The little wife of the peasant prince

Chapter 390 397 Murder

Mr. Li is the son of the minister of the Ministry of War, and he has learned some boxing skills since he was a child, while Mr. Wang is the son of the minister of the Ministry of Rites, and he has not liked swords and guns since he was a child.

Mr. Li punched hard again, Mr. Wang not only had a nosebleed, but also felt his eyes turn black.

But he and Mr. Li have never dealt with each other, and he won't lose if he loses, so he squeezed the whip tightly and whipped it towards Mr. Li.

Inside and outside the house, there was a fierce fight.

Axu watched this scene in the private room opposite, with a slight arc on his lips, nodded at Ying Xiu, and walked towards the backyard.

Mr. Li's flamboyant fists and embroidered legs were violently whipped off by Mr. Wang with the whip in his hand, but it didn't please him.

His fine clothes were ripped open one after another, and Mr. Wang's whip was more forceful than any other whip, until Mr. Li's skin was torn to pieces.

"Damn bastard, what are you, you dare to hit me, don't think that your father is the Minister of the Ministry of War, grandpa is afraid of you! Aren't you Li family all lackeys!"

Anger welled up, and Prince Wang began to speak indiscriminately.

Mr. Li was beaten with burning pains all over his body. The woman he liked was still lying on the side, and he was pointed at his nose and scolded. Who can bear this tone.

"You bastard, try to move one of my fingers again!"

Mr. Li grabbed the whip that Mr. Wang swung, regardless of the burning pain in his hand, he pulled it vigorously, and Mr. Wang fell forward.

There were quite a few people around outside, but no one dared to step forward to persuade the fight.

These are people who can't be provoked, ordinary people, how far away they are, how far away they can hide.

Inside the house, the two wrestled together again.

Da Jun and Ah Qi are holding on to each other desperately, not letting the other party have a chance to lose their strength.

In the messy room, there were a lot of sharp sawdust on the wooden tables and stools that Wang Gongzi had broken before.

When Mr. Li raised his eyes, he saw a blade-like piece of wood standing beside him.

The sternness in his eyes flashed, and he stood up and hugged the prince's body and threw it at the sawdust behind him.

The blood-stained wood penetrated Wang Gongzi's chest, Wang Gongzi couldn't utter another word, his eyes widened, blood flowed from his mouth, and he died completely.

"Ah!" In the crowd, whoever shouted first.

"Killed, killed!"

The whole Xiangxiulou was in chaos.

The ear-piercing scream woke Mr. Li up. He looked at his blood-stained hands, glanced at Lan Yu who was still lying on the ground, finally gritted his teeth, and hurriedly followed the crowd to escape.

Ah Qi looked at his young master's appearance, and felt cold in his heart.

This night in the capital is destined not to be peaceful.

When Master Wang heard the news, he led people to Xiangxiu Tower, reported to the officials to seal Xiangxiu Tower, and went directly to Li's house with Prince Wang's body.

The female family members of the Wang family cried loudly outside the Li family.

Master Li looked at his shivering son in the room with a splitting headache, as well as his wife and mother who passed out from crying, and felt a splitting headache.

"Niezi, Niezi, look at the good things you have done, who is not good for you to kill, so you want to kill the old man's only son, don't you know how difficult he is?"

"You are still in Hualou, you have grown up, and you have read all the books for so many years into the stomach of a dog!"

Master Li cursed at the beginning.

Mr. Li's eyes were red, and there was some anger and horror in his eyes, as well as unwillingness.

"Damn him!"

"Snapped!"

Master Li slapped Young Master Li on the face.

"How dare you say it!"

"Master, you can't fight, we only have this one son!"

(End of this chapter)