Rebirth of a Fierce Husband and Fierce Wife: The Poisonous Girl Defends the Heavens

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Chapter 57: The evil spirit will never die (3)

Ling Feng turned around and saw that the servant had fallen to the ground and could not get up.

The servant hugged his feet and said with an apologetic expression, "Second Master Ling, my foot is twisted. I'm afraid I can't lead you..."

Ling Feng didn't care and waved his hand nonchalantly, "That's fine, just tell me the location and I'll go there myself."

"yes."

Ling Feng followed the instructions of his subordinates and walked all the way through the paths, walking in the shade of flowers, and walked for a long time until he reached a courtyard. It was quiet and there was no one there.

He was secretly surprised, but didn't think much and walked straight in.

The melodious sound of the piano sounded, like spring water stirring up rocks, like beads falling on a jade plate, gradually lowering, as if complaining or weeping, sad and lingering, as if being wronged but having nowhere to express, mourning and crying.

He couldn't help but be startled when he heard the sound of the piano. He walked over and saw a girl in snow clothes playing the piano in the pavilion. She was pure and elegant, with picturesque features and beautiful eyes. Her clothes were fluttering, her waist was so slender that she couldn't hold it in his hand, and her snow-white jade

With her slender fingers, she danced on the strings, the pink cherry-colored tulle flickered, and the sun shrouded her body like a layer of gold. It was as beautiful as a dream, like smoke and mist.

Ling Feng almost couldn't breathe when he saw this beautiful scene. The sound of the piano was beautiful, and the people were even more beautiful. It was rare to hear it in this world.

After just one song, the girl opened her slightly closed eyes, her eyes sparkling with crystal clear tears. She seemed startled when she saw the person in front of her.

"Second Master Ling, why are you here?"

Ling Feng suddenly felt his heart beat like thunder, his cheeks were hot, and he looked at her dreamily, knowing that staring was wrong, but he couldn't bear to blink, "Miss Jian, this is..."

Jian Qingyu's face turned red, and her snow-white jade neck was also stained with a layer of blush. Her voice was as gentle as water, "This is my yard, Mr. Ling, is there something wrong?"

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, then saluted, "Sorry, I walked into the wrong yard. Say goodbye." He turned around and was about to leave, but his footsteps seemed to be rooted in stone and he couldn't move.

Jian Qingyu slowly walked down the steps, her clothes flying as light as water. She stopped in front of him, raised her face with tears in her eyes, and said delicately, "Second Young Master Ling, I am really not the kind of person who bullies weak girls.

A vicious woman, you must believe me."

Tears rolled down her snow-white cheeks, as clear as morning dew. Ling Feng's heart ached, and he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears. The warm tears made his palms feel hot like fire, "Jian Da

Miss, you..."

Jian Qingyu had tears in her eyes that she couldn't shed. She was extremely pitiful, weak and helpless, and exhaled like a blue, "Everyone in the family looked at me with strange eyes. My heart felt unspeakably uncomfortable, but there was nowhere to turn."

Tell me, although I don’t love my second sister as much as I love Yunmei, I really didn’t harm her, so why doesn’t everyone believe me?”

The beauty is like jade, as fragile as a touch. Ling Feng's eyes were blurred as if possessed, and he nodded, "I believe it."

Jian Qingyu burst into laughter, her voice was charming and sweet, "Really? That's great, I'm so happy, thank you so much, Second Young Master, I'm pretty good at making tea, can I buy you a drink?"

Tea?”

"This..." Ling Feng hesitated for a moment, but couldn't match the desire in his heart, "Okay."

Ironing the kettle, sanitary ware, setting the tea, warming cups and cups, brewing the tea soup, and dividing the tea. Jian Qingyu's tea-making gestures are skillful and graceful. Her hands are as soft as catkins, her skin is as creamy, slender and snow-white, and she is indescribably beautiful.

Ling Feng couldn't help but be so fascinated that he couldn't even move his eyes.