He was lazy and walked slowly towards Qiu Wen:

"When Sister Qiuwen beat my little wine, did she ever think that it was too polite? My little girl, when will it be your turn to teach?

"When you were a minion for the Li family and got poison to assassinate me, did you ever think that it was too rude? After all, I'm also the master of this mansion, right? ”

The young man's voice is warm but clear, like a jar of peach blossom wine brewed in a cold night.

Qiu Wen had a chill down her spine, stared at Xiao Tingchen, and subconsciously retreated, "You, what do you want to do?" This is Rong'an Temple, and it is the territory of the lady! If you dare to mess around, Madame, she will not let you go! ”

The spring rain was blown into the verandah by the cold wind.

The blue hem of the bellflower robe hunted with the footsteps of the young man, and a long string of fine water droplets were carried on the side of the clogs.

But in the blink of an eye, a young man with a clear tobacco smell appeared in front of Qiu Wen.

The cold and red lips came to her ear:

"When Sister Qiu Wen beat my little wine, she once said that I was useless, if I dare to give her a head, you Qiu Wen chop off her head?"

He seemed to be joking, and there was a little ambiguity in his tone, like a whisper between lovers.

Thunder struck.

Qiu Wen saw that his good-looking peach blossom eyes were full of evil, like a demon.

And the momentum he exudes is something she has never seen before!

She finally understood that this concubine was not as simple as she and his wife thought!

The big girl who has been in charge of Rong'an Hospital for many years finally can't bear this pressure.

She fell to her knees with a "poof"!

She looked terrified, "Childe, slave, slave......"

Before she could say that, a cold iron cone, which was thinner than her little finger, pierced decisively through her Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Qiu Wen looked up in horror.

The young man in front of him had no pity on his face, and some were just calm and careless.

The red blood slipped from the Tianling cover and snaked down the center of the eyebrows, lining the woman's fair and beautiful face, which looked very terrifying in the dim light.

Xiao Tingchen pulled out the cold iron cone.

The cold iron cone was no more than half a foot long, and he wiped it clean and then skillfully pushed it into the fine smoking gun.

From the outside, the dark purple and gold smoking gun is delicate and exquisite, and there is no trace of a hidden weapon at all.

The woman's body in a pool of blood twitched a few times.

Before Qiu Wen died, she still stared at Xiao Tingchen with big eyes.

As if incredulous,

I was killed by a concubine who I used to look down on!

His movements are so decisive and neat, where does he look like a reader who has been sick for a long time and has no power to restrain his chickens?!

Xiao Tingchen lifted the hem of his robe and squatted down in front of Qiu Wen, who was staring at him.

The white thin fingertips caressed Qiu Wen's neck, he studied it carefully for a long time, and suddenly smiled, "I should have cut off your head and give it to Xiao Jiu'er as you said, but my sister is timid by nature, and when she sees such a scene, she can't say that she should feel bloody." That's it, and you'll keep your head for you. ”

After speaking, he got up and brushed his sleeves and left.

After just taking a few steps, the young man suddenly stopped and glanced sideways at Qiu Wen.

He raised an eyebrow and took a few steps back.

The clean moire soap boots were slowly lifted.

The next moment,

Suddenly stepped on Qiu Wen's head!

With a "bang", the face that was once beautiful in the pool of blood was instantly torn apart!

He actually stepped on Qiu Wen's head alive!

The garden is full of spring rain.

The delicate peony hangs low on its turquoise branches, hiding under the lush foliage.

The crystal rain and dew that originally destroyed the flowers poured down the tips of the leaves and rolled down into the flower bowl, gentle and affectionate, as if a gift.

The boy's boots were stained with red blood.

Strands of them spread through the dirt and seeped silently into the roots.

This year's Qingming rain sprinkled the gardens of the mansion in this silent night, and in the dark, the blood stains were washed clean.

^^

Xiao Jiu'er: I have a small notebook that writes about who dies, except for the big demon king.

The little fairies are happy to vote for it today!