(The tenth weak female revenge master and apprentice love and hate the poison doctor killer in the first month of the decade) 267 is about to break out

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Liu Mei wanted to save him, but when she thought of Zhao Jingxian's current situation, she suddenly came to her senses, and she seemed to have forgotten her identity as Mrs. Zhao, forgot that she was a wife, and she had to follow the rules of women.

At that time, Liu Mei also saved a bit of luck: if he didn't alarm, who would rescue Zhao Jingxian? It's just to spare his life, what's the big obstacle? If you say that you are afraid of letting the tiger return to the mountain, where can Zhao Jingxian still be regarded as a tiger now? With all that said, what else is there to worry about?

Thinking like this, Liu Mei thought: Husband, husband already owed one life to him, and he owed another one for Zhao Jingxian, and he should return both lives to him. As long as he raises his hand, he will return it to him himself-but, Liu Mei, Liu Mei, how do you know what your husband means? What does he want?

Ah Cheng saw her expression, thinking that she had been rejected, so she wanted to cry again, but saw that Liu Mei had already called him up: Ah Cheng, do you know where the master's key will be hidden?

At noon that day, the second lady Zhong Ying was also at war with heaven and man, and the news that Zhu Yan quietly came made her almost spurt out a mouthful of blood: This is the case!

It turns out that Zhao Jingxian has always been on this Zhuangzi!

The dead dog turned out to be him! It's Zhao Jingxian!

She thought that one day she would meet him again, and it would be content to take a few more glances as a family member, so she came to Zhao's mansion. However, who would have thought that the executioners who had always served Zhao Jingxian were tortured to the point of not being human!

God is kidding!

Zhong Ying also really understood at this moment: she came to Zhao Mansion not to reunite with Zhao Jingxian after a long absence, but to help him escape from the fire pit. And her husband Zhao Ziliu is the opponent she must be waiting for!

She has no feelings for Master Zhao, but she should fight for favor, and she should fight for house, she has never had only one person in her heart, but she does not resist the days when Zhao Mansion is full of flowers - as a woman, why should a man worthy of his name resist? Since you are married to a woman, no matter how much you belong to your heart, you can't keep yourself like jade.

Originally, Zhao Ziliu was not bad with her, but since that day she accidentally heard about the corner of the wall and caused trouble, her mother, who raised her since childhood, was strangled to death, and she was forced to hide in the Buddhist hall to make a living. This man's heart is cold and hard, which makes her hate and fear, and the warmth when she is a cross-necked mandarin duck in a bed has all turned into resentment, and she doesn't want to be in this situation with him one day. Now that she knows what happened to Zhao Jingxian, Zhong Ying is even more disgusted with Zhao Ziliu - it was actually him who dealt with Zhao Jingxian!

Zhong Ying would rather he kill himself!

She was willing to take Zhao Jingxian's place to suffer so many sins and disasters.

Madame Zhong's courtyard was still as peaceful and silent as ever, but only a few people in it knew that it was already a turbulent and imminent eruption.

Wen Yu's arrival added a lot of tension to this atmosphere, and when she left, Zhong Ying's incense burner on the Buddha hall was full of clouds and mist, curling up, and it was peaceful; The tea on the table was still warm.

In fact, everyone's hearts are extremely anxious, just waiting for a sudden burst of signals, and then fighting for it.

These people, who have little dealings with each other on weekdays, finally twisted into a hemp rope for a common name, clinging to each other tightly, refusing to let go, and only in this matter can they help each other in this matter. The entire Zhao Mansion is as calm as usual, there is no wind or waves, and outsiders look no different, but the ancestors in the ancestral hall of the Zhao family know that one day, this mansion is going to change greatly.

In the afternoon of the same day, Ah Cheng said that there was a place in the village below that because of the rent, and now it was the time when it was impossible to leave, and he had to be instructed by the master to deal with it personally.

It's also a coincidence, it just so happened that the silk village in the north of Jinbei also went wrong at this time: two regular customers who often come and go suddenly came to the door, saying that the goods taken away this time are not successful, compared to the previous ones are not the same at all, we have been dealing with each other for so many years, I didn't expect your silk village to dare to pit regular customers. Do you have any business like that? Don't you want this signboard yet! If you return the money, we won't have to go back.

This one thing alone made Zhao Ziliu dizzy, and both of them were unoffending financiers. So he must have handed over the first thing to Ah Cheng, how big is it? Wouldn't it be nice to have some silver? The latter one, the two owners are already angry, and they will not personally compensate at this time, and they will come forward to deal with it, but they are afraid that they will cut off their own wealth.

So, Ah Cheng was ordered to take Shunzi to Zhuangzi, do it non-stop, and be sure to stop it before it gets worse; Then, he talked to the two distinguished guests about it, and in the end he took a lot of money to calm their anger, which was really tiring!

When Zhao Ziliu came out of the silk village, it was already dark, and although the golden light on the horizon had passed the most brilliant time, it was especially bright in his eyes at this moment, and it was a little painful like a small needle. Such a dazzling light didn't last long, because it was already the end of the crossbow at this time-Zhao Ziliu knew that night was coming.

Master Zhao took the carriage and rushed back, and he was upset by a large mess of things, sitting on the cushion in the car, and a small servant behind him gently beat his shoulder.

The snow was drifting again, and large snowflakes came in through the gaps in the bumpy car curtains, hitting Mr. Zhao's face with a cold wetness, so that he couldn't help but have a cold shiver, but the small stove in his hand was held tighter, as if it was about to disappear as soon as he let go.

The car creaked and stopped at the gate of Zhao's mansion, Zhao Zilu got out of the car, looked up, and could only see a dark night sky, and a feeling of emptiness and loneliness enveloped him. He was inexplicably a little sad and very unhappy: today's piles of piles are coming together one by one, and they are really going to crush him to death.

The Zhao family's industry is becoming more and more like a huge shackle, and he will not give up if he does not carry it, which is really exhausting. Zhao Ziliu wore a snow fox trimmed with blue and red dyed gold relics, covered his hands and looked around, and finally breathed a sigh of relief: I'm home.