"Qingyang Hou, do you really think you can escape the whip on the belly of a horse?"

Hearing the familiar two words, the person with the squirming of the horse's belly showed a confused expression on his face: "Ga? ”

Qu curled down his eyelids and glanced at the ugly thing at his feet, and scolded in a low voice: "I didn't say you, don't make a sound!" ”

There's a tense confrontation over there, what's it all about?

I'm afraid the fairy aunt can't remember to clean it up, right?

raised such a stupid thing, Qu Xuan said that he was very tired.

Qingyang Hou, who had lost his red luck, only felt cold all over, and it seemed that the few hot qi in his body also separated from his body with the red cloud.

Colder than his body was his heart, he was silent, he didn't expect that the secret he had perfectly concealed for eighteen years would be so easily revealed tonight.

But what about being debunked? He thought about it for a moment, and a hideous smile fell back on his crimson palm-printed face.

"Fleeing the whip in the belly of a horse? Hahaha-" He looked up and smiled more and more like crazy as if he had heard some big joke, "What name do you want to use to sue the official?" Say I killed Wen Jinliang eighteen years ago? Or did I take his life and marry his sweetheart? ”

He suddenly restrained his smile, turned his head to look at Ding Zhaoliu, and his voice was as gentle as a weekday conversation: "Zhaoliu, you come to tell them, what does it mean to talk about evidence in everything, and want me to be punished, do they have evidence?" ”

Ding Zhaoliu was silent.

The law of Dashun stipulates that anyone who denounces them must provide practical and effective evidence, which can be the statement of the victim or the form of a paper signed and drawn, and the imaginary things such as the life chart that Jiang Fuyuan just evoked and the red luck left by Wen Jinliang are not within the provisions of the law.

Even if it is a witness, it must be the testimony of the person who was present at the time of the incident, otherwise it is suspected of being falsely accused and will not be accepted.

His dad was right, they had no proof.

Ding Zhaoliu's silence made Qingyang Hou even more proud, and he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Look, you can't sue me." ”

The wood has become a boat, even if they change their life back now, what can they do, can Wen Jinliang still be resurrected?

With a roll of his eyes, the big lama sat back on the rosewood chair and said contemptuously: "Not only can you not sue me, but I can also sue you." ”

He pointed his finger at Qu Xuan and Yi Jiaoyan: "You two, murder your husband." ”

Then he nodded to Xia Jiang Fu Kite: "You, use the technique privately." ”

After that, he laughed ruefully: "If you beg me now, maybe I can still let ...... go."

"What bullshit." Before Qingyang Hou finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Fuyuan Liangliang, "Do you have any evidence?" ”

Qingyang Hou was stunned: "Of course I have, there are ...... human and material evidence"

As soon as the words came to his lips, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and everyone in the room looked at him with a foolish look.

In the West Wing, except for him, everyone else is in the same camp......

Outside the West Wing......

He turned his head to call someone.

Zhong Yongfeng moved extremely fast, and with a wave of his right hand at the moment when Qingyang Hou turned his head, several internal forces turned into strong winds, and several windows in the west wing were closed tightly with a bang.

Jiang Fuyuan smiled lightly: "No, you have no evidence. ”

Qingyang Hou: ......

At this moment, Jiang Fuyuan's soft smile was no different from the Hell Rakshasa in his eyes, not only did he have no evidence at this moment, but he also had the feeling that he would become evidence of another tragedy in the next moment.

Qingyang Hou couldn't help but swallow his saliva: "You guys, what do you want to do!" ”

This time, Jiang Fuyi shrugged her shoulders, looked at Yi Jiaoyan, and silently handed over the decision to her.

The pain in Yi Jiaoyan's heart was indescribable, and she couldn't wait to divide Ding Shuoming's five horses into corpses to sacrifice Wen Jinliang's spirit in the sky.

But she can't do that, she still has a son, and Zhaoliu is still old after that, and he can't have a murderer father.

Yi Jiaoyan looked at Ding Zhaoliu beside her, with two bubbles of tears in her eyes, and her voice was calm after trying her best to restrain herself: "Let's leave." ”

"What did you say!" didn't expect her to say such a thing, Qingyang Hou was stunned for a moment.

