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

These words were said so outrageously that Nan Qingfeng couldn't help but feel shocked.

I couldn't help but take a look at the bracelet.

He used to be sallow and thin, but now he has regained some of his strength and is beginning to look more handsome.

Between his eyebrows, there was a faint hint of sharp edge, and the moment he looked at her, it was like an iceberg disappearing and melting.

This little girl may do something terrible in the future...

"Miss, she's still breathing, can we save her?"

"Didn't you just say that? She wants my life, so why save her?"

"Then what do we do now?"

The corpses and the stinky smell of blood in this place are too uncomfortable to stay here for one night.

"I'll just stay in your room for the night, and I'll report to the official tomorrow."

"Report to the official?"

"If you break into a private house without permission and do harm to me, you will naturally report it to the official."

After struggling for most of the night, Nan Qingfeng yawned and patted Huo'er on the head.

"Go back quickly to catch up on your sleep. We will be very busy tomorrow."

The evening breeze blew gently, causing the snow accumulated on the treetops last night to rustle down.

Shangguan Mansion is brightly lit.

With a "pop" sound, a fine blue and white porcelain vase was smashed to the ground.

"There is a maid who is good at martial arts protecting that Beiming Qingfeng, and she almost wiped out your group?!"

Shangguan Xionghu's eyes widened and veins popped up on his forehead, "Are you kidding? That bitch Beiming Qingfeng only has a useless maid next to him!"

The man kneeling on the ground was holding his injured arm, and blood was continuously flowing out from between his fingers.

"Sir, it's true... that maid who knows martial arts seems to have been sent by Bei Mingnan, the second master of Bei Ming Mansion..."

"Bei Mingnan, Bei Mingnan... What a great Bei Mingnan!"

The last time he brought Beiming Qingfeng, it seemed that he had admitted his mistake, but later he was beaten down, causing him to lose the qualification to act for the imperial merchant when he went to the government.

Now that his Wanrong is dead, he is still protecting Beiming Qingfeng's cheap hoof...

It seems that Bei Mingnan is indeed using Beiming Qingfeng to deal with his Shangguan family.

After all, if a good-for-nothing succeeds, everyone will be happy. If unfortunately he is exposed, he can attract all the firepower. Even if he dies, it will have no impact on his Northern Underworld.

Simply kill two birds with one stone.

Bei Mingnan, what a plan!

Shangguan Xiong took a deep breath and sat back on the Grand Master's chair. The dancing candlelight illuminated his fat face with ravines and gloom.

"Send someone to keep an eye on Beiming Qingfeng and don't act rashly for the time being. She will definitely contact Guan Jianyue again."

He put his big palm on the armrest and suddenly exerted force, and with a "click" sound, the fine pear tree broke into two pieces.

The two people kneeling on the ground immediately tensed up, not daring to express their anger.

"Pass me an order to cut off all business in Bei Ming Mansion from now on. Without money, I want to see how he can become an official in the court!"

Do you want him to vent all his anger on Beiming Qingfeng?

He prefers not to.

After losing his beloved daughter, he wanted the entire Northern Hades Palace to be buried with her!

The next day.

It's sunny again.

The heavy snow that fell the day before yesterday is melting quickly.

On the cornices, water droplets formed a string and dripped continuously, creating a row of neat puddles on the ground.

Nan Qingfeng asked Zhuo'er to stay in the courtyard while he went to Jingzhao Mansion to report to the official.

Sitting on the seat, the governor of Jingzhao slapped him in shock.

"Who is in the audience and who is suing?"

Nan Qingfeng stood up straight, "Beiming Mansion, Beiming Qingfeng, sue the head of Shangguan Mansion, Shangguan Xiong, for murder."

"Beiming Qingfeng?"

Hearing this name, Jingzhao Fuyin showed a subtle expression on his face and couldn't help but sneered.

The master laughed, and the people below also started laughing.

