daughter in power

Chapter 8 Murder

Feng Qiqi's biological mother, Mrs. Feng, is the daughter of Xin Jianchou, a veteran general of Yu Kingdom.

Back then, when Xin Jiuniang married someone, it was well known throughout the country that the money was generous.

She was married to Feng Liulang, the number one civil servant in the Yu Kingdom.

For a while, it was passed down as a good story by the people of Yuguo.

Xin Jiuniang has an ancestral Qixi Guqin with a white marble qin platform, which is dedicated to composing lyrics of Yaochi and playing songs of Guanghan.

Feng Liulang and her qin and zi sang in harmony, often enjoying themselves in the back garden of Fengfu.

Later, her only daughter Feng Qiqi was born, and she passed the Qixi guqin to Feng Qiqi.

On the Guqin platform, there is also the word "Qiqi" carved by her for her beloved daughter.

Later, the old general Xin Jianchou was persecuted to death by his political opponents, and Xin Jiuniang fell ill.

The maid Cui Lingqiao designed to seduce Feng Liulang, angered Xin Jiuniang to death, dove occupied the magpie's nest, and became Mrs. Feng.

Cui Lingqiao took Xin Jiuniang's dowry and gave birth to Feng Liulang's concubine Fengyue, who moved into the firewood house of Fengfu after Feng Qiqi, who was six years old at the time.

A few years later, Fengyue took over Feng Qiqi's only Qixi guqin.

The word "Qiqi" engraved on the Tanabata piano platform, because of Fengyue's jealousy, has already been carved into mottled marks by Fengyue's dagger.

It's hard to see the handsome "Qiqi" again.

Piaoxue stopped early, and the dowry cars passed by Feng Qiqi one by one.

The bright red color fills the long street, and the festive atmosphere dominates the world.

The common people of Daxia all over the street, no matter whether they envy or despise, can't help admiring the dowry of this subjugated concubine.

They naturally didn't know that most of these dowries were Xin Jiuniang's dowry.

The rest is Feng Liulang's family property, and the rich gold and silver that the old emperor rewarded Feng Qiqi when Cui Lingqiao and Fengyue forced Feng Qiqi to sleep in the palace.

These things originally belonged to Feng Qiqi.

Now, Cui Lingqiao's mother and daughter brought her to Daxia and married Fengyue into Wangmen.

The dowry is huge and enviable, and the Yinlin family cannot underestimate it.

However, all of them were bloody and plundered.

Feng Qiqi's fingers were cold, ignoring the bright red cars passing by one after another, her eyes were only on the piano platform in the distance.

The white marble qin table was crystal clear, so expensive that people dare not look directly at it, and no one noticed a small scratch in the corner.

However, it was like a rouge mark branded on her heart.

Staring at the chaotic scratches, her eyes gradually blurred.

After a long time, a cold tear fell without warning.It landed on the golden square bricks under her feet, smudged with sad patterns, and froze in an instant.

She was a little stunned, staring down at the tears that had condensed into frost, then suddenly raised her head.

The Lin family's convoy had already turned across the street and was nowhere to be seen.The bustling Long Street has returned to its original hustle and bustle.

The woman with gorgeous makeup and the weak scholar all went their separate ways, gradually drifting away, gradually becoming silent.

Feng Qiqi was startled, looked at the entrance of Changjie and chased after him.

At the gate of the General's Mansion, there were thousands of people onlookers.

There were no less than a hundred bright red guards standing on both sides of the red carpet.

Lin Wei'an raised his sword eyebrows, leaped off the horse, turned around and kicked Fengyue's car door open.

Xi Niang hurriedly stepped forward, carrying the bride on her back, and followed Lin Wei'an, step by step, walked onto the red carpet and walked up the steps.

On the other side of the red carpet, the general Lin Shinan and Mrs. Lin were smiling, and stood at the gate of the general's mansion to welcome the bride.

Such a great gift, how many women in the world can't match it.

Standing in the crowd of onlookers, Feng Qiqi heard the people's envious comments, looked at the aloof Lin family, at the newlyweds who covered their red hijabs, and at the dowry carts winding into the gate, with an indifferent expression.

Onlookers said that the wedding was Emperor Wuwei's compliment to Fengyue.

The onlookers said that when the Yu Kingdom was destroyed, the first general to break into the city was Lin Wei'an, and the person who communicated with Fengyue's news was also Lin Wei'an.

The onlookers said that Fengyue and Lin Wei'an are a match made in heaven, a pair of people.

The guards in red surrounded the Lin family and entered the door, and all the dowry carts entered the General's Mansion.

The onlookers picked up the happy money and happy candies, and dispersed one after another.

On the last carriage that entered the mansion, someone gently lifted the curtain.

With a flash of Feng Qiqi's eyes, she saw clearly that it was Cui Lingqiao's exaggerated smiling face painted with lead powder.

Almost subconsciously, the dagger in her hand suddenly jumped out of her cuff.

She held on to the sword coldly, jumped up in three or two steps, stepped on the heads of the people who had not yet dispersed, and jumped closer to the car step by step.

The crowd was in chaos immediately, a guard in red pointed at the man in black in the air, and said in panic, "Catch the assassin!"

She didn't realize it, the sword in her hand was only looking for that proud face.

The dagger pierced into the car window, splashing bright red.

Cui Lingqiao's eyes widened in horror, and the pupils were filled with Feng Qiqi's icy and stunning face.

This is the face she hated for 13 years, hated, bullied, and trampled on for 13 years.

"Catch the assassin..." The guards were still shouting loudly, and their sharp simple knives slashed at Feng Qiqi's thin back.

Feng Qiqi turned over and got up, the dagger slashed across the tip of the nearest man, and jumped onto the roof of the carriage with his strength.

