Feng went out frantically and pretended to slip around, and after returning to the inn, he handed the letter she had copied early to Jiang Louyue: "Girl, this is a letter from the prince. ”

The joy on Jiang Louyue's face was obvious, and she took the letter in a hurry, opened it and took a quick look, and wrote a line of words in the complicated words of the Great Yan Dynasty: I like things very much, is there anything else?

The letter paper was a little yellow, there was no payment, and in the dim yellow light, Jiang Louyue looked at the line of words, and could even imagine that the expression of the person when he wrote this line of words must have been thin lips slightly raised, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were raised, and the sheep was dashing and the pen was closed.

That is the peerless demeanor that Mu Liancheng, the prince of Dayan, should have.

Jiang Louyue could smell the faint fragrance of her daughter on the letterhead, but she felt that those phoenixes were contaminated in her arms, she just looked at the chic handwriting, her heart was infinitely happy, and she covered the letter on her chest.

A string of ripples crossed the bottom of my heart.

Seeing this, a smile crossed Feng Qingmad's eyes.

In this way, Feng Qingfang imitated Mu Liancheng's notes, and in the name of Mu Liancheng, she successively took more than a dozen things from Jiang Louyue, she occasionally went to the dark market to sell, and occasionally resold in remote places in the capital, and also saved a lot of silver tickets in her hands.

Thanks to Feng Qing's imitation of the handwriting that was similar enough, it didn't make Jiang Louyue suspicious.

On this day, Feng took a pair of ancient paintings from Jiang Louyue again, and was selling them at the end of Chang'an Avenue at the moment: "Come on, come on, if you are interested, you can take a look, Wen Ming's "Thousand Forest Walking Staff Map" is guaranteed to be genuine." ”

"Little slut! Phew! The owner of a stall next to him spat fiercely, staring at Feng Qing's figure squatting on the ground with an unkind gaze.

This girl came to resell calligraphy and paintings every three or five times, not to mention the cheap price, and all the real works bought were famous masters, and she robbed him of several businesses in a row.

Let him hate it so much that his teeth itch.

"Girl, how do you sell this painting? Is it genuine......" A customer was attracted by Feng Qingfang, and the stall owner looked at this scene with resentment, and then looked back at the calligraphy and paintings on his stall, and suddenly felt evil thoughts in his heart.

Feng said with a hippie smile on his face: "Boss, this is definitely the real thing, the reason why the price is so low is because of ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a cold sneer: "It's because it's a fake!" ”

"You little girl, don't rely on your young age to come to the pit, you see, the seal on this painting is ......" The stall owner conclusively listed a series of evidence, saying that Wen Zhengming's authentic work was a fake.

Feng Qingfang was like a little wild cat with fried hair, jumped up and pointed at the stall owner and scolded: "You spew blood!" Obviously yours is a fake! I painted this ...... It's all left by my father, I'm just in the middle of the road, and I'm forced to sell it at a low price because of my livelihood! ”

The stall owner sneered: "Look at her stammering appearance, if it is really the real thing, is she so weak-hearted?" ”

Seeing this, the stall owner added another fire: "My words alone can't prove anything, in my opinion, it's better to send her to the official mansion and let the lord decide, what do you think?" ”

"Good! Send it to the government! ”

The people echoed one by one, which made Feng Qingfang panic.

If she was really sent to the government, then she wouldn't be cold!

"No, I'm not going! I didn't sell fakes, why did you send me to the government! ”

Feng Qingfang struggled wildly, and suddenly caught a glimpse of an official sedan chair slowly approaching in front of her, she had an idea, and bit the stall boss's hand violently, and then broke free.

She knelt down in front of the official sedan chair with a plop, crying and shouting: "Wronged! The little woman is wronged, and she begs the adult to make the decision for the little woman! ”

"If you have a grievance, go to the yamen to complain, get out of the way quickly, don't block my young lady's way." The accompanying guards said coldly, it was the first time they had encountered such a thing when they traveled in the sedan chair of the Dingguo Mansion.

Feng Qingwu, who was sitting in the sedan chair, heard this familiar voice, frowned, lifted the corner of the sedan curtain and looked out, and saw Feng Qingwu at a glance.

How is she?!

And Feng Qingyan also just raised his head, impartially, and just saw Feng Qingwu's face, his heart trembled violently.

How is the phoenix light dance?

It's really a narrow road, it's over, last time she packed Feng Qingwu and sent it to Mu Beituo's bed, Feng Qingwu must have hated her!

It's cold!

Feng Qingfang was annoyed, but he didn't expect Feng Qingwu to say lightly: "I see that this girl doesn't look like a bad person, there must be some misunderstanding in this, so there is no need to report to the official." ”

Dingguo is a very popular minister, and the sedan chair where the lady in the house travels has the logo of the Guogong Mansion, so the stall owner recognizes it at a glance as the official sedan chair of the Guogong Mansion.

I couldn't care about anything at the moment, so I ran away with his mess of calligraphy and paintings.

And when the people saw this, they scattered.

Feng Qingyan looked confused, with Feng Qingwu's vicious nature, could she be so kind to help her out?

She didn't know what Feng Qingwu had in mind, but when she saw that the stall owner who was pestering her had run away, she quickly got up from the ground and slipped away.

Regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, she will slip away first!

