Fang Chen's cruelty was beyond everyone's imagination. In his heart, there was probably no concept of gratitude or reward, but only indifference, selfishness and animality.

When unprepared good encounters pure evil, beauty appears so vulnerable.

After he was taken to confess his guilt and was taken down, Yan Jiao said to Magistrate Wang with a dark face: "I want to write to the saint, and ask for a punishment."

This person's cruel method and despicable behavior are unimaginable, and he has no regrets when things come to an end. It is more serious than the "Orange-red serial attack case" she handled before. If it is not strictly handled, not to mention that the two innocent and innocent old people who died in vain will die with their eyes open, even these people will inevitably be unable to sleep or eat.

Magistrate Wang nodded and said, "The subordinate officials have this intention. If they do not understand the punishment of the canon, no one will dare to be kind again in the future."

He paused and said, "There is another thing for the senior official, I want to hear what the adults mean."

Yan Jiao nodded, "But it's okay."

Magistrate Wang grinded his teeth in a vague way, but he said unhappily: "The lower official wants to pull this person out to parade in the streets and show it to the public."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Jiao nodded neatly and praised: "Okay, that's it."

Even if he was sentenced to death in the future, what if he was sentenced to death? Such a scum is not worth jealous of death, so he had to parade the streets and let him bear the anger from the people.

Magistrate Wang didn't expect that she should be so happy, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Sir Xie, let's make arrangements now!"

After saying that, he turned around and left, his slightly hunched back could not wait.

He was originally from the imperial examination and was born with a close relationship with Xing Xiucai. He also liked that the other party was tolerant and kind, and it was rare that he was about the same age as his own... But now, Xing Xiucai is dead! A scholar's model was killed by someone's kindness and revenge. How could he bear it?

Yan Jiao did not delay. He wrote the whole story of the case clearly that day, sealed the memorials, and sent 400 miles to the capital to rush to the capital.

This is the first time she has written a memorial.

I used to read Pang Mu's writing seemed quite simple, but when I really got to my hands, I realized what it means to see flowers is easy to embroider and embroider: I must be realistic and emotional, put myself in my shoes, and think about it. If I were a saint, would I agree with my minister's request...

The saint has not been punished yet. The reason is that he is too cruel, but she must agree.

Yan Jiao bit his lip gently, thought for a while, and wrote an additional letter to Shao Liyuan for the sake of safety.

When it comes to the twists and turns, this immediate boss is the ancestor.

By the time he finished his work, the moon was already on the top, and there were only the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves and the sound of insects coming and going. However, the scene of Xing Xiucai and his wife tragically died, and Fang Chen's shameless face kept rolling, which made Yan Jiao feel excited and sleepless.

If you can't solve the case, you're anxious;

But now the case is solved and I am angry!

Even though the case was revealed, the deceased could never survive again... Thinking of this, Yan Jiao felt that there seemed to be a blazing fire in his chest, and there was nowhere to be released, and he was so angry that he was so angry that he was blown up.

"for you."

A hand suddenly hangs under the eaves in front of me, and a slender piece of paper was still stuck at the fingertips.

Yan Jiao raised his hand to take it, "Did you reply?"

Xiao Liu's voice came from the roof, "I've been back a long time ago, but I saw that you were so busy that you didn't even have time to eat, and the atmosphere was not right, so I probably didn't have the intention to look at this."

"Thank you." Yan Jiao sighed fiercely and carefully stretched out the note.

Under the slightly shaking candlelight, the three big characters "I miss you" danced like dragons and phoenixes, as arrogant as the owner of the handwriting. When I was about to look closely, it seemed like there was a little bit of grievance about staying behind.

Yan Jiao was stunned, and then laughed out loud.

Speaking of which, at the beginning, what she wanted to pass on to Pang Mu was just these three words? After going around, she was back.

This sudden heart was like a fire in winter, as if it suddenly made her heart feel soft and warm again by Fang Chen's perverted stimulation. Yan Jiao suddenly felt a little spirited and spread the paper again./

There have been countless things happening in just a few days since she came out. She had thousands of words to say, but she could really mention it.

I don’t know how long it took, but the rain had not diminished, but the streets outside gradually came on the lights, and the raindrops that were falling from the sky turned into bright ones.

Qi Yuan sighed silently before he was about to speak, but suddenly he found that his adult body was tensing suddenly, and then he rushed out the next moment.

While he was stunned, the sound of horse hooves came faintly from the distant streets, and Qi Yuan couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

Good, sir, when did you have the ability to listen to old pictures?

