Unitary time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAfter the rain, the brilliant golden light spreads in the sky, as if to indicate something.

Wang Yuanwai knew that the Wang family was declining. This should be the last time he will go to the ancestral hall to offer incense, I don't know who will come to worship this Wang ancestor in the next year?

He took the incense from the green wood cabinet next to the incense case and lit it, and after three bows, the king reverently inserted it into the incense burner. Qing Yue watched from the sidelines, this was the first time she felt that there was something cute about this bloated king.

"Let's go, Wang Yuanwai" Seeing that he had already done it, Qingyue reminded him.

"You go, I want to stay here" His voice couldn't hear joy and sorrow, and Qingyue was a little surprised. In her cognition, Wang Yuanwai should not be like this. She had already imagined a hundred kinds of stalking and hysteria outside the king, but the only thing she didn't expect was that he would be so calm and left alone in this empty ancestral hall. Such a calm seems to have put life and death aside, but shouldn't people like him be the most afraid of death? Qingyue intuitively felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't think clearly.

With doubts, Qingyue left the ancestral hall of the Wang family.

Wang Qingyi was put in a coffin, and at this moment he stopped in the Lingzhu Courtyard where he lived, and only Zhu Xiu was guarding by the side. As for the maids up and down the palace, the masters of each courtyard went to the front hall. The whole mansion was like a huge tomb, quiet and terrible.

Without Wang Yuan by his side, Qingyue didn't have to fool him with gags, so she didn't care about the people gathered in the hall, she went back to the West Chamber, and the previous problems had already been thrown aside by her.

The afterglow of the sunset hit the roses in the courtyard of the West Wing, which was so beautiful that it was suffocating, and Qingyue leaned over and lowered her head.

The fragrant fragrance of the rose emanated from the tip of her nose, and the knot in her chest was released, and Qingyue grinned at the corners of her mouth.

Suddenly, her smile froze on the spot, and even a chill ran down her spine.

She finally knew what the problem was, it turned out to be the three incense sticks.

Sure enough, she is a newcomer to the rivers and lakes, and she is really no match for people who have been immersed in officialdom for many years like Wang Yuanwai. I thought that this king was just a wine bag and a rice bag, but it turned out that he was underestimating the enemy?

Qingyue smiled bitterly and shook her head, afraid that she was going to fall into the gutter this time. However, how do you know that you can't get out of it without trying?

The three incense sticks are Brahma incense, and the family of the official eunuch family is often used to worship the ancestors, so she didn't feel anything when the king took it out, and the Wang family can be regarded as a heirloom in this Jincheng, and it is nothing new to use this incense. It's just that she was careless, but she forgot that the mixture of brahma incense and rose flower fragrance has the effect of dispersing power.

Borneo has a strong fragrance and is expensive, so few people in the rivers and lakes use this recipe, and it is because of Qingyue that they did not think of this. In this Wang family's house, roses are planted all over the place, and I have inhaled Borneo incense before, so I can't think of planting tricks in this mansion.

Qingyue can only do some fist and foot kung fu, and it's okay to fight a few thieves. It's just that she has been passed on to her internal strength, and her internal strength is deep and light, which is rare in the world, and this is a stunt she uses to escape for her life. Now that her internal strength has been dissipated, not to mention that she can only punch and kick, even if she is a generation of heroes, without internal strength, she can only wait for death.

It seems that Wang Yuanwai wants her to accompany them to the funeral, Qingyue's face is gloomy, this Wang family's affairs are really not easy to mix, if it weren't for Wang Qingyi, she could have come to take the key and enter the small vault after the Wang family was destroyed, so hard work?

Qingyue thought hatefully, but suddenly heard a faint cry and scream from the direction of the front hall. Qingyue knew that it must be that he was coming.

Qing Yue hurriedly ran into the house, thinking about how good her chances of escaping the catastrophe were.

He is not a member of the Wang family, although the sacrifice clearly wants the lives of one hundred and thirty people in the Wang family, but he also did not say that he would not kill others? If you appear here at this juncture, the possibility of the festival letting you go is almost non-existent.

What to do?

I blame myself for being careless, I thought it would be easy to achieve my goal, so I didn't bring anything when I came to Wang's house, and now I don't have an antidote by my side, how can I restore my internal strength?

Qingyue regretted that she died, and she relied on the inviolability of a hundred poisons, and ran out to walk the rivers and lakes at the light power table, but she forgot that the incense did not belong to the category of poison. Not only that, but also carelessly fell into the incense and lost the internal strength.

I still have to think about helping my sister, how can I help my sister like this? Before the Wang family's affairs were clarified, they recklessly mixed in, and they didn't know how deep the Wang family's water was? How many people are involved in this feud? How can I be so stupid!

Grabbing the sword that the Wang family had prepared for himself on the desk, Qingyue ran towards the back door.

At this time, the sky was dark, and there was no light in the glass lamp under the corridor, and Qingyue walked forward in a hurry but accidentally tripped and fell to the ground. Rubble cut through his arm, blood soaked his sleeve.

Qingyue broke out in a cold sweat, and her arm hurt her heart.

She knew that she couldn't stay longer, so she pressed the wound with her other hand, and Qingyue got up and ran forward with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

Lingzhuyuan.

Zhu Xiu listened to the faint mournful cry, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Respectfully kowtowing in front of Wang Qingyi's coffin, Zhu Xiu picked up his sword and turned around and walked towards the west chamber.

The previous son was clearly fine, if it wasn't for Qingyue, how could this be? He obviously smelled a faint fragrance in the Qingyue House, which was different from the incense burning in the house, although it was very light, he still smelled it, it was the smell of the highly poisonous summer grass.

He has done so much, and he does not hesitate to betray the Wang family to save his son, obviously as long as he completes this task, the lord will help him cure his son's illness, but he didn't expect ......

Zhu Xiu clenched the sword in his hand, he would definitely not let go of Qingyue.