Chapter 8: Go back to the house, dismount the horse!
"chirp"
The sound of the signal is like the nightingale's cry, and the ghost is loud and clear!
"Subordinates deserve to die!"
Dozens of black shadows descended from the sky, bowing their heads and kneeling on the ground.
Damn it, my master was unexpectedly attacked during the most important part of his practice, and lost him in the end, which almost led to a big mistake.
The man standing in front of everyone, half of his face was shrouded in shadow, his breath was unstable but chilly, "Receive punishment in purgatory."
"yes!"
All the shadows held their breath.
"Also, the person behind the Xuanyi Pavilion is a woman! Check it out, Ben Wang!" Every word was almost squeezed out from between the teeth. The low and hoarse voice was cold and bloodthirsty, and
An extreme anger, suppressed, seems to burst out like volcanic lava at any time.
The crowd couldn't control their shoulders trembling!
sky……
Dead, dead.
But who is it that can make the master so angry?
The next day, it was sunny and windy.
Jingxi Main Street, Hu Guohou Mansion.wavv
On top of the ten steps, two black stone lions stand on both sides. The black imperial plaque hangs high, which has accumulated the efforts of several generations. The soldiers guarding the door with iron armor and spears are majestic and solemn. You can tell at a glance that it is the residence of a general.
A group of carriages and horses stopped slowly, plain and simple.
There were people stopping around. Whose carriage and horses were parked in front of the gate of the Protector's Mansion? It looked so ordinary.
The curtain opened and the woman in the carriage was revealed.
"vomit"
People around him instantly vomited all over the floor!
What the hell?
Look at that person, a girl to be precise. Her face was penetrated by a scar, and her skin was scarlet. She looked like she had just been clawed out by a beast. Even though it had healed, one could easily imagine that the skin was torn apart.
, a bloody scene.
Ling Xiyue jumped off the frame and looked around with gleaming eyes. She looked like a demented and ignorant girl.
Qiulan wailed in her heart.
My dear lady!
I really agreed with Ye Feng's words. What kind of bad taste is this?
I have seen people dress themselves up in all kinds of ways, but I have never seen people who make themselves look like ghosts. How could they be so ugly?
"I know, it's the third young lady from the Protector's Mansion!"
"You mean Ling Xiyue?"
"Hey, I'll go, seeing it is better than hearing it a hundred times."
"It's so ugly that it's no wonder His Royal Highness wants to break off the engagement!"
People passing by stopped one after another, and the sound of vomiting came and went...
"Who is this person? You are not allowed to stay here!" The head guard came down, pointed at Ling Xiyue, and shouted harshly.
An old servant came forward and said, "Go and tell the old Marquis that the third lady is back." As he said this, he raised his hand to signal Ling Xiyue to come in quickly.
Ling Xiyue's motorcade was traveling lightly and simply. Perhaps considering her 'special' situation, the people sent by the old man did not make any publicity. The accompanying guards were also in casual clothes. They just wanted to bring their granddaughter back safely.
The captain of the guard sneered, "The Marquis has not returned from patrol, but Mr. Wu has not seen me for only half a month. Are you confused? We have an eldest lady and a second lady in the Marquis' mansion, but I have never heard of a third lady.
"
Ling Xiyue raised her eyebrows.
Haha, the show of force has arrived so soon?
"That's right, I want to see who is so bold as to come to our house under false pretense." A sweet smile came from the house, and the person who walked out in response was also wonderful, dressed in blue.
The body is as exquisite as jade.
"Wow……"
There was a burst of astonishment all around.
This is how she looks like Miss Houfu.
"Second Miss!" The captain of the guard immediately ran over and put on a bright smile.
Zhan Pingting stood on the steps, as proud as a peacock, looking down at Ling Xiyue.