside these things and asked Zhan Yirong, "By the way, Yirong, where do you live now?"
Zhan Yirong replied: "I arrived in the evening and had already checked into the Donglai Inn. I also went to the academy to look for you. The people in the academy said that you have been doing red sleeves almost all these days. I thought it was those people who slandered your reputation. . The result is good. If you really linger in a place like this, if Mr. Bao learns that his only direct disciple has such a moral character, he will probably open up the coffin board and clean up the door. "
Yang Wuhui said: "No way, I came to Hongxiu for the case."
Zhan Yirong showed curiosity: "Case?"
Yang Wuhui nodded, and when Zhan Yirong asked him to tell him what happened, Yang Wuhui said, "Let's go to your inn and tell him!"
After hearing this, Zhan Yirong also nodded.
Indeed, it is not appropriate to continue chatting here.
When Yang Wuhui and Zhan Yirong arrived at Donglai Inn, and after entering the room, Zhan Yirong immediately asked: "Tell me, what is the case!"
When Yang Wuhui finished speaking, Zhan Yirong showed a hint of emotion.
Soon, she also thought of something.
"No, even if Luliu's murder had nothing to do with Wang Qingping, does it mean that if he treats his wife like a dog, no one can punish him?"
Yang Wuhui said helplessly: "There are no relevant provisions in the laws of the Song Dynasty, so Wang Qingping will probably be released after a court trial!"
Zhan Yirong slapped the table so hard that she almost hit the teacup and teapot.
She said fiercely: "Damn it, you stinky men have abused women without any punishment at all. What kind of world is this!"
Yang Wuhui didn't answer. Zhan Yirong's punch must have taken twenty years of skill.
But what she said is correct. In such a feudal society, it seems to be a matter of course that women have no human rights.
In fact, in Yang Wuhui's view, everyone should be equal.
Of course, this is just a good wish.
Even in the previous life, people were not divided into three, six or nine levels.
Seeing Yang Wuhui not answering, Zhan Yirong asked: "What should Madam Zhao do? Although he was not involved in the murder, she is Wang Qingping's first wife after all. If Wang Qingping does not die, then Madam Zhao will continue suffer?"
Yang Wuhui said confidently: "Tomorrow, I will let Wang Qingping voluntarily make peace with Madam Zhao."
Zhan Yirong looked surprised and said curiously: "Tell me about it!"
Yang Wuhui smiled and said, "You can just watch it tomorrow!"
Zhan Yi looked dissatisfied: "Tsk, you're trying to be mysterious, just like Mr. Bao!"
Yang Wuhui touched his nose. Are he exactly the same as his mentor?
Maybe they are exactly the same. Who makes me his only direct disciple?
Well, why did you start touching your nose?
Is it possible that touching your nose can still be contagious?
Yang Wuhui stood up, thought of something, and asked Zhan Yirong.
"Where will I sleep tonight?"
Zhan Yirong smiled and said: "This heroine is informal, so naturally you sleep in the same room as me. Don't worry, I won't dislike you."
Yang Wuhui turned around and left, and replied after leaving the door: "Forget it, I'd better book another room! Although you don't dislike me, I dislike you!"
After saying that, Yang Wuhui left quickly.
Zhan Yirong was holding a cup frantically, and when he was about to throw it towards the door, he let go.
Then, there was laughter like silver bells.
Yang Wuhui asked for a room right next door to Zhan Yirong.
Then he entered the room and had a good sleep.
In the more than two years since he came to Luzhou, Yang Wuhui had never slept so peacefully. Even in Hong Xiuzhao, Yang Wuhui was sometimes awake and sometimes confused.
Maybe there was Zhan Yirong beside him, and Yang Wuhui believed that she would protect him.
That night, Yang Wuhui had another dream.
Still by the river, Yang Wuhui saw a woman.
Yang Wuhui learned the lesson this time and did not take the initiative to pat the woman on the shoulder. Instead, he called her "girl."
When the woman turned around, there was no such terrifying scene as before, but a gentle smile on her face.
Yang Wuhui woke up instantly, then pinched his nose.
Yang Wuhui broke away, stood up and sat on the bed, looked at Zhan Yirong and frowned, "No, how did you get in?"
Zhan Yirong replied innocently: "The door was not closed, so I came in!"
I believed you!
Yang Wuhui sneered and said, "Yes, you came in with the door open, not through the window."
Zhan Yirong was not surprised. If Yang Wuhui couldn't guess it, she would have to suspect that this person was impersonated by others.
Zhan Yirong pulled Yang Wuhui and said: "Let's go, let's go see Wang Qingping now. I want to see how you can make Wang Qingping willingly reconcile with Madam Zhao!"
Yang Wuhui said helplessly: "Can you let me put on some clothes?"
Zhan Yirong let go of his hand, then held it with both hands and looked at Yang Wuhui.
Yang Wuhui felt sad, but he was helpless.
After putting on his clothes, Yang Wuhui checked out of the room, but Zhan Yirong's room was not checked out.
Then the two of them had another bowl of porridge at the stall, and the two buns went to the government office.
Zhan Yirong ate three, and was naturally teased by Yang Wuhui again.
But Zhan Yirong didn't care at all. She was a martial arts practitioner, and martial arts practitioners would eat more than ordinary people, let alone a weak person like Yang Wuhui.
But Zhan Yirong's figure is perfect, so she won't become obese just because she eats too much, and she also moves a lot.
The two of them arrived at the government office, and Qin Shaoan was waiting anxiously at the door of the government office.
Yang Wuhui walked up to Qin Shaoan and asked, "Qin Shaotou, you look sad, what's wrong with you?"
When Qin Shaoan saw Yang Wuhui, he ouched: "Brother Wuhui, you are finally back. I went to find you this morning, and my brothers told me that you went out alone late last night. I thought you were going to Hongxiu again. I did, but I went to Hongxiu Zhao to look for you, but Miss Xiaodie told me that you went last night, but left soon after, and did not go to see Mrs. Xiangjun. I thought something had happened to you!"
Yang Wuhui smiled, but he didn't expect that Qin Shaoan actually cared about him.
Zhan Yirong on the side couldn't help it anymore: "No, who is Miss Xiaodie you just mentioned, and who is Lady Xiangjun?"
Yang Wuhui quickly covered it up: "These people are all friends of Capt. Qin and me, right, Capt. Qin!"
Qin Shaoan nodded in agreement, and then turned his attention to the heroic Zhan Yirong.
"Brother Wugui, who is this?"
