Crying in anger, pretending to be in love with the villain after wearing a real daughter

Nan Qingfeng turned around and glanced at Helian Youkong, "You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. With so many people listening, I can definitely sue you for slander in front of the emperor."

Helian Youkong's eyes narrowed, "You..."

Nan Qingfeng looked away and ignored him, looking at Shangguan Xiong who was dismounting.

"Master Shangguan, your daughter is missing. I sympathize deeply, but I don't know anything. Even if I go to Shangguan Mansion with you, it won't help. If there is time to block my way, why not send more people to find Shangguan Wanrong's whereabouts?"

, after all, if a person has been missing for a long time, the chance of encountering something unexpected will be much higher..."

Shangguan Xiong's face suddenly turned gloomy, and his eyes were as cold as ice as he stared at Nan Qing.

He blocked the news of Shangguan Wanrong's murder.

Being forced to death by a group of beggars is a scandal in the world!

His daughter is dead, and he doesn't want her to be stigmatized after her death.

Moreover, he had seen the corpse with his own eyes.

Although the murderer disguised himself extremely cleverly, he could tell that his daughter did not commit suicide.

He is not a suicidal person either.

The murderer is most likely Beiming Qingfeng in front of him.

But, he has no evidence.

Therefore, she must be "invited" to Shangguan Mansion.

Even if he is killed by mistake, he will not let it go...

"Give me a chance. If I don't go back when it's time for breakfast, my maid will be worried."

Nan Qingfeng beat his horse and moved forward again. This time, Shangguanxiong did not move.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his broad and round body showing a bit of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi's aura, and a sinister light flowing from his eyes.

"I remember that there was only one maid serving you in that solitary cinema, right? That maid's name seems to be... Zhuo'er? She looks pretty, but her complexion is sallow and thin. She seems to have suffered a lot from being a master like you..."

Nan Qingfeng continued to beat the horse and glanced at Shangguan Xiong again after hearing this.

"Master, this is what you want."

A maid came next to him, holding a hairpin in both hands, and brought it to Shangguan Xiong.

Shangguanxiong picked up the hairpin slowly and played with it in his hand.

"Inferior quality, keep it for no use, throw it away..."

He threw the hairpin on the ground, stepped on it, and crushed it hard.

There was a crisp "snap" sound, and the hairpin broke into two pieces.

Just like Nan Qingfeng's heart at this moment.

That hairpin...

She could see clearly.

She had just moved out with Zhuo'er and extorted a sum of money from Bei Mingping, so she bought it for Zhuo'er.

That girl is so rare that she wears it all day long, like a treasure. It is impossible to lose it, but now it appears in Shangguan Xiong's hands...

Shangguanxiong no longer looked at Nan Qingfeng, sneered, put his hands behind his back, and prepared to leave with the people in Shangguan Mansion.

"stop!"

Nan Qingfeng's hand holding the horse's rein suddenly tightened, and his voice rose involuntarily.

Shangguanxiong slowly stopped his feet, turned around, and looked at Nan Qingfeng with a sneer with his eyes, which were squeezed into only a slit by the fat.

"Miss Beiming, what do you want me to do? I'm going to look for my daughter."

Nan Qingfeng blinked, and his expression instantly returned to normal.

But the hand holding the horse's rein became tighter and tighter, and the rough leather abraded her palms, which made her feel like she had a taste.

"I suddenly felt that helping others can be considered a meritorious deed, so I would like to take a trip as the head of the Shangguan family."

"Miss Beiming, you are right to think so..."

Shangguanxiong turned around, narrowed his eyes, and smiled like a jackal, tiger, or leopard.

"Here, why don't you help Miss Beiming off the horse? Your legs must be sore after riding for so long."

With the bracelet in his hand, Nan Qingfeng had no choice but to lower his head temporarily, dismounted from his horse, and handed the reins to Shangguan Guang's hands.

Upstairs, Helian Youkong sneered when he saw that Nan Qingfeng was obedient and had completely lost his arrogance.

"Isn't she the future Princess of Zhenbei? Why did she become so disgraced in the blink of an eye? Where was the energy she had just now? It took a long time, but it was just a fox pretending to be a tiger, a dog fighting for the power of others..."

This woman is really like those dog slaves, she barks even louder when she gets to know her powerful master.

Nan Qingfeng ignored him, and his mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about what to do when he arrived at Shangguan Mansion.

But she ignored her, and in Helian Youkong's eyes, she became a coward after being exposed.

"Didn't you just brag about how great the King of Zhenbei is and how he treats you well? How come you can't even see him now?

You have nothing to do with women, do you really think that you can marry the King of Zhenbei because of your ability? If you have money to buy meat buns, why not buy a mirror and take a good look at yourself! Useless trash... is worthy too

Talk about Jing'er."

Helian Youkong had just been refuted, and now he finally found an opportunity to say it happily.

His friend next to him, Murong Guan, waved his fan and said with a smile, "Brother Helian, you can't say that. Miss Beiming is a good hand in serving the master, how can you say it is useless? At least learn from the slave father and mother.

After so many years..."

Helian Youkong was in a good mood and raised his eyebrows, "That's right. I forgot about this advantage of hers."

The two laughed.

The next second, only two whizzing sounds were heard. Before the two of them could react, a foreign object suddenly appeared in their mouths.

The smell was so strong that their expressions changed drastically, they lowered their heads and vomited.

It turned out to be a few pieces of stinky tofu.

"Which bastard threw the stinky tofu! Stand up for me!"

Helianyou wiped his mouth vigorously, but the stinking smell still lingered, making him almost nauseous.

"But are you calling me the king?"

Below, a canopy carriage slowly drove into the crowd and stopped in the middle of the street.

Liuyun jumped out of the carriage, opened the curtain, bowed and waited respectfully aside.

The black boots landed on the ground, and the man's slim figure fell into everyone's eyes.

His dark hair was tied up with a golden crown, and his blazing red robe was like the blazing sun among thousands of people, and his brilliance could not be obscured.

A three-finger-wide piece of red silk covers her eyes, and her lips are red and her teeth are white, giving her a kind of evil beauty.

The King of Zhenbei——Dongfang Chuye!

The whole place was silent and completely silent.

He opened his lips and said, "I gave you some gifts that suit your temperaments. What's wrong? Don't you like them?"

Helian Youkong's eyes widened and he was extremely shocked. He never expected that Dongfang Chu Ye would appear here.

I don't know how much he heard about Beiming Qingfeng's bad words just now.

But it doesn’t matter if you hear it.

How could King Zhenbei be interested in a slave girl?

At most, I can only teach him a few words to save the face of Zhenbei Palace.

His mind was spinning, and he quickly calmed down.

"I have met King Zhenbei. This stinky tofu... tastes very good. Thank you, Your Majesty."

"It tastes very good. Then eat more."

With such a commotion, Nan Qingfeng was distracted from her thoughts, raised her head, and saw the red figure walking towards her.

His thin lips were raised upward, seemingly smiling, but Nan Qingfeng felt an inexplicable anger.

Is this man angry with her?

What did she do?

In the blink of an eye, the man was already in front of her.

"When someone scolded you, why didn't you talk back?"