"Slap", a crisp slap echoed in the air, Qingjiao covered her beaten cheek in surprise, "You.... You dare to hit me"?

"It's already light to beat you, if it weren't for your kindness at the beginning, there would be a corpse floating in Minghu Lake tomorrow", Murong You pushed Qing Jiaojiao away fiercely, and flicked his shirt in disgust, hey, it seems that he is going to make clothes again.

"Good nature? Hehe, there are so many women in Murong Tianming, I think that the night I was accepted into the mansion, it was as sweet as honey, the mountains and the sea swore an oath, and my ears and temples were grinding, but now what do I get"? Qing Jiaojiao burst into tears, and the makeup on her cheeks spread with tears.

"That's your own choice, and you can't blame others."

"Yes, yes, it's my own choice, compared to those women outside who have no reputation, we women are already in the blessed, brocade clothes and jade food, silk and satin, but Murong Tianyin has endless concubines, and now there are twenty-eight wives and concubines in the house, how many women want to die alone"?

"You'er has no right to comment on uncle, the fifteenth aunt should go back to the room and go to bed", Murong You walked away without looking back.

Qing Jiaojiao looked at Murong You's distant back, smiled bitterly, and after laughing twice with her back to the sky, she jumped into the Yuanming Lake, the water splashed, and the startled maids hurriedly ran over, the lake water quickly flooded Qing Jiaojiao's mouth and nose, and when the maids rescued her, she had already choked her breath.

Wanqing Pavilion

"Let's go to the mass grave and bury it", Rou Wanqing lightly dismissed the maid who came to report the funeral, in her opinion, it is very common for Murong Mansion to die.

Mass graves, how many wives and concubines in Murong Mansion, after the tragic death of the maid, were hastily buried here, and there are not even fast tombstones.

Murong Mansion, the things in the backyard have always been the master's mother, Murong Tian is dissolute by nature, and he is full of flowers and grass, there is a lady who can take care of the backyard for him, he can't be grateful, how can he blame her for the death of a concubine, besides, Rou Wanqing is the cousin of the prime minister of the dynasty, although Murong Tianming is the richest man in Linlang, and his family business is all over the country, but, at present, he must be afraid of three points.

The air in the early morning is exceptionally fresh, there is no exhaust gas from the factory, there is no exhaust gas from the car, and the fragrance of flowers wafts everywhere, which makes Murong Tianran feel like returning to nature, under the old eaves, the two figures are busy back and forth, Murong Tianran's wound has been detached and healed, and he is now training with Xiao Tao in the courtyard.

"Miss...... Little Peach is no good, you ..... You can rest too", Xiao Tao panted and leaned against the big tree, her delicate cheeks dripping with sweat.

Murong Tianran ignored Xiao Tao's words and continued to run far in the courtyard, the courtyard was not big, so she made a plan for herself: 300 laps a day, 200 push-ups, 200 sit-ups, 200 squats, and she also said: This is just the beginning.

This body is too immature, it is not too late to develop training, as long as you continue to improve and train, you will one day recover your former physical strength.

"Miss, I heard that the fifteenth lady of Qingjiao Courtyard committed suicide by jumping into the river yesterday", during lunch, Xiao Tao gossiped while pulling the rice in the bowl.

"Suicide is the best choice", Murong Tianran glanced out the door and said lightly.

After lunch was finished in a rigorous atmosphere, Murong Ranran leaned on the side of the bed, suddenly raised his head and shouted into the air: "Shadow."

"Huh", the black shadow quickly fell from the beam, "master", he lowered his forehead and knelt on the ground respectfully.

"Have you been in my room all day? Is that my naked body also seen by you?"

The cheeks covered by the black cloth instantly turned red, and he hurriedly explained: "No.... subordinates don't dare".

Murong smiled evilly, and immediately said solemnly: "From now on, you go to guard outside the courtyard, and don't go to my room without my orders."

"Master, I can't help it, my wife ordered her subordinates to live and die without leaving Miss's side, and her subordinates don't dare to disobey."

"My mother is my mother, and now, your master is me, do you understand"?

"Yes, my subordinates obey orders", the shadow replied, reluctantly walking towards the door.

"Don't you have a name"? Murong Qianran blurted out in the moment before the shadow opened the door.

"Shadow, unworthy of a name".

Murong Qianran frowned slightly, what kind of rule is this? What does it mean to be undeserved? Then he said: "Pass my order, from now on, each of the killers in the Assassination Hall must have his own name, and violators will be killed."

Flattered, the Shadow fell back to his knees, "Yes."

"Night Rain, your name will be from now on".

"Thank you for the name", Yeyu excitedly bowed to Murong three times and knocked nine times, and then exited the door.

Night rain, Mo Ranran's favorite song: The night rain flies over the weeping willows, listening to the tranquility of the night, the water bends like a dream, why does it seem to be sorrowful.......

Day after day, a year has passed in the blink of an eye, and it is another season of spring flowers, everywhere is full of warmth, a few birds are constantly frolicking among the branches, the lotus flowers by the pond are waiting to be released, the peach blossoms are flying, ten miles are fragrant, and the petals are scattered on the cobblestone path, as if the heavens are beautiful.