The Gallant and the Governor Ximen Qing

  Wu Qianhu's hands were as steady and dry as they had been decades ago, the steel knife grasped in his hand, after a few breaths, it was already like an extension of his hand, able to be wielded freely.

  Ximen Qing's few moves of flower fist and embroidered leg, Wu Qianhu thought it was like a clear mirror in his heart, he would definitely not be able to withstand two rounds under his knife; the only worry is the man sitting opposite Ximen Qing drinking wine.

  Although he looked refined and wore a scholar's attire, from the way he held his cup, it was clear that he was just as steady-handed as himself and wouldn't waste an extra ounce of energy.

  Size is quite an expert.

  Wu Qianhu's eyes suddenly narrowed, and several thoughts flashed through his mind. He had come this far, and he couldn't turn back now. Even if it was a god, he would have to kill it to take a look.

  Everyone else knew that he had been a Left Guard Thousand Household, but it was already unknown to anyone that he was a notorious lone thief decades ago.

  Wu Qianhu subconsciously patted his waist, only to find nothing there. It was then that he remembered it had been decades since he last roamed the jianghu, and the once-famous Dark Green Needle had long since rusted away in some unknown place.

  However, in the eyes of a master, flying flowers and falling leaves can all be used as hidden weapons.

  Wu Qianhu crouched down and felt around on the ground, picking up a small stone used for paving, and slowly crept closer to the main hall.

  Thirty Steps!

  Wu Qianhu continued forward.

  Ten steps!

  This was the limit of being unseen, Wu Qianhu's body arched up, like a fine bow gradually being pulled full. The power of his waist, the power of his legs, and the power of his spine were all twisted into one.

  Wu Qianhu flipped his left hand, and the small stone had already flown out of his hand. The target was not Ximen Qing or Jiang Jing in the hall, but a pillar on the left side of the hall.

  A faint "pop".

  Jiang Jing's ears perked up, and he subconsciously glanced at the pillar; meanwhile, Wu Qianhu, who was hiding on the right, shot out like an arrow off a bowstring, with his knife in front and himself behind, directly targeting Ximen Qing, who had not detected anything.

  Five steps! Two steps!

  Wu Qianhu focused on a landing point, concentrated his strength in his right foot, and prepared to use the force of one kick to leap into the air, like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, and kill Ximen Qing with one slash of his knife!

  At this time, Jiang Jing's eyes were still searching in the darkness on the left side of the hall, without turning his head; while Ximen Qing was drinking wine with his head raised, oblivious to everything else.

  "Drink!" Wu Qianhu's right foot stepped down, exhaled loudly, and was about to take off into the air!

  This was not Wu Qianhu intentionally speaking out to remind Ximen Qing, but his whole body's energy was surging and had to be vented, otherwise even if Wu Qianhu succeeded, the stifled breath in his chest would be of no benefit to himself.

  Things have been developing according to Wu Qianhu's idea until now, but what he didn't expect was that as soon as he took a step forward, his foot landed on empty air!

  Damn it!!!!! Just a few more seconds and Ximen Qing will be a ghost under the knife!

  Wu Qianhu also knew that something was wrong, and he must have fallen into Ximen Qing's trap. However, at this moment, all his strength was in his right foot, and as soon as his foot left the ground, his body felt like it was filled with lead and fell straight down. Even if Wu Qianhu wanted to muster up some energy to jump back up, he couldn't.

  Because there is no solid ground under his feet! Wu Qianhu completely can't borrow strength!

  What's even more tragic is that, according to Wu Qianhu's estimate at the time, this pit was a full two zhang deep! Even when Wu Qianhu was young, there was no way he could jump out of a pit two zhang deep.

  What Wu Qianhu didn't expect next was that the bottom of the pit wasn't soft mud or accumulated water, but a piece of wood board that had been polished to a high gloss by countless layers of varnish, and it seemed to have been dismantled from somewhere.

  And it's even slathered with lard!!!!!

  Without any suspense, a "crack" sound was heard, and Wu Qianhu's right leg broke! The pain made him roll around, but soon Wu Qianhu discovered that his whole body was covered in lard, and on this slippery wooden board, he couldn't move at all!

  The carp is struggling! It slipped away halfway through and I couldn't exert any strength at all!

  The mantis turns over! Wu Qianhu worked hard for half a day, but couldn't turn over, and sadly found himself like an overturned turtle that had been turned over by someone. No matter how hard he tried, he was still facing the sky with his belly up.

  Even the steel knife in his hand was lost somewhere during the fight just now.

  "Ximen Qing, I curse your ancestors!!!" Wu Qianhu yelled out in despair at the bottom of the pit.

  This kind of trap is set up, even if it's the Buddha himself, he can't escape!!!

  The torches were lit at the edge of the pit, and Ximen Qing and Jiang Jing smiled as they leaned over to watch Wu Tianhu, who was in a sorry state.

  "Wu Lao Tuo, is it comfortable down there?" Ximen Qing asked with a pleased smile, intentionally asking Wu Qianhu.

  As soon as he stopped, Wu Qianhu realized that his whole body was in agony, especially his broken right foot, which was now even more excruciatingly painful. He couldn't help but let out a loud cry: "Ah... the pain is killing me..."

