The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space
Chapter 1192: Young Master

Chapter 1192: Chapter 1192: Young Master

Yang Ruxin’s face was full of admiration, her thumbs up repeatedly, admiring her own man for being so outstanding.

Gu Qingheng thoroughly enjoyed Yang Ruxin’s admiration, looking at her with a doting expression.

Song San’s eyes, however, were dark and obscure.

Du Man and Du Juan were overjoyed. The lanterns were not expensive, but what they enjoyed was this very happiness. They couldn’t help but look disdainfully at Song San, thinking, ’How could our young lady be someone you could please? Hmph!’

In the end, the two maids couldn’t carry so many lanterns in their hands, so they asked the middle-aged man for a stick used to tie the lanterns together, threading the lanterns and carrying them away.

The middle-aged man had a wry smile on his face, thinking that this person was too impressive; he had taken a big loss tonight. In fact, guessing lantern riddles was just a way to draw crowds and then sell the lanterns. As a result, the gathering did come, but those lanterns with riddles were all won, and the remaining few couldn’t be sold.

"Let’s go, let’s go back," Yang Ruxin said, feeling it was about time. She quickly tugged at Gu Qingheng. "I’m sleepy."

"Okay," Gu Qingheng replied promptly, then gave Gu Yao a glance before pulling Yang Ruxin away with him.

Gu Yao then walked up to the middle-aged man and placed two silver ingots in his hand, "Thank you for your lanterns," then he chased after the people in front and left.

The middle-aged man was surprised for a moment, then suddenly smiled. Those lanterns were worth no more than two taels of silver, but he had been given five taels, making a profit. He quickly shouted "Thank you" from a distance.

Let’s put aside Yang Ruxin and the others carrying the lanterns back, amusing a group of children immensely, and return to Song San.

Watching Yang Ruxin being held by that man as she left, he just felt extremely uncomfortable all over, becoming even more sullen.

"Young Master," Re Bai stepped forward.

Song San raised his hand to cut off what Re Bai was about to say, then turned and walked away.

Re Bai could only look back at the direction where Yang Ruxin and the others had disappeared, then hurriedly followed Song San.

Once they had left the crowd, Song San looked at the palace lantern in his hand and a cold smile hooked on the corner of his mouth. With a bit of force, the candle inside the lantern fell over, and the entire palace lantern instantly turned into a pile of ashes.

Re Bai could only sigh softly, realizing that ever since the Young Master was rescued from the jaws of jackals by that Yang Ruxin, he seemed to have taken a liking to the village girl. Without discussing whether the village girl was worthy of the Young Master, just the fact that she was a married woman was troublesome enough.

Nobody knew whether Song San was stimulated or not, but he actually left the prefectural city by night on his horse.

In the backyard of a certain manor outside the Prefectural City, within the torture chamber, there were several people being punished. However, whether they were under the whip or the cane, not one dared to complain, all of them clenching their teeth and enduring.

"Stop," Song San walked in with an aura of menacing energy.

The executors quickly ceased their actions.

The punished men hurriedly flipped over to kneel: "Thank you, Young Master." These men were none other than Gai Datong from Huichun Hall, Uncle Jiu who had fled from the manor, Qing Qiuzi, and another young man.

"You’re really useless," Song San remarked with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth as he looked at the several men. "Even the lair was taken from you."

The men, despite the extreme pain on their backsides, prostrated themselves on the ground as much as they could.

"But, it’s understandable that you fell to those two," Song San suddenly snickered.

The men still dared not move.