Beiming Qingfeng, isn't she the famous lady from Beiming Mansion who was raised by slaves?

Eating pig food with those slaves, sleeping in shacks, and doing the work of serving the master.

Nowadays, even with the title of "Miss", it can't wash away anything. In the hearts of everyone, she is still despicable.

Once a slave, always a slave.

What's more, her slave did it for more than one day.

Now this slave is so brave that he dares to sue Shangguan Xiong, the head of the Shangguan family?

Even before hearing the story, he already knew how to judge.

"I'm aware of it. Tell the deputy the details you know. After I've seen it, someone will contact you."

After saying that, he stood up, yawned and walked back, muttering some resentment in his mouth.

"It's so early in the morning, it disturbs people's dreams..."

Nan Qingfeng knew this would happen, and was already prepared in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, a low magnetic voice came from behind him.

"stop."

This familiar voice.

Nan Qingfeng's eyelids twitched and he looked back.

Seeing Dongfang Chu Ye, dressed in his trademark red clothes, stepping in from the door, his eyes lit up slightly.

Came really timely.

"Your Majesty..."

"Qingfeng."

Dongfang Chuye followed her voice and stepped forward quickly, his two distant eyebrows furrowed.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

His face was covered with red silk, so you couldn't see the expression in his eyes. Just looking at his frown, those who didn't know thought he was really worried about Nan Qingfeng.

"Something's wrong!" Nan Qingfeng's voice sounded aggrieved, and she leaned directly on Dongfang Chuye's shoulder, "Last night, something big almost happened. Fortunately, my second brother sent a maid to protect me, but she herself died..."

Bei Mingnan sent a maid to protect her?

Still dead?

With just these few words, Dongfang Chuye knew exactly what happened.

I'm afraid that this woman used Bei Mingnan's informant as a shield to block herself from disaster, and by the way, she got rid of another disaster.

So high...

The people in the Beiming family are all very capable...

He was thinking this in his heart, without showing anything on his face, "As long as you're fine, I will send people to protect you in the future, and I will never let something like this happen again."

"Zhen, Zhenbei King..."

The governor of Jingzhao was so frightened that the drowsiness he felt when he got up early disappeared immediately.

"Why is the prince here? But there is something important to do?"

Dongfang Chuye wanted to answer, but the woman in his arms hugged his waist tightly and pressed closer to him.

The woman's soft figure and her fragrant hair all impacted his senses.

His voice was deep, mixed with a hint of hoarseness that no one else could hear, "Sit back and listen to the case."

Nan Qingfeng listened, and a glimmer of success lit up in his charming eyes, and then he let him go.

"Yes yes yes."

When the King of Zhenbei spoke, the governor of Jingzhao didn't dare to say anything, so he immediately sat back down.

He stretched out his hand to touch the gavel, but felt something was wrong again, and looked at Dongfang Chu Ye.

"Your Majesty, how about you come and take a seat..."

"No need, give my future princess a seat. She is weak and should not stand for a long time."

Nan Qingfeng's bright eyes blinked, and he was secretly speechless.

This big devil actually has such a caring side.

If it doesn't go dark in the future, it might be good to keep it as it is now.

"Wei, future princess?"

The governor of Jingzhao suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, so he pressed his ears hard and looked at Dongfang Chu Ye again.

"Yes, my future princess, Beiming Qingfeng, do you have any objections?"

Dongfang Chuye stood up straight and put his arm around Nan Qingfeng's waist.

The big palm is warm and strong.

The sudden movement made Nan Qingfeng let out a low cry, feeling full of security in his heart.

"No, no objection!"

Jingzhao Fuyin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came back to his senses, shaking his head like a rattle, and a turbulent wave stirred up in his heart.

A few days ago, I heard that the King of Zhenbei proposed marriage to Beiming Qingfeng in Beiming Mansion.

That... is not an outrageous story made up by the market?

It’s actually true!!

"Come here! Here comes the head of the Shangguan family, Shangguan Xiong!"