In the county lord's mansion, Feng Yiyun took a bath in the bath.

In her mind, all of them were the bloody scenes of last night.

Also, the slaughter of Prime Minister Feng's mansion that day.

Her brother, sister, and relatives were gone.

Why!!! She Feng Yiyun has nothing!!

And Feng Yueli's father is still alive, and there is still Brother Jingchen guarding her.

She has nothing, Feng Yueli has everything.

How could she not hate.

Feng Yiyun's hand slapped the water in the bath.

Wet her face, wet her hair.

She used all her strength, venting the anger that had accumulated during this time.

It's all to blame on Feng Yueli!! It's all to blame on Feng Yueli!!

Her beautiful eyes flashed with bloodthirsty hatred.

Tears fell involuntarily.

She didn't dare to cry out loud.

I'm afraid that someone will hear about it and make a joke about it.

In the past, at least there was the Feng clan.

The existence of the Feng clan is her greatest pride.

Now, the clan is in great trouble, and everything she has will be gone.

Including the name of the county lord, it is only in vain.

Every day of my life from now on is a lingering breath.

The bitterness at the corners of her mouth curled.

Finally, there was no strength to vent, and there were no more tears in her empty eyes.

Qing'er pushed open the door and came in: "County Lord, the corpse of the three elders has been brought."

A hint of coldness flashed at the corner of Feng Yiyun's mouth: "Okay, when I finish changing clothes, I will go over and see off the three elders."

Qing'er bowed her head, stopped talking, and retreated.

Feng Yiyun finished changing clothes and went to the front of the main hall.

Inside the main hall, there were all seriously injured elders and the remaining people.

She raised her foot and went in, and saw the coffin of the three elders.

Feng Yiyun used her spiritual power to lure the three elders out of the coffin and the corpse.

Seeing this, the second elder stopped: "County Lord, don't!!"

Feng Yiyun acted as if she hadn't heard.

The dagger in his hand stabbed hard at the corpse of the three elders.

And they all knelt down and begged her to stop.

Blood, a few splashes on Feng Yiyun's clothes.

There was no emotion in her eyes.

Like a mad demon.

It wasn't until she finished doing it that everyone recovered from their fright.

Feng Yiyun threw the post in his hand to the ground and said coldly: "The murder of my father, as well as the death of the third elder and the eldest elder, and the dumping of the Feng clan, are all about Feng Qitian's old thing."

The second elder's right hand trembled and picked up the post from the ground.

He trembled with anger, the fight they had been arguing for so long was actually related to Feng Qitian.

The second elder gritted his teeth: "What does the county lord think?"

Feng Yiyun's face was covered with coldness.

She said lukewarmly: "Of course I caught that old thing for questioning, of course, it would be better if I could call the queen."

This time, she also wanted Feng Yueli to fall into pain.

Isn't Feng Yueli always cold?

Then she wants to see how Feng Yueli can do it to her father.

When the second elder heard her words, he immediately called someone to go to Shangshu Mansion.

Shangshu Mansion

Feng Qitian sat in the backyard drinking tea.

Someone behind him came to report: "Lord Shangshu, someone came and asked you to go to the county lord's mansion."

He frowned, Feng Yiyun's girl called him over?

Could it be that she had already discovered that he had done everything?

He had deliberately created a false impression that those elders would mistakenly believe that Feng Shuqun was colluding with foreign clans to rebel.

And the matter of disturbing and hollowing out the Feng Clan, she knows?

How can it be? Feng Yiyun is only crying and making trouble on weekdays, how can he see that he did it.

It must be that he is too careful.

He got up and prepared to leave the house.

The guard stopped him: "Lord Shangshu, aren't you afraid of fraud??"