Black Belly Wife

Murong Yunshu, who stayed at home, finally stepped out of the house, stepped on some muddy road, and took Lu'er to the streets. Perhaps the reason for the rare cooling is that the streets of Jinling are crowded and lively today.

"Miss, let's go to the teahouse to listen to someone's book, shall we?" Lüer said excitedly, pointing to the overcrowded teahouse in front of the family.

"Good." Murong Yunshu agreed, Xu Bu walked over there.

Lu'er was overjoyed, "Miss, are you finally interested in gossip ?!"

"I am interested in tea." Murong Yunshu said while walking.

"..." She should have known for a long time that people who don't eat human fireworks, like Miss, certainly don't eat human gossip. Maybe the gossip in the sky can arouse her interest, but where to get the gossip in the sky? Suddenly, the green light flashed, and he smiled and said: "Miss, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl will meet soon."

"Well." Murong Yunshu only responded faintly.

Lu'er sighed and wasn't even interested in the things in the sky. Do you want to listen to the underground? Impossible, the lady didn't even buy God's account, how could you buy a ghost ... Hey! In the daytime, think about nothing! Luer shook his head quickly, and kept telling himself that there were no ghosts or ghosts in his heart, but the more he thought about it, the more his eyes flickered. Suddenly he saw a white face in front of him obliquely. ! "

Murong Yunshu stopped talking, his light brows slightly raised, and looked at her with a bit of salty and said: "I only know today that you still have the potential to be a psychic."

Lu'er looked back, and after seeing the dead man's white face, he breathed a sigh of relief and complained: "Feng Gongzi, you are not staying on Huatuo Mountain, how come you came to the street and scared?"

Fengcheng heard the words, foreheaded three black lines, learned her tone and said: "Lv'er girl, you are not staying in Murong, why are you running on the street and scared?"

Lu'er embarrassed her tongue and looked at her master with help.

Murong Yunshu Zhao Fengfeng smiled slightly and said, "Feng Gongzi, meet again."

Fengcheng looked at her for a moment, and said with satisfaction: "You look good, you look good."

Murong Yunshu raised his eyebrows, undecided, "Drink tea?"

"Just finished drinking."

"Then have another drink."

"Tea hurts so much, you can ask me to drink."

"I heard that teahouses supply boiled water for free."

Fengcheng laughed, "Dare you reluctant to drink money?"

"Relax, the doctor's money is indispensable for you." After that, Murong Yun walked slowly into the teahouse, glanced at the lobby, and finally walked to the second floor, sitting down on the empty seat by the window. Directly opposite is a pair of grandchildren who tell stories.

Fengcheng sat leisurely on her left and asked, "How do you know that I'm here to see you?"

"It's poison."

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Feng Cheng laughed again, "Your obsessive-compulsive disorder is quite serious." No matter what, she always has to follow her thoughts, not even letting go of the argument, it is really like Xiyue. Although it is not the same person, how much luck it should be to meet such a similar person ... Unfortunately, his luck was exhausted many years ago.

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The corner of Fengcheng's mouth overflowed with a bitter smile. The smile was filled with endless sorrow in Murong Yunshu's eyes, as if the eyes were covered with a cloud of dark clouds, and there was no way to smile. She frowned a little, looked at him again, and then said: "At this time, you don't go to the Xizhou Shaolin Temple, but it appears in Jinling. I can't think of any other reason than detoxifying me." Not to mention, Chu Changge At this time, it must have been learned from the pot cook that she was poisoned, and it would be expected that Fengcheng, who had the best medical skills, would find her to detoxify her. In fact, she originally asked Guo cook to send him a letter, which is precisely the intention.

"Then you should also know who let me come." Every time Chu Changge is mentioned, Fengcheng will feel a sense of helplessness and grief and anger. Why is Chu Changge always a step ahead of him no matter what ...

Murong Yunshu didn't make a sound and bowed his head to drink tea silently, which was considered the default.

The ancestors and grandsons who narrated across the board sang one by one, eloquently talking about the grudges and grudges between Murong Mansion, Mingjian Mountain Villa, Zhenyuan Darts Bureau and the Demon Church. The tea shoppers on the whole floor listened with interest, and even many children sat on the ground in front of them, lined up, leaning on their heads to concentrate, fearing that they might miss something.

Suddenly, the old man with Chinese hair knocked on the flower drum and opened his eyes roundly and asked, "Guess, what did the demon master do after Murong Yunshu was poisoned?"

"Ah? Murong Yunshu was poisoned? What poison was it? Will he die? Grandpa, hurry up, hurry up!" The granddaughter was pulling her sleeves.

"Don't worry," the old man laughed, and said, "Relax, that the demon leader is so magical that he will never let his loved one die."

The granddaughter raised her nose and asked, "Why is he not in Jinling now?"

"That's because he is in Shuzhou!"

"What is he doing in Shuzhou?"

"Of course I am looking for Xiaoliang Wang to settle the account!" The old man slammed the hub again and said, "The poison on Murong Yunshu's body is the one under Wang Xiaoliang, so Chu Changge released the words, and Murong Yunshu was unpredictable , It's going to be buried in the house of King Liang! "

"Scared! He dare to kill the prince?"

"What is this? For Chu Changge, killing an emperor is as free as stepping on an ant."

"Killing the prince is a felony for killing the nine races!" The granddaughter said with a frightened expression.

The old man kindly plucked his white beard, smiling quietly and said inscrutablely: "No one in this world has dared to destroy Chu Changge's Nine Clan."

"Grandpa, aren't you lying? Is he so powerful?"

The old man "touched" the few sparse white beards "touched" and said, "No one can control it today."

At this time, several arresters rushed upstairs, without a word, they started to catch people.

"grandfather……"

"Xiao Qing ..."

Shoutou raised his hand and said, "Bring the grandparents of the demon words to" confuse "the people to the Yamen for questioning!"