Seeing that Jiang Fuyuan was about to send the ring wood in his hand to its stomach again, the horse's belly wailed, and he compromised and pulled a few times with his front paws in the direction of Qingyang Hou's room.

Ding Zhaoliu was puzzled: "What is it doing?" Want to run? ”

Lest Jiang Fu Kite also misunderstand, the horse's belly shook into a rattle.

Zhong Yongfeng glanced at the room in the direction of its claws, and guessed, "It seems to want to go into the house." ”

"How can this work?" Ding Zhaoliu's expression was grim, and he immediately objected, "What if it wants to hurt my father again?" ”

Jiang Fuyuan stood up, lowered his eyes and said lightly: "The human soul is easy to get lost without an owner, so it's good to let it go to Qingyang Hou's body and spit it out." ”

She reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword with a force, pulling the sword out of the ground with a force, the speed of drawing the sword was not fast, and the horse's belly clearly felt the sharp blade cutting through the flesh of its hind legs, bringing a piercing pain.

It wanted to cry very much, but it didn't dare, and in the end, it made its already distorted ugly face even more difficult to look at.

Jiang Fuyuan rubbed the blade of the sword on its stomach in disgust, rubbing all the blood on its fur, and then handed the sword back to Zhong Yifeng.

She coaxed in a low voice: "Make do with it first, and I'll buy you a new one after changing tomorrow." ”

The tone is as if the husband coaxed the little daughter-in-law to use old jewelry for the time being.

Zhong Yongfeng snorted, and moved his gaze to Ding Zhaoliu, who was stupid: "The new one should have a phoenix pattern." ”

Jiang Fuyuan agreed: "Okay, bring the phoenix pattern, and let the craftsman carve a big one for you." ”

Ding Zhaoliu, who was inexplicably shown off: ......

With Jiang Fukite, the evil god, of course the horse's belly didn't dare to think carefully, and dragged the injured leg and limped into the three of them into the inner house of the Warm Cloud Pavilion.

Walking in front of Qingyang Hou's bed, it lay on the ground, its throat and abdomen kept surging, and it took a lot of effort before it opened its mouth and spit out a misty circle of light.

Under the gaze of the three of them, the aperture slowly expanded, and finally a human figure appeared, which was the appearance of the naked Qingyang Hou.

The human soul was not sane, and after standing blankly for a while, it instinctively walked towards its body.

Ding Zhaoliu watched his father's soul slowly walk to the bed, turned over on the bed and squirmed to the position of the body, and finally slowly lay down, overlapping with the flesh tightly and disappearing.

He was in a trance: "Is this the return of the soul?" ”

Jiang Fuyuan nodded: "Your father's three souls and seven spirits are complete, but the human soul has been out of the body for a long time, and I don't know if there will be sequelae." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Qingyang Hou on the bed suddenly took a deep breath and sat up suddenly.

"Where am I?" His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, the result of not speaking normally for a long time.

Qingyang Hou himself also felt the dryness of his throat, turned his head to see the water cup next to the bed, ignored the cold and heat of the upper exploration, picked it up and drank it all.

The cold water quenched his thirst a little and cleared his mind.

He looked up at the three people beside the bed, two unfamiliar faces, and the one he was familiar with was his son Ding Zhaoliu.

"Teriya! Fast! Let people go and catch that slut! She's going to hurt me! Qingyang Hou leaned forward and grabbed Ding Zhaoliu's wrist, and then he saw Ding Zhaoliu's horse belly crawling on the ground behind him.

"Ahhhh

Ding Zhaoliu only thought that he was frightened, and hurriedly reassured: "It's okay, the monster has been subdued by us." ”

Afraid that he wouldn't believe it, Ding Zhaoliu pointed to the bloody hind legs of the horse's abdomen: "Oh, look." ”

Qingyang Hou looked at his finger in horror, only to find that the horse's belly on the ground was indeed injured, and it seemed that it had no offensive power.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his heart again, and said angrily: "What about that slut? ”

Ding Zhaoliu replied truthfully: "In Wanyuan, my mother is interrogating her. ”

Hearing this, Qingyang Hou frowned, and ordered: "Take me to Wanyuan quickly, I will clean her up myself!" ”

Ding Zhaoliu was persuaded again, wanting his father to rest more first, and when it was dawn, he would directly send Qu Xuanxuan to see the official, but Qingyang Hou was furious when he heard him say this, and insisted on going to Wanyuan now.