But Feng Qingfang didn't see it, and at the moment when she turned around and ran away, Feng Qingwu opened the sedan curtain and coldly ordered the guards: "Go, take this person back to the Gongfu!" ”

……

Feng Qingfang had just run to the mouth of an alley, and a cold wind suddenly drifted behind her, her neck was cold, and she subconsciously wanted to turn her head, but the moment she turned her head, her neck suddenly hurt.

The world swirled, and she lost consciousness and fainted.

"Shhh

Feng Qingfang subconsciously moved her body, and a sharp pain suddenly spread to her limbs, she opened her heavy eyelids, and found that it was pitch black around her, and she was actually tied to the cross!

Her hands and feet were handcuffed, and the silver tickets and things on her body were also searched, leaving only the bracelet and some jewelry on her wrist.

"What's going on? Could it be the phoenix light dance? ”

Feng Qingfang struggled desperately, but as soon as she moved, her wrist hurt terribly, the iron chain cut her skin, and the red blood flowed down the cold iron chain.

She was in a trance.

But Feng's frantic guess was quickly verified.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a faint fragrance hit, and the slender woman stood against the light, her face was blurry, but Feng Qingyan recognized it at a glance.

Feng Qingwu folded his hands in front of him, holding a whip in his hand, Feng Qingwu could feel the violent aura emanating from his body, like a Shura from hell, his body was covered with the hellish wind.

The cold wind blew across Feng's cheeks, and she couldn't help but shiver.

"Third sister."

Feng Qingwu walked in elegantly, raised her eyes and looked at Feng Qingyan gently, and her voice was soft: "The third sister has been so carefree these days, but my sister has withstood a lot of pressure." ”

She raised her eyebrows and chuckled: "In this case, the pressure that my sister is under these days, how about letting the third sister suffer too?" ”

After that, before Feng Qingmad could react, Feng Qingwu waved a soft whip and slammed it on Feng Qingmad's body, and Feng Qingwu was caught off guard, and Feng Qingwu screamed wildly.

"Ahh

Feng Qingwu didn't expect Feng Qingwu to dare to whip her, the whip was stained with salt water, and it hurt so much that her face twitched a little.

"My good third sister, aren't you quite able to escape, you have the ability to escape now!" The smile on Feng Qingwu's face was extremely enchanting, and she raised her hand and twitched it down one by one.

Each blow was extremely ruthless, extremely heavy, and made a terrifying sound.

"Feng Qing Dance!"

Feng Qing suppressed the pain and screamed, and then a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his lips: "Aren't you tired of bumping into the appearance of a virgin white lotus every day?" That's who you are! It's really vicious! ”

It was obviously painful to death, but Feng Qingfang gritted his teeth and didn't scream in pain, and his pale face was full of mockery: "I also admire you, you can deceive so many people, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to do it!" ”

She clenched her hands tightly and sneered: "What kind of mood would the people of the imperial capital be if one day they knew that the goddess they admired had such a femme fatale face!" ”

Feng Qingwu ignored Feng Qingwu's sarcasm, and lifted her lips and sneered compassionately: "Sister, do you know, after you ran away from the marriage that day, I told the Feng family that you were dead, and now, you are not Miss Feng Family!" ”

"Since the Feng family thinks that you are dead, it is only natural that I will kill you now." Feng Qingwu leaned into Feng Qingyan's ear and laughed fiercely, her voice was cruel and cold, full of hatred.

"It's a pity that you, third sister, as Miss Feng Jiayan, are going to become a lonely ghost, and no one will set up a monument for you to incense, but don't worry, I will often go to see you."

Feng Qingwu's sharp smile echoed in the room, and the fourth lady of the Dingguo Mansion, who was elegant and elegant in the past, was now showing a crazy appearance, and the yin owl was like a ghost.

Perverted madness.

Feng was so mad that his whole body was convulsed, looking at the figure standing in the white veil and laughing maniacally, that person showed a perverted and crazy appearance.

"Feng is crazy, Feng is crazy, even if you are the daughter of the Guogong Mansion, you didn't end up like this in the end."

Feng laughed so hard that he staggered, and tears fell.

The whip fell heavily, one after another, the force was extremely strong, and that posture was really going to whip Feng Qing to death.

Feng Qingyan always gritted his teeth and didn't snort.

As her consciousness blurred, she felt a click, the handcuffs seemed to be opened, and she fell to the ground as soon as she went limp.

His chin was suddenly pinched by Feng Qingwu, and his fingertips sank into Feng Qingfang's chin, causing Feng Qingfang's lips to tremble.

She heard Feng Qingwu murmuring coldly and viciously: "Feng Qingwu, I know you can hear it, I won't let you die so soon, I will slowly torture you, so that your life is worse than death." ”

Feng Qingfang opened her eyes a slit, and while Feng Qingwu didn't pay attention to the stall, she struggled with her last strength, raised her hand to touch a certain place on the bracelet, and saw three silver needles flashing by, submerging into Feng Qingwu's lower abdomen.

"Ahh Feng is mad, you ...... What have you done to me? Feng Qingwu covered her stomach stiffly, the whip in her hand fell to the ground, her abdomen was like a knife, and the pain was so painful that she could only lean against the wall to maintain a trace of strength.

"Bang-"

At the last moment when Feng Qingfang lost consciousness, the door was kicked open from the outside, and the cold shadow appeared in front of her, and she couldn't see who the person was, so she fainted.