The Evil Mistress's Killing Crazy Daily

Needless to say, Yin Xiaorou was worried about the tumbler.

Hua Kanchen kept his eyes open and was waiting for his money.

He felt strange. According to past experience, Ma Guangrong should have delivered the money to him before the third watch. But today, he didn't know what happened. He waited until the fourth watch, but still didn't get any news from Ma Guangrong...

Could it be that something went wrong suddenly?

Thinking of this, Hua Kariomi could no longer sit still.

He quickly put on his clothes and stood up. He quietly left the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion through the back door, leading his horse.

Then he rode his horse all the way to Elm Alley near Ma Guangrong's home. From a distance, he saw two motionless black shadows struggling stiffly under the elm tree...

Feeling something was wrong, he quickly drew his sword and looked around vigilantly.

After making sure that there was no one around, he rode his horse forward and took a closer look at the two dark shadows.

Sure enough, the man in the dark shadow, dressed in brocade, covered in blood, kneeling above with his neck twisted, was none other than Ma Guangrong whom he was looking for!

"Master Ma!"

Hua Kariomi was startled and quickly got off his horse.

He reached out his hand to Ma Guangrong's neck and found that the blood in his body had already run cold. Hua Kanchen did not continue to waste his time, but immediately reached for Ma Guangrong's collar.

When he noticed that his clothes were disheveled and there was nothing in his arms, Hua Karichen's heart sank suddenly. He quickly looked around and began to search hurriedly.

But after searching inch by inch in the moonlight for a long time and turning the entire Elm Alley upside down, he still found nothing.

Seeing that it was almost dawn, he had no choice but to get on his horse.

He hesitated for a while as he looked in the direction of the Ma family, then turned his horse around, but ultimately did not go over to report the news...

It wasn't because Ma Guangrong had left and the tea had been forgotten that he didn't want to report the news. The key point was that it was the middle of the night, before dawn, and he came alone to look for Ma Guangrong. It would be difficult to explain to His Majesty...

Rather than arousing His Majesty's suspicion, it would be better to leave immediately.

Anyway, when it gets light later and more people come and go, they will naturally know the situation here and report it to the Ma family...

At the same time, the Ma family.

Song Qingci sat on a chair, holding the empty medicine bottle in his sleeve with his fingers, waiting for the hangover tea on the table all night.

She had made sufficient preparations for this night.

She was prepared for her child to lose both parents, she was prepared for her parents to lose their daughter, and she was also prepared to fight to the death with Ma Guangrong.

Anyway, her children are sensible, her parents still have a son, and she doesn’t want to live anymore…

Song Qingci thought this over and over again, rehearsing the scene of himself killing Ma Guangrong over and over in his mind.

In the end, she herself couldn't count how many times she had killed Ma Guangrong in her heart. Suddenly, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the door, and a maid walked in panic, "Madam, the... the master was assassinated, he is gone..."

"what?"

Song Qingci was sitting in a chair in a daze. Hearing this, he didn't react for a moment, "What did you say?"

"Ma'am, don't be sad..."

"I'm not……"

Song Qingci was about to say that she was not sad, but when she realized that something was wrong, she quickly stopped talking.

Then she stood up suddenly and "accidentally" pushed the hangover soup in front of her to the ground. Then she realized it belatedly and said in shock: "What did you say! The uncle is gone!"

"Ah."

Seeing Song Qingci's big reaction, the little maid was shocked and nodded quickly.

She opened her mouth, thinking about how to comfort him. But at this moment, Song Qingci walked up to her with a "sad" face, took her hand and said, "Come on, take me over to see what's going on, make sure we don't make a mistake..."

"Madam, you'd better not go. It's quite scary..."

"No, I must go!"

Song Qingci's eyes were firm.

She had to see Ma Guangrong dead with her own eyes, otherwise she couldn't sleep.

"Okay, okay..."

Seeing that Song Qingci was so determined, the little maid had no choice but to gather a few other maids and help Song Qingci to Elm Lane.

Elm Lane.

Xu Wanchou received the report from the police and knew the situation was urgent, so he rushed over early.

He and several coroners took out the token from the tumbler's hand and were busy discussing the circumstances before Ma Guangrong's death when Song Qingci happened to walk over.

"Mrs. Song, why are you here?"

Seeing Song Qingci coming from afar, Xu Wanchou felt worried.

Unwilling to see the painful scenes and desperate eyes of the deceased's family members crying, making a scene, and hanging themselves, he sighed, hurriedly stepped forward to stop them, and tactfully advised: "Madam Song, before Lord Ma died, he had a fierce fight with the villains, and a lot of blood was shed on his body. His face must be a little hideous. It is better for you not to step forward for the time being.

Let’s wait until the coroners have finished their examination and the undertaker has described Lord Ma’s appearance as slightly restored, and then we’ll talk about it…”

"Do not."

Song Qingci shook his head to reject Xu Wanchou's kindness and walked up to Ma Guangrong with determination.

Facing Ma Guangrong's ferocious and violent face, she nodded, and finally breathed a sigh of relief...

"Mrs. Song?"

Seeing Song Qingci tightly holding his wrist and staring at Ma Guangrong's dazed face, Xu Wanchou felt strange, "Are you okay?"

"No."

Song Qingci shook his head.

Realizing that her reaction might not be normal, she didn't dare to say much. She only said a few official words such as hoping to find the murderer as soon as possible, and then left the scene in a hurry, with a sad face and full of joy...

Fengtian Temple.

When Jun Yiguang learned of Ma Guangrong's death, he immediately slammed the table in anger, "What? Ma Guangrong is dead? How did he die? When?"

"Return to Your Majesty..."

Upon hearing this, Xu Wanchou quickly stepped out and replied, "Your Majesty, Lord Ma should have died in the early hours of this morning, ambushed by an assassin."

"assassin?"

Hearing the word "assassin", Jun Yiguang frowned in dissatisfaction, "Why another assassin?"

He glanced majestically at the officials of His Highness, paused, and then his eyes fell on Xu Wanchou. He said in a deep voice, "Lord Xu, are there too many assassins in the capital recently? Hmm?

Didn't you, the Dali Temple, just kill a group of assassins in Jinxiu Pavilion a while ago? Why are there another group here?

Humph, I even killed your Dali Temple Minister.

You Dali Temple are really capable..."

"Your Majesty, calm down."

Xu Wanchou was shocked and quickly knelt down to apologize, explaining in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, you don't know..."