Under the night lights of thousands of families, two horses, one white and one gray, ran quickly at the end of the road, and Yan Jiao was the leader.

She saw Pang Mu from a distance, and her nervous and anxious heart seemed to have found peace in an instant.

"The sky is vast!"

She couldn't help but shout, and then saw the man rushing forward with an umbrella and picking her off the horse's back.

"It's raining so hard, I don't know if I'm hiding or leaving again. Are you stupid?" Her whole body was soaked, and Pang Mu began to feel distressed before he could even be happy.

Yan Jiao smiled and squinted his eyes, opened his mouth and swallowed a mouthful of rain, but he didn't care.

She held Pang Mu's face and said seriously: "Somehow, I just think you are waiting for me, so I will come back with Xiao Ba first."

Xu Qian and A Miao are both little girls, and they may not be able to stand the rainy days, so they found a nearby station to rest with Xiao Liu, and she and Xiao Ba went first.

Pang Mu's whole stomach was blocked by her brilliant smile in his throat. He didn't care much about it and kissed her red and beautiful mouth hard, hugged her like a silly rush into the yamen.

When he went home, his wife was back!

Although it was summer, the night rain was quite cool. Pang Musheng was afraid that Yan would get cold, so he immediately asked someone to burn the bath water.

Yan Jiao didn't dare to be careless, so he soaked it hard, drank the red date and ginger soup and sweated. Then he changed into clean clothes, and ordered a big towel and a warm stove to bake his hair.

After she finished taking a shower, Pang Mu was holding a big tray to deliver the meal. The two of them ate two big bowls of hot bone soup noodles with a drizzle outside, and they ate two bowls of hot bone soup noodles one by one.

"Oh, it's so late," Yan Jiao, who had eaten and drunk enough, suddenly came back to his senses, "I don't have time to pay my respects to the old lady today."

"Mom should go to bed. Why are you doing this leisurely?" Pang Mu said carelessly, "You are tired for a day. Come on, come and go to bed quickly."

Come and sleep...

Yan Jiao saw that he had found a spare bedding and shook open to the floor under the bed. He was stunned, "You are going to work on the floor here tonight?"

"The outsiders have prepared everything, no one will know." Pang Mu nodded happily, suddenly sighed a long time, and then looked at her straight, and the friendship in his eyes was almost flowing out with the light. "I miss you so much. I just want to take a few more glances."

He paused and said, "Or I would definitely not be able to help but come over and slid the windows at night."

Yan Jiao's heart was soft, "But it rained, it was so cool on the ground."

She watched with her own eyes that some unspeakable expectation and instigation gradually emerge in Pang Mu's eyes, so she immediately changed her words, stepped over him quickly and turned over to the bed, completing a series of actions such as lying down and lying down to cover the quilt and putting the tent on the tent.

"Good night."

Pang Mu: “…”

Can't be settled!

It was a pity that Yan Jiao was awakened by a thunderous sound of lightning in the middle of the night. She was stunned for a moment before slowly remembering that she had gone home. Then she remembered that there seemed to be someone lying on the ground.

Thunder...

The scene where the man was waiting for her in the rain seemed to pass by her in front of her, and suddenly she felt a little unbearable.

"Tian Kuo?"

Yan Jiao was confused and shouted in a low voice.

The big man did not agree, but the number of turns of the situation suddenly increased, and from time to time he was accompanied by a sleepy voice with a stiff acting skills.

Yan Jiao laughed so much that he simply opened the tent and said laughingly: "What am I talking about? How old is it? Is it too busy to rush to the floor? Is it cold? Is it tide?"

Mr. Pang said that he was asleep, and turned over again, leaving her with a back of his head with grievance in the dark shadow.

Yan Jiao laughed out loud, looked at his big bed that was 1.5 meters tall, and he shrank in helplessly, and gently patted the edge of the bed, "This uncle, if he is awake, I will."

Before he finished speaking, the one who pretended to be asleep in his lower head had already jumped up, with an unimaginable speed.

When Yan Jiao came to his senses, he found that he had arrived in Pang Mu's arms. The man's whole body was warm, like a big warmer, and his face was burnt.

She was about to speak, but when Pang Mu breathed a long sigh, she whispered, "Apride?"

"Um?"

Pang Mu opened his eyes in the dark and looked at the person who was so close to him, and his heart was almost overflowing with satisfaction.

He lowered his head and rubbed the other person's neck, sighing happily: "It's so good."

Yan Jiao's heart suddenly became soft.

She gently patted her big hand that was holding her waist and said softly: "Go to sleep."
Chapter completed!