Rushuang's face changed instantly, and she stepped over with a big strode, grabbed the table and lifted it up.

"Um?"

It couldn't be lifted up.

Yang Ming pressed one hand on the table, held the wine glass to his mouth with the other hand, and smiled and said, "Even if Miss Rushuang doesn't want to drink with me, she doesn't need to turn over the table."

Rushuang shouted, "Don't drink!"

But she was too late. Yang Ming had already drunk the wine with a "sigh" sound, and said in surprise: "No, I spent all my money, I can't drink a glass of wine? I turned up the table and didn't let the drink. What do you want to do?"

"Wine... the wine is poisonous, hurry up and see the doctor." Rushuang said anxiously. She was kind-hearted and didn't want an innocent person to die because of herself.

Zhao Wuji killed Taipingtian, and several generals of the country blamed him on the Beggars' Sect. At the same time, he plotted against the leader of the Beggars' Sect, which was Rushuang's father.

Rushuang disguised herself as a Qing Gong today to kill Zhao Wuji.

Just now, she heard the sound outside the door and thought it was Zhao Wuji who came, so she hurriedly dispersed the heartbroken into the wine. Her original intention was to plot against Zhao Wuji, but in the end, Yang Ming who came.

"Miss Rushuang, you must be teasing me." Yang Ming smiled and said, "Even if you want me to leave, there is no need to use such an excuse."

Rushuang showed anxiety on her face, and reached out to pull Yang Ming, saying, "I really didn't lie to you. The wine is indeed poisonous. You should go see the doctor quickly. If it's too late, it will be too late."

Yang Mingwen was as strong as Mount Tai, motionless and said, "So what if it is poisonous? As long as it is Miss Rushuang's wine, even if it is poisonous, I will drink it willingly."

After saying that, he let out a "sigh" and took another drink.

"It's over, it's over." Rushuang said uneasyly: "Buncai's toxicity is very strong, and one cup can kill people, and two cups of gods are hard to save. Now it's too late to find a doctor..."

"It's really like...uh."

When Yang Ming was halfway through his speech, his face suddenly changed. He covered his stomach with his hands, and sweat was overflowing on his forehead. His face was twisted and he said in a trembling voice: "It's really poisonous!"

Rushuang hurried over to support him and said, "I told you that I can't drink it. You have to drink it. Now it's too late to say anything. What else do you have to explain to you and do it. I will definitely help you complete it."

"I can't die so wrongly. Can you tell me why I poisoned myself in the wine?" Yang Ming leaned against Rushuang's arms and said with difficulty, his voice low and hoarse, very weak.

"This... OK." Rushuang sighed and said, "Since you are about to die, I will tell you. In fact, the person I want to kill is not you, but Zhao Wuji who came from the capital. Zhao Wuji killed my father and did all the bad things. He also blamed us Beggars' Sect. I had an irreconcilable grudge with him. Not long ago, we got news. Zhao Wuji would come to Yihongyuan today, and I pretended to be Ling Ji to wait for him. However, Zhao Wuji's martial arts are very powerful, and we can't fight him. Because of his impatience, he had to poison him in the wine, but he ended up killing your life."

"This...it's not your fault...you have already reminded me...I'm...I'm unlucky." Yang Ming's voice intermittently, as if he was about to die at any time.

"Hey, for the sake of Zhao Wuji, I have killed an innocent life. If I don't kill Zhao Wuji, I will not be a human being." Rushuang said hatefully, looking at Yang Ming's pale face, and said, "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

"I can... die in the arms of Rushuang...Miss Rushuang...I'm worth it...I'm worth it...I have only the last... one request...Rushuang..." Yang Ming's eyes closed slightly, his voice getting lower and lower.

"I'm here, what do you have to say?" Rushuang bent down and pressed her ear over.

"Ru Shuang... can I... kiss me... before I die?" Yang Ming raised his hand vigorously, as if he used all his strength to touch Ru Shuang's face.

"This..." Rushuang couldn't help but hesitate when she suddenly heard this request.

"If you are in a dilemma... then forget it... let me die quietly... quietly." Yang Ming's hand slowly hangs down.

"don't want."

Rushuang held his hand, made up her mind in a very embarrassing way, and said, "Okay."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and leaned over to kiss him.

Four lips touch each other.

"Sister, you are really kissing." Rushuang's sister Rucui walked out from behind the screen at some point and stood behind the two of them. She said in surprise when she saw them kissing each other.

"Why are you coming out?" Rushuang raised her head like an electric shock, blushing and said in a concealment.

"He is dead, and there are no outsiders here," Rucui said.

Rushuang put his hand on the side of his neck and looked it out. Sure enough, she could no longer touch his pulse. She sighed sadly and whispered: "Don't worry, I will definitely kill Zhao Wuji to avenge you."

"Sister, how do you feel when you kiss?" Rucui said curiously.

"Don't talk nonsense, I just see that he is about to die and satisfy his last wish." Rushuang looked shy and felt a little hot on her face.

Rucui said: "Sister, this person is quite infatuated with you. He wants to kiss you even before he dies. Unfortunately, he is already dead, otherwise it would be great to be my brother-in-law."

Rushuang said: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't have this idea now. Zhao Wuji is immortal, how can I talk about my children's love now?"

"Ah, then I can't get married anymore?" Rucui said pitifully.

Rushuang said angrily: "Don't be in spring, hide this person first, and you will have to deal with Zhao Wuji later."

"oh."

An elder and two disciples of the Beggars' Sect also walked out from behind the curtain, lifted up Yang Ming, and stuffed him under the bed.

Rushuang whispered: "I'm sorry for you for a moment. After killing Zhao Wuji, we will definitely bury you with a grand glory."

Mo Laosan, the elder of the Beggars' Gang, said: "Okay. Rushuang, Xiao Cui, do you go and see if Zhao Wuji is here?"

Mo Laosan was originally named Mo Shan, and he was the elder of the Beggars' Sect and ranked third among the Eight Elders of the Beggars' Sect.

"Okay, Uncle Mo."

In front of Rucui's window, gently push open the crack and look into the hall downstairs.

At this time, the "crackling" sound of firecrackers sounded, and the gongs and drums played, making the sky noisy.

"What's going on?" Mo Laosan asked.

Rucui said, "I heard from the seventh girl that it seems that someone is going to celebrate her birthday here today. Ah, he came in, huh, who is that person? He is wearing a white hat on his head, like Ma Jie Xiao, and has a disheveled hair, which looks like a beggar than us. The girls and madams in the building surrounded him, and they seemed very rich. Is this the one who did the birthday?"

Rushuang also came over and glanced at him, then said lightly: "Don't worry about him, see if Zhao Wuji is here?"

"Oh." Rucui suddenly shouted: "Uncle Mo, sister, I saw Zao Wuji."

Rushuang also saw Zhao Wuji and immediately said, "Uncle Mo, you can prepare for it, I will lead Zhao Wuji up."

"Sister, be careful and don't attract others to you." Rucui said.

"Where are so many Kaizi?" Rushuang glanced at her.

"Who made you look so beautiful, sister?" Rucui whispered.

"I see."

Rushuang said with anger and said, she deliberately waited for Su Can to enter Xiang Pavilion before she pushed the door out. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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