Chapter 220

Xianling Li told Du Ruo this news immediately.

Du Ruo's eyes flashed with cold light.

With Jiang Li's ability, even if he couldn't kill those bandits, at least saving his life was no problem.

But once the mountain was burned with fire, it would be hard to fly even with wings.

Thinking of this, Du Ruo made an excuse to go out for air, walked straight to the outside of Shen Jing Bin's tent, while paying attention to the movement on the mountain, while keeping a close eye on Shen Jing Bin.

If that guy surnamed Shen dared to give an order, she would dare to poison him.

Make him a big mute!

Du Ruo's actions attracted the attention of Shen Jing Bin's little servant Xunhua.

Xunhua looked at her several times suspiciously, then carried the food box into the tent.

"Young Master, it's time for breakfast." He opened the food box, took out a bowl of noodle soup and two steamed buns, and placed them on the case.

Shen Jing Bin took a bite.

Pfft, he spat it out on the spot.

"Who made this? Can you cook? It's so hard to eat!"

"Isn't it, even dogs won't eat it." Xunhua also pouted and complained, "Those people in the kitchen even gave me a cold face, saying they were busy making food for hundreds of people, and had to make room for the wounded to boil medicine, no time to open a small stove for the Young Master."

"Really, no eye for power at all, don't they know who is in charge here?"

Hearing this, Shen Jing Bin had no appetite at all, and threw the spoon away.

"Not eating, I'm full of anger."

Not obeying his management, he didn't want to manage either.

After pacifying this Yugui Shan, he would go home to eat and drink, and you big-headed soldiers, continue to eat your steamed buns, hmph!

Shen Jing Bin leaned on the couch, feeling bored to death, "If I knew suppressing bandits was so boring, I would have brought a woman."

No good food, at least something fun, right?

Woman?

Xunhua suddenly remembered, "Right, Young Master, just now I saw Lady Du has been swaying at our door, could she be wanting to..."

"Shut up." Shen Jing Bin kicked him over and sneered, "What do you think this Young Master is? Am I the kind of person who doesn't refuse anyone? You don't look at what kind of virtue that Lady Du looks like, with that face full of pockmarks, it's disgusting to look at. Even if she delivered it to the door, this Young Master wouldn't care!"

Xunhua climbed up from the ground, full of grievances.

"Young Master, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that, I mean, could Lady Du be wanting to beg you for mercy, asking you to burn the mountain later, and buy more time for her husband?"

So that's it.

Shen Jing Bin kicked the servant again, "Dog slave, if you speak half a sentence again, this Young Master will cut your tongue."

After scolding, he got up and looked outside.

Just happened to make eye contact with Du Ruo.

Du Ruo signaled to him.

The rain cleared and the sun was exceptionally dazzling, shining on that pockmarked face, even uglier and more terrifying.

Shen Jing Bin shivered and hurriedly retreated.

My goodness, Jiang Li is amazing, he could actually get down to it looking like this; if it were him, let alone Lady Du's father was an eighth-rank county magistrate, even if it were the Emperor, he couldn't do it!

He waved for Xunhua to come over and instructed, "Guard the door, don't let that ugly monster in, otherwise I'll eat your meat for lunch, hear me?"

Xunhua nodded repeatedly.

This guard lasted for more than an hour, the sun gradually rose to the treetops, and he couldn't help but doze off.

Du Ruo outside was also very sleepy.

To save Xiong Er, she stayed up all night, and now she was dizzy.

But she didn't dare to sleep; noon was coming, and Shen Jing Bin would probably come out to issue orders soon.

Du Ruo's heart moved.

"Little System, help me exchange for a sobering pill and a tube of anesthetic."

The sobering pill was naturally for herself; no matter what, she had to persist until Jiang Li returned.

As for the anesthetic...

Du Ruo looked at the tent not far away with deep eyes.

After another quarter of an hour, Shen Jing Bin finally came out.

Seeing Du Ruo still standing there, Shen Jing Bin's mouth twitched, quite impatient.

Really, relying on her father being an eighth-rank official, thinking she has some face, right? Still stubborn.

Fine, then he would make it clear to that woman; today, he was determined to burn the mountain!

Shen Jing Bin walked toward Du Ruo with an unhappy expression.

Du Ruo was calm, holding the small syringe tightly in her hand, preparing to take a sudden attack when Shen Jing Bin wasn't paying attention.

At the same time, she had thought of a retreat in her mind.

Judging by the medical level of this era, it was basically impossible to diagnose the existence of anesthetic.

It would probably be said that Shen Jing Bin had a sudden acute illness leading to fainting.

Shen Jing Bin himself probably wouldn't suspect anything; after all, the needle-like stinging pain on the surface of the body was something many people had experienced, just nerve pain, very common.

Du Ruo waited quietly for the man to approach.

Ten meters...