The ugly concubine of the foolish king

Chapter 170 Five, Shang Liu never thought that Shang Qing'er would suddenly wake up at this time on a snowy night that year. It seems that property is so alluring to her .

For a while, Shang Liu was caught in a dilemma.She was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak.

"Ah Chen, did you hear that Er Niang said that as long as I wake up, you can give me anything, right?" Shang Qing'er naturally saw Shang Liu's embarrassment, but she planned to Push again, and this matter was facilitated.

"Yes, my mother-in-law said just now that as long as you wake up, I can give you anything. My mother-in-law, don't keep your word." Feng Yuchen asked Shang Liu with a smile. , clearly pushed Shang Liu into a dead end corner.

"This..." Shang Liu was at a loss for words for a moment, and didn't know how to answer. She blamed that little hoof of Hong Zhuang for sending her false news, to see how she would deal with her.

"Second Niang, you are Madam Gaoming, what you say must mean what you say?" Shang Qing'er didn't know where she got the strength to sit up, she seemed to be in good spirits and couldn't speak.

"This?" Shang Liu couldn't say a word.

"My lord mother-in-law, I'm going to be the crown prince of the feudal country. From now on, I'll be the emperor of the feudal country. The world is so big, can it be the king's land? Could it be that the mother-in-law thought of it but I can't?" Feng Yuchen pressed on every step of the way. Not a single word is allowed.She was so angry that Shang Liu had nothing to do. No wonder, she had uttered all her big words, so naturally she had no reason to take it back. However, she was unwilling to hand over Shang Liu's house to Shang Qing'er After all, there are not so many secrets in that house.

"I don't feel sorry for the so-called mansion, it's just that the mansion was left behind by the old man, and he let me use it for the elderly. After a hundred years, I will give this mansion to you." Shang Liu finally figured it out. It's a more reasonable explanation. In this way, Shang Qing'er won't be able to force her anymore.

"My lord, go and invite Mr. Wu Yuan from the palace so that my mother-in-law can make a written statement so that I can be a witness." Shang Qing'er became happy when she heard this, and she winked at Feng Yuchen triumphantly, Feng Yuchen knew it in his heart. Thinking about it, Wu Yuan was someone close to Feng Qingcheng. If Wu Yuan became a witness, even if Shang Liu wanted to repent, he didn't have this chance.

"Okay, Qing'er, I'll take care of this matter quickly, come here, please ask mother-in-law to rest in the side room, and wait for Father-in-law Wuyuan to come to the house." Feng Yuchen gave an order, and the little girl next to him did something to Shang Liu. After making a gesture of invitation, Shang Liu scolded herself fiercely in her heart. It seems that it was a mistake for her to come today.

Seeing Mrs. Shang and Liu go out, Shang Qing'er felt a burst of joy in her heart. She had forgotten that she was still a patient?

"Qing'er," after everyone had gone out, Feng Yuchen stretched out his hand, pulled Shang Qing'er into his arms, and hugged her tightly. The feeling was like a treasure that was lost and found again.

"Achen," Shang Qing'er became happy. After waking up from a long sleep, she felt that her whole body was relaxed. This relaxed feeling gave her a feeling of rebirth, "Am I Won't you die?" Shang Qing'er asked innocently.

"No, with me here, you are not allowed to die," Feng Yuchen said domineeringly, the two tightly hugging bodies looked so beautiful, Shang Qing'er chuckled, and with Feng Yuchen The feeling of hugging is really good, very good.

Besides, Murong Xiaomei, she and Ling Feifei stayed in the yard, grabbed the flowers on the side of the road, threw them on the ground fiercely, stepped on them from time to time, and cursed vaguely in the language of the Western Regions .

"Little beauty, what's the matter with you? Does this flower have any enmity with you?" There are already No. 18 flowers, Ling Feifei is such a caring person, how can she see her spoiling this flower so much.

"Then do I have any grudges against you?" Suddenly, Murong Xiaomei ironically spoke of Ling Feifei, her voice raised an octave, which startled Ling Feifei. In his eyes, Murong Xiaomei was not like this people.

"No enmity. What's the matter?" Ling Feifei was puzzled. It is true to say that Murong Xiaomei is cute, but when she is angry, she is even more lovely, making people feel very distressed when they see her.

"But, I have a grudge against her." Murong Xiaomei said such a sentence in Western Region dialect, Ling Feifei didn't understand Western Region dialect, so naturally she couldn't understand it.

"What did you say?" He asked like a good person, but Murong Xiaomei didn't answer her at all.

