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

The streets suddenly became lively.

The servants surrounded Han Heming and hit him with their fists. Han Heming didn't take these thugs seriously at all.

He twisted left and right while holding Sanwa in his arms. The servants' fists could not hit him at all. Instead, the servants were beaten black and blue by him.

"What should we do, Master? We can't defeat him."

A servant was frightened by Han Heming's beating, and ran to the man with his mouth covered. The man kicked the servant in anger.

"What a useless piece of trash, let me do it."

As the man spoke, he pushed the servant away and was about to go up and beat the man himself, but he only took two steps before he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Killing, killing."

Someone in the crowd shouted, and many onlookers followed suit and started shouting.

"It was him. They killed my young master."

The man's servant suddenly pointed at Song Yanzhi and the others.

Hey, you should provide evidence when you speak. It is obvious that your young master is closer to you. If you ask me, it is you who secretly murdered your master.

Song Yanzhi really wanted to complain.

"The official is here."

Someone shouted this, and a team of patrolling yamen runners came over here.

"what happened?"

When the yamen head saw a group of people gathered here, a majestic voice rang out outside the crowd.

Soon, the onlookers made way for the patrolling yamen runners.

"Yayi Wang, this man killed our young master."

The servant's panicked expression subsided when he saw the yamen runners coming.

"Someone, arrest him."

Wang, the yamen runner, never dragged his feet when doing things. With a wave of his hand, he ordered other yamen runners to come and arrest Han Heming.

"I didn't kill him. You should ask a coroner or a doctor to check whether he is dead or unconscious."

Han Heming remained calm and did not panic because of the servant's instructions.

Wang, the yamen runner, glanced at Han Heming.

"Go and get the coroner and the doctor."

Song Yanzhi found it funny. This Wang Yayi seemed like an NPC. As long as he was given an order, he would follow it and do things.

The coroner and the doctor arrived quickly, and both examined the fallen man.

"Master Lin fainted because he overindulged himself and his body became exhausted. He will be fine after two days of rest."

The coroner and the doctor gave the answer at the same time, which successfully silenced the servant.

"No one has come yet to carry the young master back home," he said awkwardly as he directed people to carry the man on the ground away.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

Wang, the yamen runner, bowed to Han Heming apologetically.

"Nothing, but does the yamen boss know the man who just fell to the ground? I wonder who he is?"

Han Heming took advantage of Wang Yatou's guilt and asked him about the identity of the man who had just fallen to the ground. He wanted to tease his wife, so he should find out the identity of that man.

"He is the only son of our county magistrate. If you have any conflicts with him, it is better to stay away from him."

Wang the yamen runner kindly reminded him.

Lin Langlang, the county magistrate's only son, is a playboy. Whenever he sees a beautiful young lady or wife, he will do whatever it takes to get her into his house.

But in this Lin'an City, his father is the local tyrant, and everyone dares to be angry but not to speak out.

This man and his wife are both good-looking, and Young Master Lin has taken a fancy to them. I'm afraid they will be in danger in the future.

"Thank you for the reminder, Yatou."

After this incident, seeing that it was getting late, Han Heming took his wife and children and prepared to return home.

Inside the county government office, a servant walked stealthily towards the backyard and finally entered a small courtyard.

"Miss, it didn't work out."

He knelt in front of Wang Miaomiao and replied in a low voice.

"What's going on? What happened?"

Logically speaking, she had planned everything out. Han Heming would be beaten to death by Lin Langlang, and his wife would also be ruined by Lin Langlang.

In this way, it can be considered as revenge for her brother.

"Master Lin, he fainted."

The servant told Wang Miaomiao what had happened.

"What a waste."

Wang Miaomiao cursed inwardly.

"Then start the second plan."

She ordered the servant.

"Yes"

When Han Heming drove the carriage out of the city, the wind and snow became stronger and the sky had completely darkened. Fortunately, there were snow mirrors so he could see the road clearly.

Song Yanzhi and the children went shopping all day and bought a lot of things. They were all tired now.

She and her children fell asleep in the carriage.

The road was silent, with only the sound of horse hooves and wheels turning.

At this moment, this sound actually makes people feel hypnotic.

Han Heming was driving the carriage, looking energetic. He often went up the mountain to hunt, and he didn't know how many miles he had to walk a day. For him, going shopping was easy and he didn't feel tired at all.

Looking at the familiar road and thinking that home will be just over the next hill, I feel more energetic.

However, when he looked at the group of men in black standing in front of him, his brows slightly frowned. Why was it so unsafe to go out?

"I opened this mountain and planted this tree. If you want to pass this way, leave me money for the passage."

The man in black at the front was tall and fat, weighing more than 200 pounds. He stood in the middle of the road, blocking half of it.

"How much do you want?"

Han Heming wanted to give his wife and children who were sleeping in the carriage a chance to sleep, so he thought that as long as the price was reasonable, he would give it to them.

"Give me all the silver you have."

The bandit leader was delighted to see the other side cooperate so well. It seemed that they had met a sucker. In that case, there was no need to waste their time and energy.

"Is five taels of silver enough?"

Han Heming felt a little distressed because his family's money was not easy to earn, so he should spend less if possible.

"Are you kidding grandpa?"

The bandit leader was very unhappy because this person was making fun of him.

"No, my family is run by my wife, and I only have this much silver."

Han Hemin's face turned slightly red, and he felt a little embarrassed. After all, being henpecked was something he could do, but he couldn't say it. Saying it out loud would always be a loss of face for a man.

"Then don't blame me for being rude, brothers. Come on, everyone."

As he spoke, he swung the big knife in his hand towards Han Hemin. Han Heming's expression was cold.

He had never heard of bandits in this place. He had been back and forth along this road several times and had never seen any bandits. If these people were bandits, he would walk with his head upside down.

He flicked the whip and drove the carriage forward, while the whip in his hand was already swinging towards the flying bandits.

Screams were heard and a group of people fell down. However, there were more men in black rushing towards them, and he swung the whip in his hand left and right to block them.

After a while, he had already received many knife wounds on his body. These people's martial arts were more powerful than he had imagined. They were determined to kill him.