"Suicide?!" The ninth sister was shocked, although she found out that Mrs. Mo had an adulterous affair with Second Master Mo, but the Zhao family was not at the point of desperation. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The Zhao family is rich and rich, and controls 80% of the soldiers, horses, and weapons trading operations in Yanzhou, which can be said to be transcendent, even if she makes a big mistake, Mo Qing'an will not want her life, at most he will divorce his wife, or degrade his wife to a concubine.

What's more, they are all nearly half a hundred years old, and the Zhao family only needs an excuse to go to the Lingding Palace to meditate and self-depreciate, so they can save their lives, so why choose to commit suicide.

"The eldest lady has a domineering personality, and it is understandable that she chose to commit suicide when such an ugly thing broke out." Zhu Chengdao, this is also what most people think.

The ninth sister and Zhao Yu glanced at each other and saw the chill in each other's eyes.

"Her death is a confirmed crime." The girl sighed.

Now it is meaningless to track down the cause of Zhao's death, whether Mo Qing'an sent someone to force Zhao to death, or Mo Qing'an did it himself, it is meaningless.

"What about Mo Yingqi?" The ninth sister asked, and Zhu Cheng said: "After all, he is the heir of the Mo family, and the head of the family ordered him to go to the border to serve as the forward general, and he set off overnight." ”

"In such a hurry, you can't even wait to send the Zhao family to the funeral?" The corners of the ninth sister's mouth moved, how much Mo Qing'an hated the Zhao family, and even the son of the filial piety was refused to leave the Zhao family.

Zhu Cheng also seemed to be aware of Mo Qing'an's unkindness, but after all, he was cuckolded, and he was the king of Zhenbei who had been cold all his life, and it was understandable that Mo Qing'an had done some of it.

The night was dark, and Mo Yingqi was escorted to the border alone.

He is still the second young master of the Mo family, but this treatment is not as good as that of ordinary forward generals.

Mo Yingqi trembled, like he was crazy, and he didn't even dare to take a sip of the water handed by the guard.

His lips were shriveled, and he was trapped in the carriage and hugged his knees and wept bitterly.

"Mother, mother, mother......" Mo Yingqi recalled, in a cold sweat.

"It's not suicide, my mother didn't commit suicide......" he muttered weakly, "Father...... It was his father's strangulation, and he ...... it with his own hands Strangled. ”

He hid behind the screen and watched it with his own eyes.

The father is powerful, and the mother is not an opponent at all.

The man's broad and powerful hands tightened the white silk inch by inch, and the mother kicked her legs in pain.

"That's how you strangled her, remember?" Mo Qing'an let go at the last moment, and Zhao Shitong blushed and gasped urgently, "How does it taste?" Mo Qing'an tightened Bai Aya suddenly, and another round of painful suffocation hit.

Men are as cunning and cruel as cats that play with their prey.

"Don't you want her to be sent to the end without one, if you get it, I will demote your son far away, so that he knows that your bones are rotten in the house, but he can't collect your body." Mo Qing Ansen's cold voice was like a cold hell, and those who heard it were afraid.

Mo Yingqi hid behind the screen, and his frightened screams were covered in his mouth.

It's Zhao's nurse.

The nurse hid behind him and told him not to go out.

"Keep looking at the screen, what's behind the screen?" Mo Qing'an didn't know how many times she let go of Bai Aya, Zhao had no strength to struggle, she looked at the screen with her eyes, an old slave rushed out with a porcelain bottle, and was knocked down by Mo Qing'an's fingers.

The porcelain vase clicked and cracked, attracting the attention of outsiders.

Mo Qing'an arranged the scene at this time, and Zhao's nurse also hung on the beam together, making the illusion of a master and servant committing suicide at the same time.

Mo Yingqi collapsed behind the screen, and he didn't even know how he came out from behind the screen.

Mixed in with the crowd, people thought he had rushed in after hearing the news.

Then came the muddy path of exile.

"Mother...... Mother, what should I do, what should I do......" Mo Yingqi cried bitterly.

"This madman is shouting again, the head of the family is magnanimous and spares his life, and he doesn't even know how to be grateful." The guards escorting him sneered.

If he had been, he would have whipped it out.

But now, he didn't even have the golden whip he carried, it was gone.

I didn't even give him a sword, and when I arrived in the border city, did I let him die?

"Mo Qing'an, why are you so ruthless, why are you so ruthless!" Mo Yingqi gritted his teeth, witnessing his mother being tortured to death by his father made his mind a little distorted.

"I can't die, I can't die, I want everyone to know what kind of beast Mo Qing'an is." Mo Yingqi made up his mind in his heart, lifted the curtain tremblingly, and inquired about the escort situation for the first time.

……

In Mo Zhao's small courtyard, the ninth sister tapped her fingers: "Mo Qing'an is really amazing, such a quick disposal, vigorous and resolute." ”

Zhao Yu shrugged.

Mo Qing'an has been gathering momentum for ten years, and once he has been launched, he will use this incident to eradicate all the forces of Mo Erye in one fell swoop.

Exile Mo Yingqi and take over the strength left by the Zhao family, all of this is as beautiful as a textbook.

Now the elders of the Mo family have guessed that this blockbuster is by no means an accident, but designed by Mo Qing'an.

Or, Mo Qing'an had known about Zhao's adultery for a long time, but he had just endured it so far.

"Since this gun has been made, let's do it to the end." Zhao Yu said lightly, and asked Chen Sheng to personally write a letter to the Zhao family to explain everything.

"Do you still know the Zhao family?" The ninth sister was stunned: "Could it be that you are also surnamed Zhao?" ”

She really didn't know the origin of An Linghou, after all, she was just a concubine before, and it was already good to know An Linghou, how could she inquire about the origin of others.

"Even if the ninth sister doesn't have amnesia, she shouldn't know that Zhao Yu's Zhao and this Jizhou Zhao family are a Zhao." Seven Dao said with great interest: "If it weren't for Zhao Yu Chengjue, I wouldn't have known that he still has such a big background." ”

The more the ninth sister listened, the more confused she became, but she grasped one important point.

"Zhao Yu, your name is Zhao Yu......" The ninth sister muttered, her face flushed a little.

It turned out that what she pronounced Yu was really not her surname, but ...... Men's names.

"Haha, I know! Your previous name was Xiaoyu, and you must not forget Zhao Yu. The seven knives laughed, Zhao Yu was very satisfied, seemed to remember the tiptoe kiss yesterday, and strode towards the ninth sister.

"Stop!" The ninth sister flexibly jumped back, regretting very much, why did she do that kind of stupid thing at that time.

"You'd better tell me who you are." The ninth sister diverted the topic.

Zhao Yu took off a seemingly ordinary copper ring on the middle finger of his right hand and handed it over.

"With it on, you might be able to sound something." Zhao Yu said lightly.

The key spirit said that the ninth sister is now a powerhouse in the realm of witches, and the Shangguan family's tripod is sealed in her body, so she should not be sick, so her amnesia should not be due to physical reasons, but something is missing, suppressing her memory.

And it may well be the missing part.

"Okay." The ninth sister trusted Zhao Yu very much, and reached out to take the copper ring.

In an instant, the copper ring slid into the girl's skin like flowing water.

The ninth sister's eyes widened in surprise, and the young man in the gorgeous costume in front of her instantly blurred, replaced by a rebellious young man in black.

Standing in front of the small door of the Xia family, it was the first time the two of them met.

"Zhao Yu ......" flowing memory, wrapped in a silver-white torrent.

"I ...... Crossed? ”