Shi Yunjun cursed this bitch in his heart, intentionally making things difficult for him, but he still had to put on a smiling face: "Miss Zheng, they said it wasn't hard, but I haven't seen anyone else recite it. You're putting me in a tough spot."
Sheng Tang spoke leisurely: "A woman killing with a butcher's knife is unseemly; it has to be done with a slow fire. First, use charm to bewilder him until he's all disoriented, then feed him delicious food to weaken his bones and muscles. On a bright moonlit night, make him drunk with fine wine, and while he's in a stupor, slit his throat.
As the blood trickles out, catch it with a wooden bucket, each drop sounding like rain falling from the eaves, crisp and melodious. The piano melody flows from the woman's fingers, her slender, jade-like fingers fluttering over the black and white keys like butterflies.
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Sheng Tang had an excellent memory, and she was used to reciting lines.
