[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

She ran back to her room and took out a crossbow. She had mentioned the crossbow one time that she could play with it, so Han Heming had someone make it for her for self-defense.

Of course she didn't know how to use a crossbow. She liked shooting in her previous life, so the crossbow was not difficult for her. She practiced twice and got the hang of it.

When she ran out again with a crossbow, Han Heming was already injured, with a huge sword wound on his right arm.

"Han Heming."

She shouted, and Han Heming dodged to the side. The arrow in her hand flew out, and the man who was fighting with Han Heming was shot in the leg.

Song Yanzhi's accuracy has always been good.

The man who was shot by an arrow immediately showed anger on his face.

"How dare you hurt me? You're looking for death."

Before he finished speaking, he was about to fly towards Song Yanzhi, but with Han Heming around, he was destined not to hurt Song Yanzhi.

Han Heming blocked him and the two started fighting again.

His leg was injured and his movements were not as agile, so Han Heming quickly gained the upper hand.

Seeing that the knife in Han Heming's hand was about to pierce his chest, the man raised his hand and sprinkled a bag of white powder at Han Heming.

Han Heming immediately held his breath, but still managed to inhale a little. He felt dizzy, and before he regained consciousness, he threw the knife in the direction the man was running.

The crossbow in Song Yanzhi's hand was faster. She shot two arrows in succession, and only two "plop" sounds were heard.

"Han Heming..."

Song Yanzhi picked up Han Heming who was lying on the ground and shouted.

The man who was usually full of energy fell into Song Yanzhi's arms without answering.

Song Yanzhi raised her crossbow and shot two more arrows at the man who fell to the ground at the same time as her.

She shot these two arrows for no other reason than to target the man's hands and feet and prevent him from using poison again.

She ejaculated on both the man's hands, and then pinned the man's hands to the sides of his thighs.

"Give me the antidote."

She walked towards the man step by step.

"There is no antidote."

The man's hands and feet were shot by Song Yanzhi, and he was stabbed in the back by Han Heming. He was unable to move and could only glare at Song Yanzhi hatefully.

"No antidote? Okay, okay..."

Song Yanzhi pulled out the knife from his back and stabbed the man in the chest again. Blood spurted out and sprayed all over Song Yanzhi's face and body. She didn't care at all. She wiped her face with her sleeve and was about to draw the knife again.

When the man saw that the originally delicate and petite girl was smiling at him like a ghost from hell, he felt like he was almost scared to death.

This woman doesn't seem to have any martial arts skills, so how come she is even more ruthless than the people in the martial arts world?

"I said, can you let me go?"

When Song Yanzhi was about to stab him a second time, the man compromised.

"Where?"

After Song Yanzhi finished speaking, she stabbed the man again.

The man felt like he was about to become a hole. This woman, he didn't play by the rules. Didn't he only stab her if she didn't answer?

How come this woman stabbed him again just when they were discussing the terms? Would he be stabbed to death by this woman if he spoke a little slower?

She is so cruel.

"Don't pierce it, it's on my waist, the one with the blue porcelain bottle."

The man didn't bother to negotiate and quickly told the location of the antidote. He was really afraid of this woman and was afraid that if he was slow, he would die.

Song Yanzhi did as she was told and took out a porcelain bottle with three pills in it. She decisively poured out one and stuffed it into the man's mouth.

"It's not poisonous, it's an antidote."

The man lying on the ground rolled his eyes helplessly. This woman must be from the underworld. How come she knows so much about this?

Seeing that he was indeed fine, Song Yanzhi poured the pill into Han Heming's mouth.

It took only a moment after taking the pill for Han Heming to slowly wake up?

"Why don't you get out of here? Are you ready to stay for dinner?"

Song Yanzhi pulled out the arrow from the man's body, and the man used his hands and feet to crawl out of the Han family's yard.

"My lady is so brave."

Han Heming half-sat on the ground, looking at the many bloody holes on the escaping man's body, and teased with a smile.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir."

Song Yanzhi smiled and carried Han Heming back to the room. Han Heming was still injured and needed to apply some gold medicine first.

Wang Furen, who was outside the yard, was still waiting for the man to come in and avenge him. When he saw the man coming out in a mess, he couldn't help but curse. A vicious look flashed in the man's eyes, but he didn't answer.

The man was afraid of Song Yanzhi, but that didn't mean he was afraid of Wang Furen. Wang Furen was cursing happily when he felt something enter his mouth. He swallowed it with a gulp and couldn't speak anymore.

At that time, Wang Furen returned home, but died of illness at home within three days.

Mrs. Wang looked at the man lying on the bed without a breath, and thought of her son who had been sleeping in the house for a long time. She cried and got on the carriage and went to the county government office.

"Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Miaomiao, the county magistrate's twenty-eighth concubine, looked at Madam Wang, who was wearing plain clothes and crying bitterly, and a trace of impatience flashed across her face.

Her sister-in-law was the most stingy. She often came to her, her younger sister, to make decisions for her in order to help her brother take more concubines.

She didn't think about it. As a younger sister, how could she interfere in her brother's bedroom affairs? Even if she wanted to, she was still a concubine. Could she really tell her brother not to take a concubine?

"Sister, your brother...your brother..."

"Sister-in-law, my brother is already quite old, so what's wrong with him taking in a few concubines? You are the legal wife, so don't bother with them."

Wang Miaomiao didn't wait for Madam Wang to finish her words. She waved her sleeves and interrupted her with an impatient look on her face.

After hearing what her sister-in-law said, Mrs. Wang almost couldn't cry. Her husband, Wang Furen, had taken countless concubines in his life. She had argued with him, but he never changed.

Not only that, she was also required to serve her parents-in-law, do housework, watch him being affectionate with another woman, and raise his children with another woman.

When she was young, she had no idea how many times she had gotten angry, and in the eyes of the Wang family, she was looked upon with jealousy.

In this case, the man died a good death. After his death, all the family property was in her hands, and there was also a son born to another woman who had been unconscious for a long time lying in the house.

What a magical day this is.

Mrs. Wang thought about it and gave up the idea of ​​needing Wang Miaomiao to lend her brother a house.

She picked up a handkerchief and wiped her tears. She didn't tell Wang Miaomiao that her brother had been murdered. She just went home and handled Wang Furen's funeral.

He also dismissed all of Wang Furen's women and lived a life of wealth and leisure.

As the county magistrate's concubine, Wang Miaomiao couldn't leave the house easily because the county magistrate's wife was still alive. If Mrs. Wang hadn't told her, she would have had no idea that her brother was dead.

Wang Furen's death did not cause any ripples at all.

It was several months later when Wang Miaomiao learned of her brother's death.