Quickly wear a little tease: the female protagonist is pretending to be a boss again

Chapter 115 My son, your design is broken (60)
Nongying is the only bargaining chip in Xiao Bochang's hands, not to mention that Nongying is just a cover.

At present, Fu Xi does not bow his head, so he can only think of a way.

He thought that Qi Zhiyan's mother was born in southern Xinjiang and was used to witchcraft. Although she was dead, at least Qi Zhiyan had learned a little bit from her when she was young.

At the beginning, Qi Zhiyan received Xiao Bochan's order, put on Fuxi's golden armor, put on his mask, and held his long sword in his hand, causing the general's mansion to flow into rivers of blood overnight.

Qi Zhiyan still can't control people's mind, let Fuxi do it himself, but he can use the magic tricks to turn everything he made into Fuxi's memory.

So, until his death... Fu Xi thought he owed Nong Ying himself.

Fuxi, whose name is Wanqing.

It was the word he personally chose for himself in the year he reached the crown.

In his short life, the first half of his life was waiting for his little girl to grow up, and the second half of his life was repenting for his little girl.

Fuxi, I never thought about myself.

Gently stroking the bright red wedding dress, a faint smile appeared in Nongying's eyes.

Suddenly, she retched.

After reacting for a while, she put her hand on her lower abdomen and stroked it twice gently and gently.

The faint smile in his eyes gradually turned into sadness.

She wanted to keep a child for Fuxi before, but now...she might not be able to do it.

After stroking again, she said in a soft voice: "Baby, it's all my mother's fault, you stay with my mother and confess to your father, okay?"

That day, Nongying put on another wedding dress she had prepared, with the most exquisite red makeup and the most extravagant phoenix crown, and stepped into Fuxi's mourning hall.

The servants of the Young Master's Mansion were in chaos, and they wanted to stop her, but Wu Ling was there.

Nongying said: "You all go out, I'll talk to him."

Wu Ling hated her, but he had to follow Fuxi's order.

In the end, only Nongying and Fuxi who lay down in the coffin were left in the mourning hall with floating white shadows.

Perhaps the heavens were reluctant to take Fu Xi away. At this time, he was lying quietly, even the last sleeping appearance was meticulous, just as if he had fallen asleep.

Nongying raised her pale fingertips, and lightly touched his face, already a little stiff.

"Brother, I am sorry for you."

"Brother, I want to marry you. Look, do I look good?"

"Although...it's too late..."

Fuxi's nanmu coffin was very large, or in other words, Nongying's body was very small, so she could easily fit in it.

Holding a red string in his hand, one end was tied to Fu Xi's middle finger, and the other end was tied to his own middle finger.

She held Fu Xi's hand and placed it on her abdomen, her voice trembling slightly, she said: "Brother, may I take the child to confess with you?"

At some point, she took a fire folder in her hand and threw it into the coffin where she and Fu Xi lay together. When the hem of her clothes touched the open flame, it spread instantly.

It was bright red, like a giant beast with its bloody mouth wide open, swallowing both of them in seconds.

The swaying wind poured in from all the windows, the candles on the altar flickered, and when the white veil touched it, the flames overflowed, and the mourning hall covered in white was gradually swept by the flames.

She tied a red rope with him, will they meet again in the next life?

Her ashes are fused together with him, so no one can separate them anymore?

She is willing to use her gods to repent, hoping that in the next life, she will love him more.

In a trance, everything seemed to return to when I was young.

The high-spirited young man on a tall horse smiled brightly and said, "My child, when you grow up, I will marry you and go home."

(End of this chapter)