When she turned her face back, she happened to see Mrs. Shang Liu coming out of the house. She ran away and directly blocked Mrs. Shang Liu, confronting for a long time.

"What are you doing in my way?" Shang Liu asked harshly. She didn't like this uneducated girl. She didn't know why she didn't like it. It was as if Murong Xiaomei was her previous enemy.

"Do you know me?" Murong Xiaomei stared into her eyes and asked Shang Liu.

Hearing this at first, Shang Liu could not help but look at Murong Xiaomei carefully. She had never seen this Murong Xiaomei before, and when she thought of Murong Xiaomei as a person from the Western Regions, she couldn't help but feel a twitch in her heart. shock.

"Old lady, do you remember?" Murong Xiaomei didn't back down a single step, she pressed Shang Liushi step by step, and then looked fiercely into Shang Liushi's eyes.

After all, Shang Liu is Lao Jiang. She has seen too much of the world. Besides, she has been the master of the secret door for so many years. If her willpower is easily disintegrated, she will not be called the door. Lord.

"I don't know you." Shang Liu said bluntly, Murong Xiaomei suddenly laughed, and Ling Feifei stood not far away, listening carefully to the conversation between the two.

"But, I recognize you," Murong Xiaomei said again, "Old lady, do you remember that snowy night..." Murong Xiaomei said harshly, she used the past to guide Mrs. Shang and Liu to think.

"You turned out to be that person's evil seed, you are not dead yet?" The memory of that year became clear in front of Shang Liushi.

That year, on a cold winter snowy night, a little woman in her twenties was holding a child in her arms. The child was only about five years old. The snow was heavy and the wind was fierce. In her arms, crying hard, snowflakes fell one by one, and the little woman walked anxiously, as if, behind her, there were wolves chasing her.

"Good daughter, don't cry, don't cry, if you cry, our mother and I will die, don't cry," the little woman comforted her child, but the child is a child after all, if you are coaxed like this, don't cry If so, then she is not a child.

"Mother, I'm so cold, I want to go home, go home..." The child in his arms tightly grabbed the woman's collar.

"After passing that mountain, we will have a new home. We will never go back to our old home." When the woman said this, her tears fell.

At this moment, three men in black fell from the sky and landed in front of the little woman. The murderous aura around them was a bit more obvious than the coldness of this winter.

The little woman backed away, wanting to turn back, a feeling of fear rose in her heart, but, just as she turned around, she found three more people standing in front of her, there was someone in front of her, and someone behind her , at this time, she is just a dead end.

"Who on earth are you? Why are you chasing down our mother and daughter so hard?" The little woman asked, trembling her body. At the same time, she hugged her daughter even more tightly.

The crying of the child became more violent, the adults were frightened, and the children were even more frightened.

"It doesn't matter who we are, the important thing is that you have to die." The man in black held a long sword and pointed at the little woman. The bright sword pointed at the little woman's face, and the child cried even harder , the little woman had no way to comfort her anymore, she closed her eyes and let her life and death be controlled by others.

"Since you want us to die, let us be sensible ghosts. You have been chasing me and my daughter for a year, and you just want our lives. As for that?" The little woman was not reconciled.

"Since you want to know who it is, then I'll tell you who I am." At this moment, a woman in a pink cloak suddenly descended from the sky, her face was covered with a veil, and her voice , delicate and charming, but in such a charming, there is also a strong domineering.

"You... so it's you..." The little woman wanted to cry, but she never thought that her life would end in this woman's hands.

"Haha, you die." The woman swung her sword and stabbed at the little woman. The daughter in the little woman's arms waved her little hand and twisted her body. The crying stopped abruptly, and the little woman's arms were dripping with blood.

"My daughter, my daughter..." The little woman cried loudly, her blood stained the snow on the ground red, reflecting the moonlight, it was a bit beautiful, but also a bit scary.

"Both of you should die, neither of you can live," the woman ordered, and the long swords in the hands of the men in black pointed at the little woman again.

"Come on, since my daughter is dead, why am I still alive? You don't need to do anything. I will kill myself." The little woman cried, and flew quickly to the cliff on the right, and then, her body The body fell to the bottom of the cliff, and the bright red blood stains dragged the old elder for a long time.

Memories are quite painful for the victim, but they are so pleasant for the perpetrator.

"You're not dead?" Shang Liu said.

"Yes, I'm not dead. If I die, how can I seek revenge from you?" Murong Xiaomei gritted her teeth, and spoke fiercely, and Shang Liu laughed loudly.

"It's okay, I have more enemies, one more you is not too many, one less you is not many, what do you want?" Shang Liu's attitude is that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.