Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 118 Single-plank Bridge and Yangguan Road

"Qingyang Hou, do you really think you can escape the whip?"

Hearing the two familiar words, the man with a squirming horse belly showed a confused expression on his face: "Gah?"

Qu Niao lowered his eyelids and glanced at the ugly thing at his feet, and scolded in a low voice: "I didn't tell you, so don't say anything!"

There's a tense confrontation over there. Why is it joining in the fun?
I'm afraid that Fairy Girl won't be able to remember to clean it up, right?
Qu Niao Niao expressed that she felt very tired after raising such a stupid thing.

Marquis Qingyang, who had lost his good fortune, felt his whole body was cold, and it seemed that the few warm energy in his body had left his body along with the red cloud.

What was colder than his body was his heart, and he was silent. He didn't expect that the secret he had perfectly concealed for 18 years would be exposed so easily tonight.

But what about being exposed?He thought about it again, and put on a ferocious smile again on his face with the crimson palm prints.

"The horse's belly escaped from the whip? Hahahahahaha -" He looked up and smiled more and more crazily as if he heard some big joke, "What name do you want to use to sue the official? That I killed Wen Jinliang 18 years ago? Or do you want to say that I killed Wen Jinliang [-] years ago? I took away his life and married his sweetheart?"

He suddenly stopped smiling and turned to look at Ding Zhaoliu. His voice was as gentle as a normal conversation: "Zhaoliu, come and tell them that everything must be evidenced. If you want me to be punished, do they have evidence?"

Ding Zhaoliu fell silent.

Shun's law stipulates that anyone who reports them must provide effective actual evidence, which can be a statement of the victim or a piece of paper signed and signed. The horoscope that Jiang Fuyuan just summoned and Wen Jinliang's remaining good fortune are all Nothingness is not covered by the law.

Even if it is a witness, it must be the testimony of someone who was present at the time of the incident, otherwise it will be suspected of false accusation and will not be accepted.

His father was right, they had no evidence.

Ding Zhaoliu's silence made Qingyang Hou even more proud. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "See, you can't sue me."

The deal is already done, so what if they change their destiny now? Can Wen Jinliang be resurrected?

He rolled his eyes, sat back on the red sandalwood chair, and said contemptuously: "Not only can you not sue me, I can also sue you."

He tapped Qu Niao Niao and Yi Jiaoyan with his finger: "You two are plotting to kill your husband."

Then he nodded again at Jiang Fuyuan: "You, use the technique for personal use."

After saying that, he laughed mischievously: "If you beg me now, maybe I can still let you go..."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Before Qingyang Hou finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Fuyuan, "Do you have any evidence?"

Qingyang Hou was stunned for a moment: "Of course I have it, there are both witnesses and physical evidence..."

As he spoke, he suddenly realized something was wrong. Everyone in the room looked at him as if he were a fool.

In the west wing room, except for him, everyone else was in the same camp...

Outside the west wing...

He turned around to call someone.

Zhong Lianfeng moved very quickly, and when Marquis Qingyang turned his head, he waved his right hand, and a few internal forces turned into strong winds, slamming shut the windows in the west wing.

Jiang Fuyuan smiled slightly: "No, you have no evidence."

Qingyang Hou:...

At this moment, Jiang Fuyuan's soft smile was no different from that of a hellish Rakshasa in his eyes. At this moment, he not only had no evidence, but also had the feeling that he would become evidence of another tragedy in the next moment.

Qingyang Hou couldn't help but swallowed: "What do you want to do!"

This time Jiang Fuyuan shrugged his shoulders, looked at Yi Jiaoyan, and silently handed her the decision-making power.

The pain in Yi Jiaoyan's heart was unspeakable. She wished she could cut Ding Shuoming's body into five pieces to commemorate Wen Jinliang's spirit in heaven.

But she can't do this. She still has a son, and Zhaoliu will still be a long time ago. He can't have a murderer father.

Yi Jiaoyan looked at Ding Zhaoliu beside her, her eyes filled with tears, and her voice was calm and controlled: "Let's make peace."

