Was he supposed to start a massacre?
The innkeeper couldn't help but slap his thigh as he spoke.
How infuriating!
Ji Yunshu understood his difficulties. She looked at Zhao Qing, who was standing below.
She pointed, "Then who is he?"
"That's the Second Master of the Gaoshan Gang."
"Gaoshan Gang?"
"Yes!"
Hence, the innkeeper told her everything he knew about the Gaoshan Gang in detail.
Ji Yunshu listened briefly.
"That means the First Master and Second Master have always been on bad terms?"
"Yes, they've been fighting to the death since a year ago."
She nodded.
Understood!
She had a rough idea.
Actually, she wasn't interested in Zhao Qing. She just wanted to know what was going on so that it would be easier for her to get things done.
After all, Jing Rong and the people below were bound to fight to the death if they continued like this. Blood was bound to be spilled.
An idea came to her, "Innkeeper, do you want your inn to return to how it used to be?"
Return to how it used to be?
"Young Master, do you mean that those people won't come here anymore?"
"Hm?"
The innkeeper was excited, "If that's the case, my entire family will thank you."
"But, you have to help me with something."
"Please speak, Young Master."
Ji Yunshu whispered a few words into his ear.
The innkeeper was shocked, but quickly nodded and went to prepare.
Ji Yunshu went into her room to retrieve some things and was about to go downstairs.
But alas —
Mo Ruo suddenly appeared in front of her, still holding a wine flask. He leaned against the railing on the second floor, looking drunkenly at the situation below, then downed a mouthful of wine.
"You won't be able to solve the problem if you go down now. Don't worry, Jing Rong is here."
"Do you want him to kill?" Ji Yunshu questioned.
Mo Ruo smiled, "Sometimes, I have no other choice."
"But he's not Prince Yi!"
That's why he couldn't solve the problem by killing people like Prince Yi.
Mo Ruo's heart skipped a beat, and he stopped pouring wine into his mouth. However, after a moment, he laughed and said, "Yes, Jing Rong is not Prince Yi. That path is not for him to walk."
Mo Ru stepped aside and allowed Ji Yunshu to leave.
Today, Jing Rong's men had killed so many people from the Gaoshan Gang. That kind of behavior was completely Jing Yi's doing, but Jing Rong had issued a kill order today. Unknowingly, Ji Yunshu began to worry.
She was worried that Jing Rong would become Jing Yi!
As soon as Ji Yunshu went down, Lang Po noticed her.
"Teacher Ji?"
Jing Rong immediately turned around. When he saw her coming down, he immediately scolded, "Get up."
However, she did not listen to him. Instead, she walked over.
Zhao Qing looked at her curiously.
This little scholar had soft skin and tender flesh!
Like a woman.
When Ji Yunshu walked over, Jing Rong forcefully grabbed her wrist.
"I'll say it again. Go up."
Ji Yunshu looked at him with her clear and calm eyes. "You're not in charge of suppressing the bandits. Don't dirty your hands."
"…"
She walked around him and stood in front of Zhao Qing.
Her fearless eyes met Zhao Qing's curious gaze. She smiled faintly and said,
"There's a small inn in the forest between the mountains. Passersby still have a place to stay. It's everyone's fortune to have a roof over their heads. Second Master brought your men here and broke their roof tiles and bricks. They don't dare to drink water, enter a house, or rest their feet. This is everyone's fear. Second Master, why don't you do a good deed? Treat it as an extravagant wish for the passersby to have a good night's sleep so that they can continue their journey tomorrow."
Ji Yunshu enunciated each and every word without the slightest pause.
Of course, such genteel words were farts to the bandits!
But Zhao Qing understood, and patiently listened to her until the end.
"So, among you, there are not only martial artists and lackeys, but also a little scholar. Your words are so genteel and pleasant to the ears. This Lord likes it very much. However, this Lord is not leaving today. What roof tiles and bricks? What a good night's sleep? It's all bullshit. Here, I, Zhao Qing, am in charge. I am the law."
Ji Yunshu smiled. "The Great Lin, from Beiliang to the north, Yi City to the west, Pass to the east, and Guan Jiang to the south, are all under the jurisdiction of the Great Lin's laws. Everything must be done according to the law."
"Law? Don't talk to me about the law. If the imperial court had the ability, they would have sent someone long ago."
"So, Second Master really doesn't want to leave?"
"Do you have the ability to do so?"
Provocation!
Ji Yunshu was extremely calm.
However, compared to Ji Yunshu, Jing Rong was impatient and wanted to step forward.
Suddenly —
Someone in the crowd shouted, "It's so itchy!"
"Yeah, it's so itchy! My whole body is itchy!"
"My hands are red, there are so many red spots."
…
A cacophony of voices could be heard.
Soon, even Zhao Qing's body started to itch. He furrowed his brows and started scratching at his arms. When he pulled up his sleeves, he discovered that there were many red spots on his body as well.
"How did this happen?" Zhao Qing asked.
Apart from Ji Yunshu, Jing Rong, and the guards, all the other guards started to itch.
They scratched very hard!
Jing Rong moved closer to Ji Yunshu and asked, "How did this happen?"
"I asked the innkeeper to pour the powder into the white wine soaked grass, then ignite it and scatter it on the first floor. Anyone who comes in contact with it will feel itchy and swollen all over."
"Why didn't I notice?"
"Because the white wine soaked grass is tasteless and formless after it burns."
"Then why didn't we experience this?"
"Because when I came down, I scattered some ginger water on you, Lang Po, and the other guards. That's why we're fine."
This woman, she's amazing!
Jing Rong couldn't help but admire her!
The two of them chatted happily with each other, but Zhao Qing's temper became irritable because of the itchiness all over his body.
He questioned Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong, "What did you do?"
Ji Yunshu replied, "This is a type of poison. Once you come in contact with it, it will seep into your bones. If it's mild, it will be unbearably itchy. If it's severe, your skin will fester and you'll become a walking corpse."
"You …"
"But this illness isn't incurable."
Zhao Qing heard this, "Give me the antidote."
He stretched out his hand!
Ji Yunshu ignored him.
Instead, she said, "I can give you the antidote, but you have to promise me one thing."
Eh?
Zhao Qing was shocked.
He clutched at his own body, "What is it?"
"From today onwards, you're not allowed to come to this inn."
"What if I don't agree?"
"Then you and your subordinates will feel unbearably itchy. In the end, you might not be able to bear it and die."
It was a blatant threat!
Zhao Qing wasn't Zhao Huai. Seeing his brothers in such pain, he couldn't bear to argue with Ji Yunshu for the sake of his pride and pride.
As the saying goes, a man must know when to yield and when to stand tall.
"Alright, bring me the antidote."
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