On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 1876 Must Die Unpleasantly

Huo Changhe arranged other things and came to see Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu handed him the letter.

"look."

When Huo Changhe saw the letter, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The words on it are straight and horizontal, as if they were printed, and it is impossible to tell who wrote them.

"It seems that this person has been trying to prevent his handwriting from revealing his identity from the very beginning."

Yan Ruyu pointed to one of the characters and said, "This one is the same as the one in Changxu's store."

She was the one who taught Huo Changxu how to do movable type printing in his shop, and she was the one who provided the first batch of type molds, so she knew it very well.

Huo Changhe's eyes were stern: "You mean, this person might be in Changxu's store?"

Yan Ruyu shook her head: "That's not the case, but he must know us very well and is familiar with the movements of Changxu's store. Living body printing is not a difficult task for him."

From the very beginning, Yan Ruyu was mentally prepared that printing technology was only a matter of time, and other bookstores would surely follow suit after a while, which was inevitable.

She didn't think about how long she could reap the benefits from this, nor did she think about the family lasting forever.

This is a good thing that benefits the people. It spreads culture well, prevents people from being ignorant, and is also a good thing that promotes progress.

But she was really surprised that the person behind the scenes actually used this method to write the letter.

"Don't tell Changxu about this first," Yan Ruyu said, "He may know about it, so don't let him worry about it for nothing."

Huo Changhe nodded: "Okay."

After Huo Changhe finished speaking, he glanced at Zhao Laosan.

Zhao Laosan's eyes were rolling around, and it was obvious that he was not being honest.

Huo Changhe clapped his hands, and the guards pushed a woman in.

The woman was wearing a brightly colored dress, with a plump and charming figure and a coquettish look.

Just as he stood firm, another guard came up pushing a woman in white.

This woman has a pretty face. Not extremely beautiful, but very attractive. She has a cool and aloof look.

The third guard brought a woman who was older than the other two. She had slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but she still had charm, unlike the other two.

When the three women arrived and came forward to greet him, Zhao Laosan's eyes flashed with embarrassment and fear. He lowered his head to the ground, wishing he could burrow into the ground.

Yan Ruyu thought this was interesting.

As expected, Huo Changhe said, "Do you three know this man?"

The woman in gorgeous clothes said, "Yes, he is my husband."

The white-clothed woman's eyebrows were slightly cold: "What nonsense are you talking about? He is obviously my husband."

The oldest woman frowned: "You are all his wives, then who am I?"

The three of them looked at each other, and then looked at Zhao Laosan at the same time.

Yan Ruyu opened her eyes slightly. Huo Changhe pulled her to sit down, handed her some tea, peeled nuts for her, and watched the show.

The woman in the erotic dress glared at Zhao Laosan: "Tell me! What's going on? Who are they?"

Before Zhao Laosan could answer, the oldest woman came over and grabbed his ears.

"You are so good, Zhao Laosan, you use the money I earn to support these two monsters, right?"

The woman in white said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense. I haven't spent a penny of his money. I earned all my money myself, and he often asked me for subsidies."

The woman in the brightly-dressed clothes also said, "That's right, I never spent any of his money. My dress and rouge were all bought by myself."

The three of them looked at each other again, their expressions solemn.

The older woman put more force on her hands: "Do you have someone else?"

Zhao Laosan was pinched in pain and kept screaming and gasping.

"Let go, let go!"

"No, there's no one else. I'm too busy with just the three of you."

Yan Ruyu said, "Why don't you three check the time?"

The three women thought this made sense, so they compared the time and found a gap.

Yan Ruyu was not thinking about listening to gossip, but sometimes there is real news in gossip.

For example, this time gap.

Zhao Laosan was hesitant and couldn't explain clearly. Yan Ruyu said sternly, "Someone come here!"

The guards stepped forward and restrained Zhao Laosan.

Yan Ruyu said angrily: "Take off his pants."

The guards did not stop, and Zhao Laosan grabbed the waistband of his pants hard, but it was of no avail.

The trousers were pulled down, revealing the calves and the tattoos on the legs.

Yan Ruyu remembered this pattern. It was on both the ghost eye and the ghost hand.

Anyone who can have this pattern must be extraordinary.

"Zhao Laosan, what else do you have to say?"

Zhao Laosan said with a bitter face: "I...I am really...unjustly accused."

The oldest woman said, "Oh, you deserve it. Who told you not to learn bad things from good people?"

"What do you mean?" Huo Changhe asked.

"Your Highness, Princess, this guy manages such a shabby shop all day long. He doesn't make much money, but he likes to watch the fun when he has nothing to do. He will go wherever there is fun."

"One time he took out a piece of paper with a strange pattern on it. He also bought some paint and said he wanted to find someone to paint the pattern on his legs."

Yan Ruyu narrowed her eyes slightly. It turned out to be not a tattoo?

The woman continued, "I told him not to draw it, and it wasn't pretty, but he insisted on drawing it."

"Within two days, there was something like this on his leg, and he even said that he had hired a famous artist to paint it."

The woman in white said coldly, "Yes, that's what he just told me. However, looking at the painter's painting skills, they are really average."

The woman in the brightly-dressed clothes said, "What are you still talking about painting skills at this time?"

The woman in white looked at her and said, "This is not nonsense, this is a discussion. This person's painting skills are just average."

The woman in the erotic dress wanted to retort, but the older woman shouted, "Come on, what are you arguing about? Is this the point?"

"No wonder you were deceived by this guy."

The woman in the colorful clothes curled her lips: "You were deceived as well."

The woman in white nodded.

Yan Ruyu: "..."

These three are all the same, so no one should blame anyone else.

The three of them were arguing loudly, and Yan Ruyu understood the whole matter by listening to the gossip.

Zhao Laosan doesn't have a mother or children at all. What he said before was because he had no choice but to do it. It was pure nonsense.

Yan Ruyu had no desire to listen to this dishonest scumbag.

He waved his hand lightly.

Huo Changhe understood immediately: "Come here, drag him away and give him thirty lashes first."

Yan Ruyu said coldly: "Less."

"Another thirty strokes."

"not enough."

"Add another twenty military sticks."

Zhao Laosan: “…”

Yan Ruyu was about to speak again when Zhao Laosan shouted, "Don't add any more. If you do, I'll just kill you."

Yan Ruyu gave a short laugh: "Want to die quickly? You're dreaming."

"The scumbag must die, but his death must not be painful."

Huo Changhe waved his hand: "Drag him away."

Just as the guard was about to drag him away, Song Ping came up directly and said, "I'll do it."

He has the best way to deal with this kind of cunning guy.

Song Ping simply twisted Zhao Laosan's hands behind his back. Zhao Laosan screamed in pain and opened his mouth wide.

Song Ping tore off half of his sleeve with one hand and took the opportunity to stuff it into his mouth.

Block his shouting.

Then just drag it out in one go.

Yan Ruyu's eyes lit up: Beautiful!