Fourth Lord's Black Moonlight Queen

Chapter 780 The Poor Bodice Is Single, Worried about Charcoal and Cheap

Chapter 780 The Poor Bodice Is Single, Worried about Charcoal and Cheap
Everyone didn't expose this hypocritical person, Lan Qier only asked him to keep Xiangfu's dowry money, and the marriage letter between Xiangfu and him with the matchmaker's handprint, and then sent him away.

"Peng Qifeng, behind you are the old housekeepers and distant relatives from your mansion who came back to recuperate!"

"They are all leeches who took Xiangfu's hard-earned money, but Xiangfu is the only one who is cast aside by everyone, but you openly accept everyone's respect, because this silly girl is doing good in your name!"

Lan Qi'er threw the unspeakable accounts, or love debts, on Peng Qifeng's face. She was really angry, and she didn't know it.

This is simply Chen Shimei of the Qing Dynasty!

"No need!"

At this time, Peng Qifeng finally understood why he only helped his relatives and the old servants of the Peng family with meager efforts, so that they would remember him every year and festival, and ask for warmth from time to time.

"Let's talk about your paintings again. Do you think your paintings are really so good that they can make Luoyang paper expensive?"

With a light wave of Lan Qier's hand, there were more than a dozen large boxes half a person's height carried by the nurse.

"Come and see, whose masterpiece is this!"

Lan Qier casually opened the box closest to her, and threw the unexpanded scroll to Peng Qifeng's feet.

Having already guessed the answer in his heart, Peng Qifeng looked sad, leaned over and picked up the scroll, took a deep breath, and slowly unfolded the scroll.

This is the first painting he sold on the street when he braved his face and mustered up the courage to sell it on the street.

At that time, he was still a proud and proud son of heaven, using calligraphy and painting to insinuate the injustice of the world, but now it seems that his brushwork is childish and ridiculous.

In the blank space on the side, there were actually two lines of elegant lower script with hairpin flowers.

That's Xiang Fu's handwriting: If you don't go through a bit of cold, how can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms.

Tears fell silently, and he threw himself into the pile of boxes, and everyone watched him unfold the scrolls, crying and laughing at times, and burst into tears in an instant.

This is no champion, he is simply a lunatic, just like Fan Jinzhongju.

"Everyone is dead, who do you still pretend to be affectionate for?"

"For you, she never rests for a day all year round. Even when she is sick, she insists on playing the piano for guests. Her clothes total no more than a dozen clothes, and half of them are clothes that other girls are too fat to wear."

"Everyone is looking forward to earning enough money to eat and clothe themselves warmly, to earn enough money to redeem themselves and go home, to find a good man to marry, but she not only feels that she has fewer customers, but also goes to Zhimei Building to do private work. Just to feed you trash!"

"Do you know how many patches she had on her underclothes?"

Lan Qi'er kicked this pretentious man away, and she was so angry that she went to him with Xiangfu, but she didn't want to be kicked out, and was splashed with dirty water.

With the previous violent temper, how could Peng Qifeng have the life to stand in front of her and talk?

"What tricks do you want to play?"

Unexpectedly, Peng Qifeng, who was kicked into the air, crawled towards Xiangfu's coffin on his knees.

"I want to see her."

"What do you see? She hanged herself to death. When she was found, her neck was almost broken. Her tongue was half a foot long. You don't welcome her in front of her. Now that Xiang Fu has such a respectful face, don't you still want to see her?" Are you vomiting?"

Lan Qi'er cursed and kicked Peng Qifeng away again, going back and forth, but Peng Qifeng still persevered and gritted his teeth and crawled towards Xiangfu's coffin.

In the end, Lan Qier was annoyed, and he stepped harder. He was a frail scholar, but his eyes were staring at being kicked by Lan Qier.

(End of this chapter)

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