sbdcsierra Chapter 212 My ex-husband who pretends to be gentle?
Chapter 212 My ex-husband who pretends to be gentle?
The county magistrate's tone was somewhat urgent, and Li Xiaoyu did not dare to delay.
She hurried home with the information.
I made a pot of tea and started painting.
Spreading the paper on the table, she was used to reading the information of the wanted criminal five to eight times before starting to draw.
Read it carefully.
She let out a sound, frowned, and looked down at the paper, reading every word carefully.
"Willow-leaf eyes, lazy look, thin lips, and tiger teeth when smiling."
After extracting the important information, Gu Fei's appearance instantly appeared in her mind. She bit the joint of her index finger and tilted her head to look outside the door.
I heard that the rebellion in Lin'an failed...
Thinking of the county magistrate's words, he lowered his head and stared at the description of appearance on the paper.
She bit her lower lip, confused.
He is a cunning person, so his rebellion should not have failed. Could it be someone else in Lin'an State?
Confused, she read the information several times before picking up the charcoal to paint.
An hour passed.
A portrait of a man appeared on the white paper. He had delicate features, deep eyebrows, and a pair of lazy, willow-shaped eyes that were slightly narrow and looked a bit obedient.
His thin lips curled up in a slight arc, revealing a small canine tooth.
Like a beautiful zombie.
It is now the beginning of June and the weather is gradually getting hot. In the afternoon, the wind blows into the main room with a little heat.
It poured down on Li Xiaoyu, shocking her so much that her scalp went numb.
How could it be my pretending to be gentle...ex-husband?
Looking at her ex-husband in the painting, a flash of fear passed through her heart. She stood up suddenly, and without saying a word, she closed the door, took the key, and walked quickly into the city.
As I walked, cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
Is it because Gu Fei left too deep an impression on me, or what?
How could it be him in the drawing?
As she was walking, she suddenly started to run. Aunt Qian wanted to find her to go with him tomorrow so that she wouldn't be a matchmaker. She hurriedly shouted, "Xiao Yu, it's almost time for dinner. Where are you going?"
"Auntie has something to tell you."
Li Xiaoyu knew what she was going to say. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and replied loudly without even turning his head: "I'm busy."
Li Fugui, who was doing carpentry work at home, heard the shout.
He walked to the gate and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a glimpse of Li Xiaoyu's shadow.
He murmured in confusion: "It's almost evening, why is Xiaoyu leaving the village?"
Ding Jing thought of the other secret guards in the village. She touched her belly and walked towards Li Fugui, saying gently, "Xiaoyu knows a little Kung Fu, she will be fine, don't worry."
The two have been married for several months, and Ding Jing is one and a half months pregnant.
Seeing that she was walking very fast, Li Fugui quickly went up to her and put his arms around her waist, his face full of concern.
"You are pregnant, don't walk so fast, take care of yourself."
His wife is really amazing. She looks frail, but she is actually quite strong. She walks very fast, as if she is afraid that she will be caught up if she walks too slowly.
Ding Jing was used to it, she smiled slightly: "Okay."
Li Xiaoyu ran all the way to the city and went straight to the government office, but the bailiff told her that the day after tomorrow was the anniversary of the county magistrate's wife's death.
He went back to visit the graves and won't be back for at least ten days or half a month.
She went to find her legal advisor again, but he was also out for something, which meant that the two backbones of the yamen were not there during this period of time.
Only after hearing what the yamen runner said did Li Xiaoyu react.
No wonder the county magistrate was in a hurry to ask her to draw it. It turned out that he was not in the yamen during this period. She arranged everything in advance and took action when he came back.
I hurried to the city but gained nothing.
She sighed, found a restaurant, had a simple bowl of noodles, and then rented a carriage to return.
She lay on the small couch in the carriage, her hands behind her head, her legs crossed, listening to the sound of the wheels rolling over the smooth road surface.
Every moment of my time with Gu Fei came flooding back to my mind.
She stared at the ceiling of the car, blinked, and her eyes gradually lost focus.
My thoughts go back to the past.
Just as she was lost in her memories, the coachman's slightly urgent voice came from outside: "Whoa..."
At the same time, the carriage suddenly stopped.
Due to inertia, Li Xiaoyu was thrown forward. Before she could extricate herself from her memories, she was thrown directly to the door of the carriage.
She hissed.
He climbed up, rubbing his butt, and was about to yell at the driver.
Unexpectedly, the driver turned around tremblingly, pointed to the roadside, and said to her in panic: "Miss Li..., there...there is a dead person...over there."
Hear him stumbling.
The moment he raised his hand, Li Xiaoyu saw a person lying in the grass.
Judging from his body shape and hairstyle, he should be a man.
He was dressed in black clothes, with his back facing upwards. His features could not be seen, and there was no blood on his clothes. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
"I saw."
She frowned, pulled out a dagger from her waist, held the handle outside the carriage, jumped out of it, and then approached cautiously and cautiously.
When she was ten steps away from the man, she heard a horse neighing behind her.
She turned around and looked.
The driver turned the horse quickly and drove towards the city.
This made her angry, and she yelled angrily: "Xiao Wang, you bastard, why are you running away?"
Li Xiaoyu often rented his carriage, and the two were considered acquaintances.
Xiao Wang pulled the reins, tilted his head, turned back and shouted at her: "Miss Li, I'm afraid I'll have a nightmare. I'll go back and ask the government officials to come over. You wait here for me."
"Wait for nothing, I'm leaving too."
After yelling, she rolled her eyes and walked forward with the dagger in hand.
After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped.
Out of curiosity, she wanted to see what this person looked like when he died.
To prevent this person from pretending to die, she jumped up and hit her twice. She took out a packet of poison powder from the small bag on her waist and broke off a long and thick branch nearby.
Then walk back.
Holding the poison powder and dagger in one hand, he used the other to poke the man's shoulder with a branch.
Evening came and the sun set.
The sunset glowed on the earth, making the shadows of the trees shrouded in scorching light and shadows appear tall and slender, falling on Li Xiaoyu.
She pushed the man with force and turned him around.
The next moment, a familiar yet slightly unfamiliar face suddenly came into her sight.
Her pupils suddenly shrank, her hands went limp, and everything in her hands fell to the ground. Her mouth opened, and her upper and lower lips trembled uncontrollably.
"Gu...Gu Fei!"
There was a tremor in the voice that she didn't even notice.
There was no light or shadow where he was, making his bloodless face as white as the snow on the mountain top. Li Xiaoyu's heart shook violently as if it was hit by a stone.
Without thinking, she picked up the dagger and poison and put them away, then rushed forward and dragged the man up.
As she ran, the shadows in the sunlight disappeared.
Sometimes she sits in the shadows holding the man, and her trembling hands keep patting the man's face.
"Gu Fei, wake up..."
She slapped her hand on the man's face, and her skin felt like it was being bitten by ants.
It itches so much that it seems to be causing blisters.
I checked his breath and found that he was still breathing.
A pair of anxious eyes scanned Gu Fei's body back and forth, and saw that his clothes were not torn and there was no knife wound.
She wasn't a doctor, so she couldn't tell what was wrong with him.
He took a deep breath, carried the man on his back, gritted his teeth, and took one step at a time.
I carried him around the back mountain and then went home along the path behind the mountain.