"What did you say!" Unexpectedly, she would say such words, and Qingyang Hou was stunned.Yi Jiaoyan took a deep breath and repeated calmly: "I said, I want to make peace with you."

"I don't agree -" Qingyang Hou panicked for a moment. He had thought about thousands of endings, but he never thought that Yi Jiaoyan would reconcile with him.

If they reconcile, won't he become a joke in Jingzhou?At that time, everyone will say that he, the Marquis of Qingyang, cannot even keep a wife...

No!

He immediately turned his attention to Ding Zhaoliu for help: "Zhaoliu! Son! Please persuade your mother, let's..."

Ding Zhaoliu closed his eyes and turned his head away, unwilling to listen any more, and said indifferently: "I agree with my mother's reconciliation."

She lost her love at a young age, and was trapped in lies for most of her life by a dishonest person with ulterior motives. His mother should have been brave and brave with a silver gun in her hand, flying freely like a soaring crane, instead of being trapped in this cannibalistic golden cage. Suck blood, be ignored, be humiliated...

Thinking of this, Ding Zhaoliu felt even more distressed for his mother.

His mother is so good, she deserves a new life!

Even the only bloodline was not directed towards him. Qingyang Hou's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. Just when he was about to open his mouth to say something, Yi Jiaoyan took the silver spear and pointed the cold-gleaming silver spearhead at his throat.

Her voice was colder than a gun: "Do you really think that my Yi family is beyond your reach?"

Qingyang Hou suddenly did not dare to speak anymore.

Nanny Lin interrupted at the right time: "Miss, I will start sorting your dowry at dawn, so that not a single thread will be left behind, lest I give some advantage to some bitch."

Qu Niao also said: "The real estate shop that my sister has run over the years has benefited from my sister's dowry, so I should bring it with me. The wealth saved is not just for nothing."

Nanny Lin nodded: "Yes, in other words, in the past 18 years, except for the Marquis's salary and silver, and the property that he had in the house before he married the lady, everything else should belong to the lady."

She reached out and counted them: "But the Marquis's salary and silver are probably not enough for his own expenses. He has not saved a penny."

In other words, except for the title of Marquis of Qingyang, Ding Shuoming no longer belongs to him, so he should leave home!
Qingyang Hou:...

Yi Jiaoyan glanced sideways at him and raised her eyebrows: "Do you have any objections?"

The tip of the silver spear advanced another inch.

Qingyang Hou trembled and shook his head, did he dare to object?Say one more word of opposition, and I'm afraid he won't be able to see the rising sun!
Upon seeing this, Nanny Lin immediately took out a Heli book from her arms, and quickly took out the cinnabar and writing brush from the cabinet shelf nearby and placed them in front of Qingyang Hou.

"Master Marquis, it is better to choose a day than to hit it. Please sign and press your palm prints."

It was actually prepared long ago.

Jiang Fuyuan couldn't help but look at Yi Jiaoyan in surprise. It seemed that everything that happened tonight was not as simple as it seemed.

After Qingyang Hou tremblingly signed his name and pressed his palm prints, Qu Niao Niao immediately knelt down in front of Yi Jiaoyan and begged: "I don't want to be entangled with him anymore. Please take me away with you, sister!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Nanny Lin neatly took out a body deed, which belonged to Qu Niao Niao.

Qingyang Hou had no choice but to sign and take his palm prints.

In just a few hours, he went from having a wife and concubines to being alone.

After collecting the letter of separation and the deed, Yi Jiaoyan said calmly: "I have a small house in Jiudian, and I will consider it as the price for breaking up with you for the past 18 years. You can move there after dawn. From now on , you walk on your single-plank bridge, and we cross our Yangguan Avenue."

Without waiting for Marquis Qingyang to answer, Qu Niao took a step back, revealing his ugly face squirming beside him. The horse's belly stretched out its sharp claws in a very cooperative manner, opened its big mouth, and spat out a ball of smelly black water at the feet of Marquis Qingyang.

Threat is full of meaning.

Qingyang Hou: "...Okay."

When the dust settled, a golden morning light broke through the darkness and entered the west wing through the gap in the window. It was dawn.

(End of this chapter)