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The old servant glanced at the bailiffs again and turned back to look at Fishy with clear eyes. The words that he wanted to say got stuck in his throat before he swallowed them down.

"Young lady, that is a shameful illness." The old slave's lips moved for a long time before he finally said those words.

"Shame? Flower Willow? "Smallpox?" Fishy didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what she said.

The old servant embarrassedly clenched his hands into fists, put them to his lips, and coughed lightly. He then looked at Ye Jiumei with an uneasy look in the corner of his eyes.

"Flower Willow." The old servant's voice was like a mosquito's, he was puzzled by the two's relationship.

"What does that have to do with your Mr. Medicine?" Night Nine didn't understand.

The old servant sighed to himself. This person seemed smart, how could he not know about the affairs of the world? " What else? If Mister Yao died just like that, the Prefect would have no choice but to do so. But now that Mister Yao is alive and well, but his son is dead, it's all because of Mister Yao. "

The more the old servant spoke, the angrier he got, and his voice rose unknowingly.

"You old fool, what are you talking about?" After the leader had eaten his fill, he wiped his mouth and walked over menacingly.

"I just have nothing better to do and I'm just gossiping." Xiaoyu looked at the leader with a smile.

The leader glanced at Xiaoyu and didn't say anything else. Facing such a beauty, who would have the heart to reprimand her?

"Let's go." Even after eating his fill, he still didn't leave. He was waiting for the money to come to an end.

The little leader took the lead and walked towards the yamen.

Only then did Princess Golden Bell stand up. "Let's go take a look."

This little fish was always causing trouble for Nine. She hated her to death, but she couldn't do anything about it.

The large group headed towards the government office in a formidable array, attracting countless curious gazes along the way.

When he arrived at the entrance of the market, he saw that there were a lot of people there. When the old servant saw that, his face changed greatly, suddenly pushing aside the bailiff who was escorting him, he rushed forward and mournfully shouted, "Master, Rui is here, wait for Rui."

"Caishikou." Fishy muttered, her expression changing.

In the ancient times, when the killing gods and horses had nothing to do, they would always be at the entrance to the market.

"Little Jiu, quick, keep the man under your knife." Xiaoyu was only good at this, he wouldn't order his subordinates to do anything without permission. Although it would be troublesome if he asked Night Nine for instructions on everything, it couldn't be wrong to go by etiquette.

"Don't worry, it's not even noon yet. It's fine." Nine Nights comforted Little Fishy. She naturally did not understand that these people who were beheaded were all dead. Thus, in order to not let their ghosts get into trouble, they would be executed at the peak of their Yang energy at noon.

A mournful wail came from inside, and a bad premonition rose up in Night Nine's heart. She turned around and ordered, "Fifteen, protect Little Fishy well, you two push me in."

"I …" Fishy opened her mouth to say something, but was stopped by a glare from Night Nine. She could only obediently stand there.

There were people opening a path in front of them. Although there were many people squeezing in, they still quickly reached the center.

Six pounds of courage was very small. When he saw the scene inside, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

XII immediately stretched out his hand to block Night Nine's eyes.

Night Demon reached out her hand and pulled down the hand that had blocked his eyes.

The people surrounding him watched silently. Yao Chen kept his right hand on his fingers while the old servant jumped on top of him. A few bailiffs went up to him and pulled him up, but they didn't know where he got all his strength from, but they couldn't do anything about it.

"My fellow villagers, you all know what kind of person my husband is. Please, I beg you, please say a word to my husband." The old servant's head kowtowed to the ground, but he didn't dare to leave Yao Meng Chen's body. He was afraid that the servant would continue to torture him, so he searched the crowd anxiously.

"After so many years, in order to save the big guy, my family's master was bitten by a poisonous snake, attacked by fierce beasts, sucked in the miasma, and sunk into the swamp. Tears streamed down the old servant's face. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and tore off the clothes on the back of Mister Yao.

The wounds on Mr. Yao's back were mended incorrectly, and in some places it seemed as if there were only bones left.

"Fellow villagers, look. Didn't Mr. Yao do enough for everyone? Look at these scars, they were left behind just for everyone to gather medicinal herbs. " His husband had risked his life for the sake of the commoners who didn't have the money to treat their illnesses, just for the sake of their illnesses. But now, his husband was in trouble, and no one was willing to help him.

Night Nine sighed. As a royal family, although they hated corrupt officials, they also hated this stupid and weak commoner. If it weren't for their indulgence, why would corrupt officials become more and more rampant?

She took a step forward and was just about to speak when she heard a shaky old voice: "Honorable Prefect, Mister Yao is of noble character, he would never do something as if he did not care for human life."

The Prefect's face darkened when he heard this. Why would a doctor treat human life as grass? This person who called him Mister Yao was actually secretly mocking him for treating human life as grass.

Just as the Prefect was about to lose his temper, a chorus of voices sounded from below. He slapped the wooden log in alarm. "Come, bring me this person who incites trouble from the common people."

The voice coughed twice. "There's no need for any officials to take action, I'll go up myself."

An old man with a walking stick came out of the crowd. When the Prefect saw him, his face paled and he stood up with difficulty. He clasped his hands and said, "Old mister, why have you come?"

The old man paused the walking stick in his hand. "Mister Yao, you risked your life to save this old man's life. I don't have anything else, I still have one more."

As the old man finished speaking, he looked at the surrounding people with a dignified gaze. Everyone lowered their heads in shame. Yao Meng Chen had been practicing medicine here for over 30 years, which family in the city hadn't received his favor?

"Little brother, I am unable to support myself. I saw you being tortured before my eyes, and I feel guilty in my heart." The old man slowly walked to Yao Meng Chen's side and squatted down. It would have been great if he had arrived earlier.

The Prefect coughed awkwardly and looked at his Grand Master.

The Grand Master walked forward. This old man had been teaching all his life, and the officials who left the city were basically his students. Seeing that there was no influence, even the ground trembled when he spoke, "Old man …"

The Grand Master had only said three words when his next words were drowned out by the crowd's furious roars, "Release Mister Yao! Release Mister Yao!"

The commoners raised their right hands and shouted loudly.

When there was one, there would be two. In the end, the crowd became furious and formed a wave of anger. The magistrate looked at the crowd and unconsciously shrunk back. He was a government official, so how could he be afraid of these stupid commoners?

"What are you arguing about? It is only natural and right to kill someone to repay their life. " The Prefect opened his stomach and glared at the mouse.

After a short period of silence, the Prefect was just about to feel pleased with himself when he heard a voice even louder than the previous one.

"Old master, what should we do?" Looking at the excited crowd of commoners, the bailiffs panicked.

"What are you panicking for? Didn't the sky not collapse? " The Prefect hit the yamen runner's hat, and the hat covered the yamen runner's eyes. The yamen runner hurriedly lifted the hat.

"What an honest and clean Prefect!" Night Nine finally spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear in the excited crowd.

The crowd opened up a path, and the old servant was relieved. He knew that noblemen like them were not willing to meddle in other people's business, but if he were to interfere, then there would definitely be a chance of survival.

Night Nine looked at the bloody scene, secretly glad that she didn't call Xiaoyu along. Otherwise, she would feel guilty and remorseful.

"Twelve, wrap those fingers under the ground and send them to the capital as fast as you can."

Nightmare spoke without batting an eyelid.

When the Prefect came out, he was so frightened that he fell to his knees, trembling like a sieve. When he heard the sound of the finger being delivered to the capital, he collapsed on the ground.