Without looking back, she swooped towards the nearest building on the opposite side of the street, and galloped on the blue-tiled roof with both feet, feeling a joy that she had never felt in many years.

I don't know how long they ran, but the sound of arrests gradually disappeared, and the streets and alleys on both sides gradually narrowed and became silent.

She jumped off the roof, stood on the road covered with bluestone square bricks, and raised her eyes.

The streets and alleys are deserted and there are no pedestrians. The shops are not as bright as the ones on the street just now, but they are also neat and clean.

There is a bun shop facing you, exuding a strong fragrance.

The boss stood in front of the hot steamer, rummaging and picking.

Feng Qiqi hadn't eaten buns for a long time, staring at the snow-white buns swallowed.

She hasn't eaten for two days.

However, she just stood there calmly, stroking the dagger in her sleeve one after another.

This dagger seems to have spirituality after drinking blood.

She stroked it, as if she could feel its eagerness and longing for life.

Unfortunately, she didn't want to let it happen.

Brought to the palace by King Xiaoyang, she was decorated with pearls and jade, but there was no trace of silver.

Standing here at this moment, wanting to buy a steamed stuffed bun but can't.

No money.

She raised the corners of her lips and suddenly smiled.

When the BOSS picked her up, she was squatting in the trash to pick up food.

The memory before the age of five is almost full of hunger.

After the age of five, she became the boss's killing machine.

Since then, I vowed never to go hungry again.

For food, she has a love from the bottom of her soul.

I don't know if it is the fear from the depths of the soul.

She walked forward slowly.

During the fight, the hair on the temples was scattered, and pearls and jade fell.

She raised her fingers and inadvertently touched the pearls on her ears.

"Just out of the oven, steaming buns for three pennies..." the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop yelled vigorously, and the cold streets and alleys immediately became alive.

Feng Qiqi stood still, staring at the steaming buns, bowed her head and said, "Five steamed buns."

The boss raised his eyes, looked at her gray forehead and black clothes with disdain, turned his head away and said, "Steamed buns cost two cents a piece."

She spread her hands.

The boss grabbed the pearl earrings in her hand and held them in front of his eyes to appreciate them carefully.

"Five steamed buns." Her voice was cold.

The boss grasped the pearl tightly, widened his eyes, and yelled loudly: "Where did you come from, skinny Huazi, who dares to enter the city with a messy face? I think you are pitiful, sir. I will reward you with a steamed bun. Get out!"

The steaming steamed buns were thrown hard on the snow, rolling out a shallow trace and hitting her feet.

She looked up.

The boss stared at her arrogantly, covered the pearl earrings in his hand, and cursed: "What are you looking at, why don't you hurry up and get out."

With a flash in her eyes, she squeezed his hand through the steamer.

"Ouch, ouch... forgive me."

The boss bared his teeth, and the pearl earring in his hand fell on the steaming board, while the other hand held the broken left wrist, begging for forgiveness in a low voice.

She looked at him and said nothing.

"Woman, spare my life, girl, please... ouch..." The boss couldn't stand the pain any longer, and screamed in cold sweat.

She let go of his hand and said coldly, "Five steamed buns."

This time, the boss didn't dare to make another mistake, so he hurriedly picked up the kraft paper bag and filled it with steamed buns.

He filled the paper bag until it couldn't hold it anymore, so Fang tremblingly handed it to her.

She reached out to take it, turned and left.

The moist pearl earrings remained silently trapped in a pile of snow-white buns.

……

Out of ten steamed buns, Feng Qiqi only ate one.

She sat on the roof tiles in the secluded alleys of Flowing Fire City, watching the Royal Forest Army running past on the street with cold eyes.

Seeing them holding up the imperial list, they hurriedly passed through the streets and alleys of Liuhuo City, announcing the decree of King Xiaoyang's rebellion and detention.

prison.

Daxia Kingdom is a death row for detaining the children of the royal family.

It is heard that there are two guards in the violent prison, Rakshasa and Yasha, who are cruel and ruthless, and they like to clean up and arrange four criminal laws.

No matter who it is, as soon as it enters, it will go through all the four criminal laws, teaching people to lose a layer of skin even if they are not dead.

Many royal family members who went to prison died in prison before they were convicted, and the clan wailed.

People in the country turn pale when they talk about violent prisons, and their hearts of panic can be described as serious.

However, the violent prison was created by Emperor Wuwei himself, and it was under the direct control of Emperor Wuwei. Even though the royal family was angry, they did not dare to make mistakes.

Now, the king of Xiaoyang conspired to commit a crime, and was thrown into a prison in a fit of rage by the prince.

Emperor Wuwei doted on King Xiaoyang to the extreme, and the prince was jealous and hated for many years.

Now that we have the opportunity, can we not cut the weeds and eradicate the roots and kill them quickly?
The people talked a lot and were very shocked.

Feng Qiqi stood up, looked in the direction of the prison, and could only see stretches of green tile roofs.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, jumped off the roof, and walked along the long street.

……

The violent prison in Flowing Fire City is located at the foot of the imperial city.

There is only an inconspicuous small courtyard, with a row of bare crabapples planted at the door, with coiled branches, silent and dull.

From the outside, only mottled vermilion door panels can be seen.

The wall was not high and had been in disrepair for a long time, Feng Qiqi jumped to the top of the wall.

Inside the wall, there is not a single plant in the huge courtyard. The bluestone square bricks all over the floor are bright, but there are remaining traces of blood in the gaps.

The congestion was black, and there was still a sense of blood in the winter.

Feng Qiqi's eyes flashed, and the eagerness hidden in the depths of her soul emerged again.She gently clenched her slightly hot fingers, and looked towards the east wing.

(End of this chapter)