In desperation, the three of them could only be carried by Ding Zhaoliu to Qingyang Hou, Zhong Yongfeng and Jiang Fuyuan to drive the horse's belly, and returned to Wanyuan again.

When it was time to arrive, there were several strong and strong servants at the gate of Wanyuan, as well as two petite maids, and Ding Zhaoliu from a distance recognized that this was the big maid Qingluo and Furou beside his mother.

The memory of Ding Zhaoliu's figure by the two big girls was engraved in their bones, and before they could see their faces clearly, they recognized one of the people as him.

Qing Luo said from afar: "Why is the young master here again, Madam is resting, please go back to your own yard." ”

"What a break, what a break!" With a loud sound, Qingluo immediately heard that this was Qingyang Hou's voice.

She quickly exchanged glances with Furou, and then Furou turned to go in to report that she stepped forward to stop someone.

As soon as the two of them moved, Qingyang Hou's almost angry voice broke through the air: "Whoever dares to take a step will be dealt with by the family rules!" ”

The net worth and life of the family slave are in the hands of the master's family, and if you sound the family rules, you are likely to be beaten to death.

Qingluo and Furou suddenly didn't dare to move again, and several gatekeepers also stood still as decorations.

Although Ding Zhaoliu had doubts, he continued to walk towards Wanyuan according to his father's instructions, and there was no way to stop the way, and the four of them walked all the way unhindered, and soon arrived at the door of Yi Jiaoyan's house.

Ding Zhaoliu, who arrived at the door, slowed down, obvious hesitation and incomprehension appeared on his face, and just as he was about to ask his father why he had to disturb his mother at this time, a low female voice came from the west wing.

“…… You go now, there's no room left here......"

It's Yi Jiaoyan's voice.

Another female voice sobbed and replied, "Sister, then how are you going to explain ......?"

It was a curling voice.

Qingyang Hou's face changed color, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Two sluts! You two conspired to kill me! ”

The west wing fell into dead silence.

Qingyang Hou patted Ding Zhaoliu's shoulder vigorously: "Go over!" Go and see how your good mother murdered her husband! ”

Suddenly jumping from the love of his father and mother to the life and death fight between husband and wife, Ding Zhaoliu was stunned, he stood stupidly and couldn't react.

"Let's go!" Qingyang Hou slapped again, and the short blow was crisp and loud, and it hurt to listen to.

"Don't touch him!" Yi Jiaoyan's voice sounded again, and along with the voice, there was also the candle light in the west wing, "Something is coming at me!" ”

The door of the west wing was pushed open from the inside, Yi Jiaoyan stood in the center with a backlight, her face was obscure, and behind her was a curling hue holding a burden.

"Coming at you? You two sluts who murdered your own husbands! Qingyang Hou's teeth were about to crack, he pushed away his son's hand under him, and struggled to the west wing room step by step, his fingers trembling and pointed at the two of them, "I want you to pay for your blood debts!" ”

"Huh." Yi Jiaoyan sneered, slowly moved her steps and turned sideways, making way for half of the door, "Blood debt and blood payment?" Come, let's see who is going to pay the bloody debt. ”

Seeing that Ding Zhaoliu was still standing in place, Yi Jiaoyan's expression on his face softened, and he beckoned gently: "Zhaoliu, come." ”

This gentle call called out Ding Zhaoliu's sadness, his tears rolled in his eyes, and his throat choked: "Mother, why...... Why are you harming your father with Aunt Qu......"

Yi Jiaoyan shook her head: "Zhaoliu, what you see may not be the truth." ”

She closed her eyes: "None of what we see is true." ”

(End of chapter)