Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

She wasn't stupid enough to tie herself up.

Humph.

A pair of rough old hands unceremoniously grabbed Rong Huang's arm, and the force made Rong Huang take a breath.

Ah ah **** human, do you know how terrible it is to offend this king?

Although Rong Huang has matured a lot now, he is still very afraid of pain.

After all, he was spoiled and raised by Feng's disease. Rong Huang wanted to cry after suffering a little pain.

Like now.

Rong Huang sucked his nose grievously with a slumped mouth, holding back the tears in his apricot eyes, and being dragged off the sedan chair by the dowry woman.

Crossing the brazier and the threshold, Rong Huang was stuffed into a sedan chair again.

The sedan was swaying, and I don't know how long it took before Rong Huang was almost asleep before stopping.

"This is Mrs. Shizi inside?"

The prolonged male voice sounded, with a somewhat pretentious expression.

The woman outside the sedan chair quickly replied flatly, "Exactly."

The butler waved his hand, glanced at the Qinghuaiyuan behind him with disdain, and said nonchalantly, "Then bring people in, so that they can be served, but don't die so easily."

The mother-in-law responded repeatedly, and soon dragged Rong Huang out again.

Rong Huang rolled his eyes secretly with his red hijab.

This old lady is so annoying, it is really troublesome not to teach her a lesson.

Rong Huang concealed his tied hands behind him in his wide suit sleeves, and quickly struck a decision.

"Huh!"

The woman's legs were soft, and she fell straight on the ground, her face fell on the ground, and she took a mouthful of mud.

Rong Huang pursed his lips and smirked, enduring very hard.

The woman stood up with difficulty, dusted the dust off her body, stared at Rong Huang, grabbed Rong Huang's sleeve, and led the person to Qinghuai Courtyard.

With a creak, the door opened.

Just as Rong Huang stood at the door, the woman next to her rolled her eyes and grinned, showing a yellow tooth. She stretched out her hand and pushed Rong Huang in.

"Girl, go in, you can have a good life and serve the son. If something happens to the son, you have to be buried with him."

The strange sound of Yin and Yang made Rong Huang annoyed.

Had it not been for the dumb king now, the king would have scolded her to find her mother all over:)

Rong Huang pretended to stagger for two steps, making a fragile and boneless appearance, and finally managed to gain a foothold.

The edge of the red hijab shook, and the girl's pale and delicate neck was faintly visible.

The door was closed, and the woman's voice gradually faded away.

"I really don't know what the madam thinks. She even asked me to marry the eldest girl. If my son dies in the future, I will not be buried with the eldest girl? Madam is really confused..."

Rong Huang lowered his mouth, the old woman was too bad, she would not let it go next time she committed the crime again.

It was confirmed that there was only one breath in the room, and the good plum scent could still be faintly smelt, Rong Huang knew that the person in the room was sick with Feng's disease.

Rong Huang shrugged, being pinched by the dead woman just now.

Rong Huang lifted his red hijab and looked around.

The furnishings in the room are simple and quaint. Everything is priceless and full of charm. There are a few long swords hanging on the wall, which adds a sense of killing.

Just now along the way, Rong Huang saw through his divine sense that the eaves were covered with red silk, and he was very happy from a distance.

And this was supposed to be a series of Xi Zhu Xi used by marriage in the room of Xi Fang, and there was no series of objects. It was quiet and cold, with a deadly silence.