Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

After all, Rong Huang at the last birthday banquet made the old lady Ding Guohou and Kong Yingying almost crazy.

Rong Huang's black and white eyes moved slightly, surprisingly bright.

Finally there is a chance to be a heroine in an upright manner.

Rong Huang sharpened his knife and Huo Huo to the hostess, ready to take advantage of this opportunity to take advantage of this opportunity to eliminate County Lord Biluochun at one time.

It would be even better if we could solve the Kong family along the way.

After all, the Confucian family and Dingguo Hou's Mansion are the big families who had the merits of the dragon after Jiliu became the throne in the original plot.

Rong Huang sighed silently, this king is really the light of justice.

Rong Huang repeatedly stated that he did not want to sleep, but Qi Cong took off his coat and stuffed it into the quilt.

Qi Cong is like a spring roll, wrapping Rong Huang in circles into silkworm babies.

The baby silkworm was wrapped in the quilt, showing a white and tender face, staring at the man with a milky voice, "This way I feel uncomfortable."

Qi Cong has no expression on his face, the coldness on his face has not disappeared.

He raised his hand and tucked the quilt, then squeezed Rong Huang's cheek again, "No, you are cold."

Rong Huang: QAQ

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Rong Huang has lived for eight thousand years, and has always been revenge.

The Kong family and Dingguo Houfu sent death men to kill her, of course they had to pay a price.

After the assassination that day, Rong Huang was killed by Qi Cong and lay on the bed with salted fish for three days. He also invited the imperial physician to check his pulse, insisting that Rong Huang was frightened and needed to drink medicine.

During these three days, Rong Huang had three bowls of bitter medicine every day, and her cheeks hurt.

Rong Huang drank so much that he was told by Qi Cong that he could go for a stroll on the fourth day. He couldn't even take care of his haircut, so he picked up a little tugging and hurried to the Kong's house.

The king now urgently needs a human sandbag to vent his anger.

Hostess, here I am.

Rong Huang sat on the roof of the Confucian Taifu Mansion, watching the servant girls coming and going.

Looking at the Tai Fu Mansion, which is rich in land and gold, it is extremely luxurious.

It seems that Mr. Kong has embezzled a lot of silver coins over the years, and Rong Huang pondered back and asked Feng Bingbing to send someone to look up.

Kong Taifu's voice came from under his ass.

"None of the people who were sent out last time came back. It seems that the tyrant has placed a powerful master next to the imperial concubine."

"Uncle Kong is not anxious. I didn’t succeed this time. Isn’t there another next time? There will be a sacrifice ceremony in a few days. When the tyrant is busy making sacrifices, he will definitely be a clone of his own and will not take care of the imperial concubine. By then, our people will be able to succeed."

"It's also an opportunity, so you can arrange this matter."

"Okay, I will definitely take the life of that noble concubine! By the way, Uncle Kong, can you find out where the princess is?"

"My people found a trace in Qingyi..."

Rong Huang stopped listening to the following words.

Rong Huang touched the soft chin and looked at the pond not far away.

Others can't wait to live a thousand or eight hundred years old, these two old guys are good, are they afraid that they will live too long?

Originally he was going to fight the two old guys directly, but now Rong Huang changed his mind.

What is the hope for the prosperity of the family in the future?

Of course it is the younger generation!

The Kong family had high hopes, except for the eldest grandson, it was Kong Yingying.

And Dingguo Houfu was the son of Dingguo Hou.

Fighting them completely destroyed their three views, hiding in the house all day and not daring to see people, isn't it more relieved than beating two old guys?

Rong Huang expressed his interest in destroying the fresh and tender flowers of Xiyuan.

Rong Huang Baisheng's small hand clenched into a fist shape and disappeared on the roof in a flash.

In the room, Kong Taifu, who had been discussing plans with Ding Guohou, suddenly had a meal.