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The lantern porcelain pot ping-pong was shattered to the ground, the blood of the two parties who were accidentally injured flowed into a stream, and the dead bodies were thrown everywhere like killing pigs.

The merry guest Qinglou girl screamed to avoid it, the old bustard was distressed about the business and cried heartbreakingly, the Wang family's entourage was like a vicious dog, and the more they bit it, the more red their eyes became, and the little girl in Huajian Lou also had his head pinned to the belt of his trousers, and he waved his fists and feet with his life.

Xin Yi was protected by the little girl in Huajian Building, and he didn't even hurt the corners of his clothes for a while, which made Wang Wenying so anxious that he was like a hungry dog, and howled: "Fools! They are all fools! You can't even kill a woman! Get out of the way! Let Lao Tzu come!"

After that, Wang Wenying actually flicked his sleeves, snatched the sword of an entourage, and personally rushed towards Xin Yi with his sword: "Cheap woman! Lao Tzu wants to cut off your head and kick it as a bow! I will also cut off your limbs and make you an adult for a dog to bite!"

The already chaotic scene was even more chaotic.

Wang Wenying personally used the knife, which made the Wang family and a group of people anxious. "Adults just watch the show" and "Adults sit high on the side, waiting for the little ones to take their lives" The persuasion is like thunder, for fear that Wang Wenying will be implicated and injured, and no one will be able to escape the involvement.

However, Wang Wenying's eyes were red, and the anger at the bottom of his eyes was almost condensed into substance, and he kicked away the blocking entourage a few times left and right, and his body in his early thirties was like a fat wolf with green eyes, and he pounced fiercely towards Xin Yi.

"Protect the Junjun!" slammed into the sky.

"Wang Wenying, you dare!" Xin Yi was in a hurry, and he also shouted angrily.

"I'm going to kill someone!" the onlookers were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat.

Wang Wenying stretched out his hand with a small coat, opened his mouth when he had a meal, when did he touch a real knife in his hand, but now he is really moving, but he is full of uncoordinated movements, coupled with the chaos around him, Xin Yiyi has not touched the corner of his clothes, he has messed up his pace, and his center of gravity is tilted outward.

"Lord Wang, be careful!" several people exclaimed at the same time.

However, it was too late.

The sound of the last word "heart" had not yet dispersed, and before the retinue of the rescue could reach out, he heard a click, and the wooden appendix was smashed by the man's fat body, revealing a large gap.

Immediately, Wang Wenying fell like a scale.

There was a muffled sound, and the ground of the Flower Building shook three times. Everyone looked at it again, and Wang Wenying was already lying motionless on the ground floor.

The Flower Room Building is a "well" shaped pavilion, surrounded on all sides, with a courtyard in the middle, and a stage facing the lobby on the ground floor. Wang Wenying fell from the second floor to the stage on the ground floor.

There was a moment of dead silence, and everyone was stunned for a moment. However, after half a moment, everyone frantically rushed to the ground floor.

"How are you, Lord Wang?" "Someone, come here, inform the palace, spread Langzhong!" The frightened cries and the rescue of the people from all walks of life were in a mess, and more than a dozen Langzhong were rushed like ducks.

However, when everyone found out that Wang Wenying only had air in and no air out, Huajian Lou fell into a terrifying silence again.

Wang Wenying's pupils were dilated, his face was dead white, and he was lying there stiff like an iron cast, and the green-headed flies in the kitchen of the back garden couldn't wait to stop on his nostrils.

"Lord Wang has gone!" Lang Zhong and the Wang family's entourage howled and cried as if they were mourning.

"It's over, it's over! It's really fatal!" The people in Huajian Lou were directly frightened, and they frowned, their eyes flickered, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

Xin Yi's nails suddenly pinched into her palms, causing her heart palpitations.

Something went wrong. She naturally knew that something big had happened, and Wang Wenying had died. However, he fell from the second floor to the stage, and there was a red velvet carpet on the stage, and he died in an instant like a doll.

