Luo Qingzhou sat down in the corner, closed his eyes and meditated, calmed down his emotions, and then slowly opened the book in his hand.

at the same time.

Chengguo Mansion, on the nine-curved corridor.

On both sides of the vermilion railing, in the shadow of the trees, stood two figures.

Madam Wang's face was still as sinking as water, looking unfathomable.

The second housekeeper Wang Cheng lowered his head and reported with an ugly face: "They are all dead, and Wang Pu is also dead... Judging from the fatal injuries on their bodies, the other party is a warrior... I really didn't expect that the Qin family would be like this

They took a fancy to the boy and secretly sent guards to follow him... The people guarding the road out of the city did not see the boy coming back. They might still be outside, or they might have gone to another city gate..."

There was still no wave of emotion on the face of the eldest lady.

Wang Cheng said in panic: "Recently, some of that boy's poems have been circulated, and they all say that... they all say that they are good... The Qin family is so interested in him, obviously they want to train him well, and he will be good for the imperial examination next year..."

The eldest lady suddenly turned her head to look at him, her eyes as sinister as a poisonous snake in the dark night.

Wang Cheng trembled and closed his mouth, not daring to say any more and dripping with cold sweat.

The eldest lady stared at him gloomily for a long time, then Fang suddenly sighed and said slowly: "Go to Yin County. Go there in person and invite her back."

Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then his face changed slightly, and he said in a trembling voice: "Ba...Ba Goddess?"

The eldest lady's face returned to silence, and she looked calmly at the night ahead. Her voice was calm, but sounded a bit sharp: "That bitch's soul was eaten and she became an idiot and died. I want that little bastard to follow

She will die as well, and let mother and son reunite underground!"

Wang Cheng's heart trembled and his spine trembled. He lowered his head and said respectfully, "I will leave tomorrow. Madam, don't worry. This time, we will make sure that boy dies!"

at this time.

In another mansion in Meucheng.

In a pavilion in a certain back garden, a snow-white figure was sitting, quietly reading a book under the moonlight.

A cold girl held a sword and stood aside, motionless.

At this time, a pretty girl in a pink dress walked in from the round door, entered the pavilion, stood next to the snow-white figure, and whispered: "Miss, my uncle hasn't come back yet... Do you want to go...

…”

There was silence in the pavilion.

The evening breeze blew by, and the lotus leaves in the pond in front were fluttering, the water was rippling, and bits and pieces of crushed moonlight fell into the dark and deep eyes of the girl in the pavilion.

The snow-white figure still didn't speak and slowly put down the book in his hand.

She sat there without moving, her eyes looking at the flickering moonlight in the pond, suddenly in a trance, in a daze.

The girl in the pink skirt relaxed, raised her head, looked at the cold girl standing aside, and suddenly smiled: "I just came back when I saw you, how many times have you gone out to see you?"

"snort."

The cold girl held the sword, turned away, and looked at the pond.
Chapter completed!