The delicate boy I picked up after traveling through the book is a big devil

Ji Xinglang ordered his men to buy things, and then looked at Su He beside Song Yu.

"You..." He raised his hand and pointed at Su He.

"He was just sent by my family to protect me." Song Yu explained.

He was afraid that Ji Xinglang would be dissatisfied with him because of Su He's recent intervention.

Ji Xinglang did not listen to Song Yu's explanation, but said, "Come here, take him back to the dungeon."

Without waiting for Song Yu to refuse, Ji Xinglang said, "You will be my wife in the future. You don't need him to protect you."

Song Yu hesitated, and finally whispered in Su He's ear: "Don't act rashly, I will act according to the situation, don't worry."

Su He was taken away, and Song Yu was invited back to the yard.

The movement outside is in full swing.

Everyone's face was in high spirits because of the evening party.

Song Yu returned to the room and paced back and forth in front of the window. She had a preliminary plan in her mind.

Taking advantage of the banquet to poison someone would give her a 10% better chance of success. She had originally planned to implement this plan tomorrow, but the situation was urgent and she had to move forward with it.

But now that it's ahead of schedule, he needs another thing, a panoramic defense map of the stronghold.

Only in this way could they kidnap Ji Xinglang and leave safely, otherwise two fists would be no match for four hands.

Even if they could only restrain Ji Xinglang, they might not be able to get out.

But now, she has no help, is isolated and helpless, and all her plans are empty talk.

"Miss Lu, I'm here to bring you breakfast." There was a knock on the door.

Song Yu walked over and opened it.

A thin boy stood at the door carrying a lunch box.

The boy delivered all the meals these days.

Song Yu stared at the boy, thought for a moment, and said, "You've been bringing me food these days, and I don't even know your name?"

"My name is Ergou." The boy replied.

Song Yu asked, "Are your parents still alive?"

Ergou didn't say anything, so Song Yu asked again, "Do you want to go down the mountain?"

Ergou suddenly looked up, his eyes met Song Yu's, and then he lowered his head in panic.

Seeing this, Song Yu had an idea: "How old were you when you went up the mountain?"

Ergou was silent, and Song Yu was not in a hurry. He just looked at him, waiting for his answer.

Finally, he replied: "Eight years old."

Song Yu asked, "How old are you this year?"

Ergou replied: "Fourteen."

"Do you know what bandits do?" Song Yu asked.

Er Gou didn't answer, so Song Yu continued, "Are you willing to go down the mountain?"

This time, Ergou slowly raised his head, looked at Song Yu and said, "The boss knows how to kill people."

Song Yu asked, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

Ergou's face turned pale, and then he shook his head in panic: "No, no, I didn't kill anyone."

Song Yu said, "If you can go down the mountain, would you like to come with me?"

"Follow, follow you." Ergou's eyes were full of surprise.

Song Yu nodded. But Ergou immediately shook his head in fear and said, "You can't leave."

Song Yu looked at his expression and guessed that someone must have escaped before and suffered a miserable fate after being caught. He might have seen it.

"If you don't leave, you will become like them, killing people and robbing them. Do you really want to live that kind of life?" Song Yu looked into his eyes and coaxed him step by step.

"No, I don't want to. I don't want to." Ergou's body swayed.

Song Yu grabbed his wrist and said, "Then resist. If you don't want to accept your fate, you must resist."

"Resist!" Ergou looked dazed.

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Ji Xinglang moved quickly. As the sky grew darker, red silk was hung everywhere in the village.

A wedding is very simple. It is actually just an excuse for people to get together to eat and drink. It is more of a celebration than a wedding.

Song Yu didn't even change into wedding clothes. She was called a fake wife, but it was just that Ji Xinglang had a sudden crush on her.

Whether it is about her appearance or her identity, these are only temporary.

One day, Ji Xinglang's feelings for him fade, and Song Yu will be just an object that he can abandon at any time.

A thief is a thief.

Song Yu was asked to leave. The village was brightly lit. In the square, Ji Xinglang sat on a high platform, looking down at Song Yu. He stretched out his hand and said, "Come here!"

In an instant, everyone started to make a noise and there was an uproar.

Song Yu looked calm as he walked towards Ji Xinglang step by step.

He went up to the platform and stood before him.

Ji Xinglang grabbed her hand and Song Yu was forced to sit next to him.

Ji Xinglang put one hand around her waist and lifted her chin with the other. He looked at her in the firelight and said, "You are indeed different from other women."

Song Yu asked: "What's the difference?"

Ji Xinglang said, "If it were another woman, she would have panicked in this situation, but you are so calm."

Song Yu said, "I'm panicking too."

Ji Xinglang suddenly moved closer, and Song Yu subconsciously leaned back.

Ji Xinglang wiped her face and whispered in her ear: "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that your assassination attempt on me will fail?"

Song Yu's heart seemed to skip a beat, but she remained calm: "What are you talking about? I don't have that ability."

Ji Xinglang said, "You don't have it, but the man next to you does. You want to poison me and take advantage of the chaos to have him kidnap me, then steal my stronghold defense map and escape together."

The more Song Yu listened, the darker his expression became. He knew that Ji Xinglang knew his plan very well.

Ji Xinglang was very satisfied with Song Yu's expression at the moment. He straightened up and clapped his hands. A thin boy stood out from the crowd, and Song Yu's eyes trembled slightly.

"Ergou, you have done a great job. From now on, I will allow you to stay with me." Ji Xinglang said to the boy below.

"Thank you, boss." Ergou knelt down and kowtowed.

Song Yu stiffened. Ji Xinglang lifted the wine glass in front of him and placed it to Song Yu's lips, saying, "Come, Madam, have a drink with your husband."

Song Yu pursed her lips. Seeing this, Ji Xinglang said, "Don't worry, the wine is not poisonous, because the poison is already in the stomach of the man who wants to protect you."

"You..." Song Yu just said one word, and the spicy white wine was poured into his mouth: "Cough cough cough cough..."

Song Yu coughed violently.

Ji Xinglang took the wine glass that Song Yu had drunk from, poured himself a glass, and drank it in one gulp.

After Song Yu finally calmed down, he said, "You don't have to wait for Lu Shangbai to come with the soldiers. He can't come."

"You, what did you do?" Song Yu asked with a gloomy face.

Ji Xinglang said, "It's nothing. I'm just worried that the road is rough and Lu Shangbai might get lost, so I sent someone to protect him. If anything bad happens, it's better to be prepared."

"Didn't you want to let him go from the beginning?" Song Yu asked.

Ji Xinglang said lazily: "After all, I am taking money from others and helping them to eliminate disasters."

"Lu Shangbai can also give you money." Song Yu said.

Ji Xinglang said, "But I've already taken the money. It's a matter of ethics and morality."

"Oh, even bandits have moral principles." Song Yu's words were full of sarcasm.

Ji Xinglang said, "Who says it's not? I find it quite ironic myself."

"No one forced you to do this." Song Yu couldn't help but rolled his eyes. Ji Xinglang's tone sounded as if he was quite aggrieved.