The powerful minister's palm is reborn

Chapter 53 What is the means?

Bai Qingyin looked at Mrs. Yan, with a smug look in her eyes, and said, "Yesterday I went to the Salesian Bureau, and they sent me off."

"Auntie, do you know?" Bai Qingyin looked at Madam Yan and praised excitedly, "They are really amazing!"

Bai Qingyin pointed to Song Ning and Song Che, and praised without hesitation: "Fang Lin and the others also made embroidered bags for their two brothers and sisters."

She showed her embroidered bag in front of Mrs. Yan, and proudly said: "Theirs are not as good-looking as mine."

In half a month, they can embroider simple purses.

As long as they study hard, they can rely on this craft to support themselves, and their life will be more exciting.

"They are still a group of children, with ingenuity and ingenuity. They learn faster than ordinary people." Mrs. Yan replied.

Madam Yan looked at Bai Qingyin and asked in a low voice, "But it's not right! Didn't you say that Master Zhang didn't want to teach those children from the Salesian Bureau?"

"The capital is so big, but we still can't find a skilled embroidery master!" Bai Qingyin asked back.

Madam Yan frowned, puzzled!

Song Ning said: "Master Zhang...doesn't want to teach them...Master Zhang's mother...knew about it...took Master Zhang by the ear...brought him to...beautiful sister...slapped him... pause."

As he said that, Song Ning pointed to his butt: "It's all broken here."

"That's what he should, the dog's eyes look down on people!" Madam Yan scolded mercilessly.

Song Ning nodded: "Auntie is right."

Song Che continued: "That's how his mother scolded him."

Madam Yan watched the two sing together, her eyes filled with relief: "You two are much more cheerful."

He also speaks more fluently than before.

It was only then that Bai Qingyin realized that Song Ning and Song Che had changed a lot.

"It is Zhang Yueling's mother who teaches embroidery to the children of the Salesian Bureau, and she takes her son to teach them the skills." Bai Qingyin replied.

Madam Yan couldn't help but praised: "It was the son's arrogance, but the mother understands the general situation and the righteousness. It is also a blessing for those children."

"Yes, now Mother Zhang often goes to the Salesian Bureau to take care of their lives." Bai Qingyin leaned on Madam Yan's shoulder and whispered.

Song Ning immediately took over the words: "The pretty sister entrusted her to take care of her."

The pretty sister took care of her and her brother, and took care of them.

Pretty sister is the best.

Madam Yan looked at Bai Qingyin who was lying on her shoulder, and whispered: "Girl, you have really grown up."

I have been following her all the time, but I didn't notice the slightest change, but the past few days have given her too much shock.

The little girl in her eyes has been helping those around her in her own way.

Holding the embroidered bag in her hand, Bai Qingyin whispered in her heart: Brother Jingmo, I'm here, wait for me.

Madam Yan hugged Bai Qingyin in her arms and said in a low voice, "Girl, there is still a long way to go, so sleep for a while."

In the future, I will walk slowly with you.

Chengzhou Dam
Sheng Jingmo piled the stones in his hand on the embankment bridge and looked to the south.

He seemed to hear someone calling his name.

"General, drink some water after you've been tired all day!" A woman came to Sheng Jingmo and handed over the water bottle.

Sheng Jingmo concealed the doubt in his eyes, bent down and took the water from the river to wash his hands, and then turned to pick up the kettle.

The hand that offered the water bottle was clean and fair, with neatly manicured nails.

Sheng Jingmo raised his eyes to look at the woman, with an old face and clothes covered in mud, a darkness flashed in his eyes.

He raised his hand to strangle the visitor's neck, pinched the woman's chin with his left hand and removed the woman's chin. The pure internal force traveled through the woman's whole body, abolished her meridians, held down her head and poured it into the reservoir: "Courage Not small."

Before the woman could react, the water bottle in her hand fell to the ground, and was immediately poured into the water. She wanted to struggle but her tendons were exhausted and she couldn't use any strength, and she wanted to speak but couldn't.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Fan immediately stepped forward: "My lord, what's the matter?"

A human skin mask was floating on the water, and he picked up the kettle on the ground, with a trace of killing intent in his eyes: "Damn it, you dare to poison the general."

"The general is building a dam, which is related to the life and death of the people. How dare you start at this time?"

"General, give her to me. I will make her life worse than death." Cheng Fan stepped forward, picked up the man with one hand, and dragged him to the temporary tent.

Sheng Jingmo looked at the person who was being dragged, and stepped forward to follow.

He needs to find out about this matter.

The common people who helped behind saw the scene in front of them, their noses were sore and their eye sockets were warm.

Who the hell is he, and why did he hurt the general?

Temporary garrison tents were set up for disaster relief, and a tent was specially reserved for prisoners.

The woman was taken to the tent by Cheng Fan and thrown on the ground, she immediately sat up and looked around.

All kinds of torture instruments were hung around the tent, and the five torture racks were full of people, each of which was bruised and bruised.

Cheng Fan pinched her mouth to check whether there was any poison in her mouth.

After the inspection, Cheng Fan took her chin back and said, "Say, who sent you here?"

There is no possession of drugs, not a dead man, this kind of spineless person is the best to deal with.

When the woman saw such a torture room, she was terrified in her heart, she didn't dare to look around, let alone look at Cheng Fan.

She thought she was just killing someone, but she was seen through before she did it.

She shouldn't have come to assassinate Sheng Jingmo ignorantly.

Cheng Fan looked at the woman on the ground, with a sneer in his eyes: "You bastard!"

"Brush." ​​Sheng Jingmo stepped into the execution room.

Cheng Fan stood up immediately: "General."

Sheng Jingmo sat down, glanced lightly at the people in the torture room, and said in a deep voice, "I've kept you all this time for the purpose of executing the sentence together."

He was assassinated nine times along the way, and three times his subordinates were more aggressive. The assassins were killed on the spot, leaving only six.

Six people gathered today, it's time to find out everything.

"I won't say anything." The middle-aged man who was caught first refused sharply: "Come on, you have the ability to kill me!"

Sheng Jingmo looked at the person on the rack in front of him, his eyes were cold, and he asked softly: "You have been tortured for a few days, how can I continue to execute you and do useless work?"

The words were very soft and soft, but the tone was as cold as the twelfth lunar month, which made people feel chills down the spine and tremble in the bottom of their hearts.

Cheng Fan tied the woman to the spare Xing frame with a smug look in his eyes, and while he was wearing the shackles, he asked, "Do you know why you have to eat and drink for you and keep you until now?"

Several people looked up at Cheng Fan, with fear and despair in their eyes.

They came from different places, received different missions, and did not know each other, but Sheng Jingmo treated them in exactly the same way.

A few people were silent, and they didn't even have the courage to raise their eyes.

Sheng Jingmo glanced at Cheng Fan: "Go and bring people in."

"Yes." Cheng Fan took the order, and when he stepped out of the gate of the camp, he turned his head and glanced at everyone, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, and smiled strangely: "What is the means for me to let you see and see?"

(End of this chapter)