On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 1917: Doing Bad Things

Ding Hengshou looked at the servants sent by Liu Balang and felt extremely dissatisfied.

No words were spoken for a moment.

The servant's name was Liu Da, Liu Balang's chief steward. Usually, he was the one who conveyed messages between Liu Balang and Ding Hengshou.

Liu Balang seldom comes by himself, firstly to avoid suspicion, and secondly because he is lazy and there is no need.

Liu Da was quite polite at first, but as he came more often and knew that Ding Hengshou also had to rely on his master, he gradually became a little arrogant.

Seeing Ding Hengshou remained silent, Liu Da sipped his tea, raised his eyelids, and asked, "Sir, I want to ask you a question."

Ding Hengshou laughed briefly: "You still know that I am a master. If you didn't call me that, you would almost think you were a servant."

Liu Da was stunned and felt a little guilty, but he had to keep up appearances.

"My Lord, I am asking this on behalf of my master. Don't let this cause such a stir and ruin important matters."

Ding Hengshou gritted his teeth and said, "If something was lost, would I be so reckless? Not only is everything in my house gone, but the warehouse is empty too. Everything is gone."

Liu Da was stunned and stood up. "The warehouse is empty too? Are you kidding?"

"Is this funny? How could I joke about such a thing?" Ding Hengshou said angrily.

Liu Da's face turned pale: "Come on, take me to see it."

When the warehouse door opened and Liu Da saw that it was empty, his legs felt a little weak.

"This...what's going on? Governor Ding, how should I answer the master's questions?"

Ding Hengshou held the door open and said, "That's why I'm chasing the thief all over the city."

"This..." Liu was so angry that he trembled and pointed at the door. "What kind of thief stole this? Tell me, how could he steal something like this?"

"You are so useless! The master entrusted you with such an important task, and you actually..."

Before he could finish his words, Ding Hengshou slapped him in the face.

"Did I give you face? Did I give you face? Feel it, do you have such a big face? You are so bold to dare to scold me for being useless."

Liu Da was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and without saying a word, turned around and left the house to report.

Ding Hengshou calmed down and felt a little regretful. He was afraid that what would happen next would not end well.

Looking up, Liu Jiulang came over.

"What did Lao Ba put here with you?"

Although he was wearing a mask, Governor Dante could still feel his sharp gaze.

There's no point in hiding it any longer.

Governor Ding simply said, "The military rations that were withheld are all here."

Liu Jiulang said angrily, "You... you dare to do such a thing? Now that Liu Da has returned to report the news, what will you do?"

Ding Hengshou said woodenly: "I don't know."

If Liu Balang knew about this, he would definitely be no better than him, no doubt about it.

Liu Jiulang turned his head to look at his subordinates behind him and signaled with his eyes. The subordinates immediately understood and turned away without saying a word.

……

Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe arrived near the boat shop and saw the waiter talking to the shopkeeper in front of the door.

The shopkeeper frowned and the waiter nodded.

The shopkeeper immediately turned around and went into the store.

Not long after, someone came out.

The man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with wheat-colored skin, delicate features, a beard, and a bit of a scholarly air.

But at this moment, he was glaring and looked unhappy, without any trace of his literary air.

Yan Ruyu asked quietly, "Your Highness, can we join in the fun?"

"Okay, let's go."

Follow Liu Balang's carriage all the way to the teahouse we just visited.

The waiter of the teahouse went up to greet him, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was slapped in the face.

"Where is Liu Jiulang? Ask him to come out."

Liu Balang blocked the door and the shopkeeper inside hurried out.

"Eighth Master, please come in and I'll serve you a pot of good tea..."

"I don't have time to argue with you. Let Liu Jiulang come out. I have something to say."

"Eighth Master, please allow me to report. My master is not here..."

Liu Balang's patience was exhausted. He waved his hand and the thugs around him stepped forward to suppress the shopkeeper.

When the people in the teahouse saw this, they were not happy.

Huo Changhe picked up a small stone from the ground and said, "Yu'er, look here."

He flicked his fingertips and the pebble flew out, hitting the shopkeeper's knee.

The shopkeeper was already pinned down, his body leaning forward. Now his knees went numb, and he couldn't stand at all, so he fell forward.

Liu Balang was in front of him, and the two people who were holding him fell towards Liu Balang.

At the same time, Huo Changhe fired another shot, hitting Liu Balang's knee.

His legs went limp and his body swayed.

When the shopkeeper and two thugs rushed towards him, he had no way to dodge.

The four people fell to the ground immediately.

Yan Ruyu pursed her lips and held back, but Huo Changhe continued to move and threw another stone, hitting the horse's butt.

The horse felt pain, neighed, and was frightened. The driver was shocked and quickly reined in the horse.

For a moment, there was chaos at the entrance of the teahouse.

The situation was already tense, and now chaos erupted. Someone shouted, "Hit him!"

In an instant, it was as if a fuse was lit and the two sides started fighting.

Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe smiled at each other. It was quite funny that they did bad things together secretly.

A quarter of an hour later, when Liu Balang came out of the crowd again, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were wrinkled, his face was bruised, and he walked with a limp.

"Liu Jiulang, wait for me."

He climbed into the carriage and drove away.

Yan Ruyu couldn't help but chuckle.

After leaving the teahouse, Yan Ruyu wanted to go back to the inn and wait for news from other people.

When passing through an alley, Huo Changhe paused.

"Yu'er, do you smell anything?"

Yan Ruyu was still thinking about what happened to Liu Balang just now and didn't pay attention. Now that he mentioned it, she smelled it carefully.

"The smell of blood."

The two looked at each other, their eyes fixed on the alley ahead.

I walked over quickly, and the smell of blood became stronger the closer I got.

There were not many people on the street at this time, and even fewer in the alley. There were some miscellaneous items such as piles of firewood and hay in the alley.

Huo Changhe placed his hands on his waist, remaining alert.

Yan Ruyu was also ready to take out the knife at any time.

The two men walked slowly forward, and suddenly saw a figure suddenly jump out from behind a pile of firewood, jump onto the wall, and step onto the roof.

Huo Changhe's hands were faster than his eyes. With a flip of his wrist, a dart was thrown out.

The man was in mid-air and couldn't turn around to dodge, so he was hit right on the shoulder.

He stumbled and fell onto the wall, but he caught himself, leaped twice more, and disappeared from the end.

From beginning to end, I never saw this person's face.

Yan Ruyu was a little annoyed.

Huo Changhe had already reached the firewood pile: "Yu'er, come here."

Yan Ruyu walked over and saw a man lying there with a knife in his throat, blood gushing out of the hole.

He was also stabbed in the chest, staining his clothes.

"Both were fatal wounds. What kind of deep hatred could lead to this?" Huo Changhe said as he examined the body.

Yan Ruyu nodded: "It is indeed rare."

This face is unfamiliar and I don't recognize it.

Yan Ruyu took out her cell phone and took a picture of this person.

They had just arrived and many people didn't recognize them, but Yinding and his team arrived early and asked around for information, so maybe they could recognize them.

"Your Majesty, what should we do with this corpse?"