  Ximen Qing seemed to have gotten a satisfactory answer, nodded: "Good. Old Wu, you just stay down there and take care of yourself, if you need anything like a quilt, just say so. It's very late, tomorrow morning I will invite the county magistrate to come visit you."

  After finishing speaking, a servant from the side brought over a prepared cover and covered the pit mouth, pressing several large stones around it.

  Wu Qianhu saw that he was in this situation, knowing that he could not escape, and being teased by Ximen Qing's three words and two sentences, his heart was so angry that he fainted with a thud.

  Jiang Jing furrowed his brow: "Although this person is around fifty years old, he is agile and quick on his feet. If the Ximen brothers hadn't known about his plan beforehand, they would have likely fallen into his trap."

  "This thing is a bit strange." Ximen Qing also thought for a moment: "It's said that this old Wu has been the left guard commander, with some martial arts skills, nothing strange about it."

  "Throwing stones to ask the way." Jiang Jing spread out his hand, and it was a small stone. He talked about what had just happened: "Looking at his movements again, it seems that only a lone bandit who is used to traveling the world would have that kind of skill."

  Ximen Qing only then realized that he had missed out on many things, but upon further thought, he smiled: "Once you enter the territory of a master, even if you're a tiger, you'll have no way to return."

  "If it's going to be like this, then there's no need to open the court tomorrow. We can just invite the magistrate to come here and take a look."

  Jiang Jing burst out laughing: "Yes, it's not who you are, but if you run into Xi Men Xian Di, you're bound to be unlucky."

  "That's not necessarily true." Ximen Qing smiled mysteriously: "Look at County Magistrate, and you, instead of being unlucky, didn't you both gain benefits?"

  "Right, right, right!" Jiang Jing smiled and said: "As long as they stand with you, they will benefit, but those who oppose you will only have bad luck!"

  The two of them looked at each other and smiled. Xiao Tianqing came over to report, "Master, the person has been caught and is now locked in the woodshed writing a confession."

  "Good." Ximen Qing nodded: "Even if Old Wu bites his teeth and refuses to admit it, with his son's confession, the Wu family is finished."

  Several servants were dispatched to keep watch at different gates, and Ximen Qing and Jiang Jing each returned to their own rooms to rest.

  Xue'er had just fallen into a deep sleep, and felt a cold body stick to her, so she couldn't help but jump up. Turning around, she saw it was Ximen Qing, and hastily stuck her whole body to him, warming him: "Master, is everything taken care of? You're freezing..."

  "It's all settled." Ximen Qing kissed Snowy on the forehead and his hands began to get fresh: "This time Wu's family is done for."

  "What about Wu Yueniang's side? How is Master thinking?" Xue'er pushed away Ximen Qing's lucky claw with a red face and asked hesitantly.

  Ximen Qing furrowed his brow, to be honest, he hadn't really thought about what to do with this matter. Although Wu Yue'e had been secretly eroding the Ximen family's property over the years, and it was a bit embarrassing for him, but no matter what, Ximen Qing still didn't want to throw Wu Yue'e into prison from the bottom of his heart.

  Although he had sent Wu Yue-niang back to her husband with the "Blowing Snow Seven-day Divorce Letter", Ximen Qing still felt a little soft spot in his heart for her. Perhaps it was because he thought that previously, he had turned Wu Yue-niang into an extremely sex-starved and resentful woman?

  Sex harmony, all things prosper. This sentence is actually very reasonable, of course, if you can't understand it, there's a more vulgar version: press against the wall and work hard, your wife will naturally listen to you.

  At least Ximen Qing still doesn't know that Wu Qianhu wants to kill him, it's entirely Wu Yueniang's idea. This has completely exceeded the category of making an effort.

  "When the time comes, give her a hundred strings of cash and let Wu Yue'e live elsewhere." Ximen Qing thought for half a day, muttering to himself.

  Xue'er had a thought, and let out a soft sigh. Just as Xi Menqing was being serious for a little while, he suddenly became lively again. Xue'er immediately felt something hard and hot pressing against her lower abdomen.

  "Master, didn't we already do it once just now?" Xue'er's face was flushed with shame, her small hand grasping the thing that made her both love and fear it, which only made Ximen Qing even more lustful.

  How can a man let go of such a thing with just one sentence "forget it" at this moment?

  "But I've thought of something else now?" Ximen Qing whispered in Xue'er's small ear: "Good Snow, this time Master will teach you a new posture, okay?"

  "It's definitely going to be another embarrassing pose, the old master always has new tricks." Xue Er thought, her small face flushing bright red, and she nodded slightly.

  Under Ximen Qing's enthusiastic direction, Yuxiang was acting coyly and bashfully: "Master, is it like this... right?"

  "All right. That's it." Ximen Qing was enjoying himself: "It would be even better if you went a bit faster."

  What a relief...

  In this embarrassing posture, Xue'er twisted until her waist was sore, and then she softened in a coquettish cry, lying on Ximen Qing's chest, like a little cat. It took half a day for her to come back to her senses: "Master...Xue'er just felt as if she had ascended to heaven."

  "Oh? Then it's my turn now." Ximen Qing flipped over and pressed Snow under him, starting another round of thrusts with his accumulated energy... One should enjoy life to the fullest when things are going well...

  Dark night is endless, sleepless and heartless...