"At such a height, no matter how seriously injured you are, it is impossible not to be so fast. Unless he is a dying old man, how could he have lost his life! Wang Wenying is in his early thirties, young and strong, and there is no reason to die no matter how injured he is!"

Xin Yi frowned and muttered, her eyes kept wandering on the second floor and the stage, and she even went up and down the stairs a few times in person to confirm the height, which only deepened the doubts in her heart.

A height that can cause the most injuries, how can it be fatal. Or an instant death.

However, there was no time left to sort out the reasons for her. Because Wang Wenying died in front of her, and indirectly at her hands.

Even if Wang Wenying fell to his death, the cause was also due to the old enemy "Huai'an Junjun", and the Wang family's minions naturally couldn't survive this time, and the bigger account would be counted on the head of "Huai'an Junjun".

If it weren't for the conflict caused by the Junjun of Huai'an, Wang Wenying would not have quarreled to kill. If he hadn't been clamoring for killing, he wouldn't have gone into battle with his own knife. If he hadn't used his knife to go into battle, he wouldn't have stepped on his empty feet and fallen.

Counting the knot between the Wang family and Xin Yi again, it used to be noisy and noisy, but there was no substantial damage, but now that a human life is on the table, this meaning is different.

Wang Wenying, the third imperial historian, died.

Wang Jian's son Wang Wenying died.

There is a high probability that the next person to die will be "Xin".

Xin Yi trembled, suddenly tired of cold sweat, and a strong life-and-death crisis was under her head, which made her breathe in an instant, and her face turned pale.

Crisis. A life-and-death crisis. Not just her, but the whole of Xin. It is a crisis that she Xinyi has never faced, and the entire Xinfu is cut and rooted, and the old accounts and new accounts are calculated together.

Sixteen-year-old Xin Yi felt fear for the first time, it emanated from every pore of her, and the instinct of death, she saw a bright red river of blood flowing from Xin Mansion to her feet.

Oblivion her.

Annihilate the entire Xin Mansion.

This flower room building is messy, but the tea house facing the street is quiet and peaceful.

Somewhere in a private room facing the street, the bead curtain silver hook roll, a pear wood warped head case, a pot of hot tea on the case, a teacup, and the misty white mist of purple bamboo shoot tea smoked the Ru kiln porcelain a little green.

Fengxian sat alone on the side of the desk, sipping tea without a match, her eyes fixed on a mansion not far away, and there was an ebony plaque "Xin Mansion" hanging on the door of the mansion.

"Only one teacup?" a leisurely male voice sounded, and then a fingertip reached out to grab the phoenix's teacup, as if to take it for himself, "Then I have to borrow yours." ”

"What are you doing here? A teacup, I have no guest. Feng Xian slammed down the man's hand, and his voice was as cold as a block of ice, "Mr. Fu Long, Liu Zhen." ”

Liu Zhen is dressed in a plain shirt and deer fur, wearing a hat, and stepping on mango shoes, like a hermit master wandering in the forest, so simple that there is little soup and little water, and he can't see that he is the world-famous Mr. Fulong.

"How many times have you said that you should call me senior brother. Liu Zhen didn't blame Fengxian for her faux pas, but naturally pulled out the crescent stool and sat on the other side of the wooden table, "I just came to ask for a cup of tea, but I didn't mean to see you." You have been in Chang'an for a few months, and you only ran to Li He, and you didn't tell me. You happen to meet me today, and you can't blame me. ”

Liu Zhen said lightly, and the eyebrows pretended not to care about the ground, but the corner of his eye secretly glanced at Feng Xian, paying attention to every reaction of the woman.

Feng Xian squeezed out a sneer from her nose: "What if you are intentional? What if it happens? It has nothing to do with you when I enter Chang'an, and it has nothing to do with you when I come to the teahouse to drink tea, why do you bother to explain it first, it looks like a thief with a weak heart." ”