Da Qin: I became friends with Zhao Zheng

Chapter 399 Chapter 390 Six, bloody house fight
"I guess it's not over yet. Please tell me quickly, but don't hang on me~"

Seeing that Zhao Zheng didn't want to continue talking, Yao Xing reached out and pushed his arm. Regardless of the fact that he was now wearing men's clothing, he just started to act coquettishly.

Zhao Zheng glanced at Yao Xing, whose nails were still stained with bright red Kou Dan, and sighed helplessly: "You are the only one who still pretends to be a man, look in the mirror and see if you believe it or not!"

Yao Xing has already come out, and his goal has been achieved. He doesn't care what he does, and continues to act coquettishly: "Oh, come on, tell me, there is no one else in this box anyway!"

“After the incident, the madam was arrested and confessed everything. Only then did we know the cause and effect.

When the old madam was young, she was the elder's foreign wife, and she was pregnant with a child. She was just waiting for the elder to give her a title.Unexpectedly, the elder was afraid of his wife, so when his wife found out, he aborted the child and forcibly sold the old madam into a brothel.More than ten years later, the girl became the boss, and she directly targeted the elder's only son, and used various means to seduce him, which led to this situation.

The elder also recognized the old bustard and guessed the poisonous plot. He became angry and wanted to kill the old bustard, but was accidentally killed by his own son.When she confessed, she was still unwilling to let the person who killed her child go to the underworld to make amends for her child.

The reason why I know this is because the elder's first wife is a member of the Ying clan. "

Zhao Zheng simply told the rest of the story, and Yao Xing was stunned for a moment. This plot really deserves to be heard after traveling through time.You wouldn't dare to film it like this in TV dramas, right? The old madam is at least a dozen years older than the prodigal son. How can the prodigal son be so lacking in love when he has a mother?

"Is that old bustard good-looking?" Yao Xing said with a gossipy face.

I really can't imagine how beautiful a person can do this. I have been pampered for so many years and have never stayed up late a few times. I also have fine lines. Doesn't that mean women never age?

Zhao Zheng frowned, and Yao Xing knew that he was helpless again.Really, they have been married for so many years, and they are still acting like this. If Yao Xing didn't know what kind of virtue he had when he took off his clothes, he would really believe his seriousness.

"Are you some kind of stubborn master? You frown when you have nothing to do, as if you are trying to preach!" Yao Xing rolled her eyes at Zhao Zheng

But the emotion disappeared in an instant. Yao Xing rolled her eyes and turned away, then immediately turned back with a smile on her face: "Tell me, is the madam good-looking?"

Zhao Zheng poured a cup of tea for Yao Xing to moisten his throat.Although he was the one telling the story, he preferred Yao Xing to be quieter.

"How do I know what she looks like? Do I need to personally try this kind of case? A memorial was sent to my court, and I just took a look. I don't even know her name. How can I know what she looks like? What does it look like?”

Yao Xing was a little disappointed. Why was he so rigid and not gossiping at all?No one else would have seen this woman who was old but still charming, but he didn't care.

"Then what happened in the end?" This was already the last question, because the story had been told and no gossip was heard.

This was difficult for Zhao Zheng. He had no time to remember these things. He thought for a long time before speaking: "Both of them were sentenced to death. This brothel changed owners, and the clan girl returned to her parents' family. The Mo family was a traitor because of He leaked the drawings and bore the compensation and funeral expenses of the deceased...it seems that he also lost a lot of other things."

(End of this chapter)