Yi Jiaoyan took a deep breath and repeated calmly again: "I said, I want to reconcile with you." ”

"I don't agree-" Qingyang Hou panicked instantly, he had thought about thousands of endings, but he never thought that Yi Jiaoyan would reconcile with him.

If he leaves, won't he become a joke in Jingzhou? At that time, everyone will say that he Qingyang Hou can't even keep a daughter-in-law......

No way!

He immediately turned his eyes for help to Ding Zhaoliu: "Zhaoliu!" Son! Hurry up and persuade your mother, let's ......"

Ding Zhaoliu closed his eyes and turned his head away from listening to it anymore, and said indifferently: "I approve of motherhood and separation." ”

Lost his love at a young age, and was trapped in lies by a negative person with ulterior motives for most of his life, his mother should have held a silver gun in her hand and flew freely like a Lingyun crane, instead of being sucked blood, ignored, and humiliated in this cannibalistic golden wire cage......

Thinking of this, Ding Zhaoliu only felt more distressed about his mother.

His mother is so good, he should have a new life again!

Even the only bloodline is not towards him, Qingyang Hou's face is as black as the bottom of a pot, and he just wanted to open his mouth to say something more, Yi Jiaoyan's silver spear handed, and the head of the silver spear shining with cold light pointed at his throat.

Her voice was colder than a gun: "You really can't be the whip of my Yi family?" ”

Qingyang Hou suddenly didn't dare to speak again.

Mama Lin interjected at the right time: "Miss, I will start sorting out your dowry at dawn, and not a single thread will fall, so as not to cheapen some sluts." ”

Qu Yuan also said: "There are also the farm shops that my sister has run over the years, all of which have benefited from my sister's dowry, and they should also be brought with them. ”

Mama Lin nodded: "Yes, in other words, in the past eighteen years, except for the Hou Ye's Yulu and Jue Yin, and the family property that existed in the mansion before he married Miss, everything else should belong to Miss." ”

She stretched out her hand and pinched it: "But the Hou Ye's Yulu and Jue Yin, I'm afraid that it won't be enough for him to spend on himself, so he hasn't saved a penny." ”

In other words, except for the title of Marquis of Qingyang, Ding Shuoming no longer belongs to him, so he should leave the house!

Qingyang Hou: ......

Yi Jiaoyan glanced at him and raised her willow eyebrows: "Do you have any objections?" ”

The silver spear head goes one inch further.

Qingyang Hou shook his head tremblingly, did he dare to object? Say one more word of opposition, I'm afraid he won't see the rising sun!

Seeing this, Mama Lin immediately took out a book from her arms, and quickly took out cinnabar and a brush from the cabinet on the side and put them in front of Qingyang Hou.

"Master Hou, it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, please sign and press the palm print."

It was prepared a long time ago.

Jiang Fuyuan couldn't help but look at Yi Jiaoyan in surprise, it seems that everything that happened tonight is not as simple as it seems.

After Qingyang Hou signed his name and pressed the palm print, Qu Yuanxuan immediately knelt in front of Yi Jiaoyan and pleaded: "I don't want to entangle with him anymore, ask my sister to take me away!" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Mama Lin neatly took out a deed, which was curvy.

Qingyang Hou had no choice but to sign and press the palm print.

In just a few hours, he went from having a wife and concubines to being alone.

After putting away the book and the deed, Yi Jiaoyan said lightly: "I have a small house in Jiudian, just as the price of breaking off with you in the past eighteen years, you will move there after dawn, from now on, you take your single-plank bridge, and we will cross our Yangguan Avenue." ”

Without waiting for Qingyang Hou to answer, Qu Xuan took a step back, revealing the ugly face wriggling at his side, the horse's belly stretched out its sharp beast claws very cooperatively, and its big mouth opened, spitting out a fishy black water at Qingyang Hou's feet.

The threat is significant.

Qingyang Hou: "...... Good. ”

When the dust settled, a golden morning light broke through the darkness and penetrated obliquely through the gap in the window into the west wing, and it was dawn.

(End of chapter)