The sky is haze and fog covers the whole city.

It is the season for fallen leaves again. The wind blows, the wet leaves spread on the ground, and the autumn rain is slightly cool.

The beauty of Luocheng falls between the clear water. Although it lacks the embellishment of flowers, it also has a hazy and beautiful style.

The pavilion flew over the water, and a group of talented men and beautiful women were chanting poems and talking. The sound of silk and bamboo blended into the rain and became less desolate and more solemn.

Everyone sat around a handsome young man with a fair face, with many romantic and handsome wives and concubines, rich property, and was known as Master Fu. At this time, he was confused with his eyes, hugged him and drank wine while he opened his mouth and came out the first couplet:

"The sky is so dark and tulle, but the beautiful scenery is a little scary."

Everyone cheered, saying that they were worthy of being a talented man who impressed Sang Qingqing. Then they frowned bitterly, saying that they could not accept the second couplet and begged Mr. Fu to let go.

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe was very lively, and suddenly a female voice inserted: "Beasts and jackals are all crazy."

A long blue dress dragged the ground, holding a red oil-paper umbrella, spreading the fog and walking across the corridor bridge, facing Mr. Fu, who was shocked.

"Mom! Why are you here?" Mr. Fu hurriedly got up, knocking the wine glass over and wet the corner of his clothes without caring. He looked at the beautiful face under the red paper umbrella with a terrifying expression, and said incoherently, "Qingqing, why are you here? What do you want to do? Are you cured of your illness? Are you cold? You..."

Of course, this woman was not a mother. That amazement showed that she was his ancestor!

"Sang Qingqing?"

Others guessed that it was also embarrassing. It turned out that Mrs. Fu was here. But I heard that she had been in poor health after getting married and had never left the house. This is...

The woman stopped at the border between the bridge and the pavilion, put down her umbrella, and drew a sharp sword from it. The sword body was slender and the blade was white and shining with a cold light, blinding everyone's eyes.

The woman put away the paper umbrella, wiped the sword with one hand, and a sword flower was spread across the sky. With a clear sound, the blade cut through the mist and pointed the sword tip directly at Mr. Fu. The drizzle moistened her hair, and there were indifferent eyes on her thin face: "Young Master Fu, eight years have passed, you are traitorous, come to collect debts and fight to the death! No one is involved, please avoid it."

"Wow!" Who doesn't know that Sang Qingqing was not only a talented woman before she got married, but also a hero in the world. Everyone covered their mouths and scattered their birds. A few of them were brave enough to rush towards the yamen.

Sang Qingqing doesn't care where those people are going. She doesn't have much time to go, so she must fight quickly. When those people come, the dust has already been settled.

She looked at her nominal husband. Mr. Fu was only in his thirties, but his face was full of fatigue and greasiness after indulgence. The little bit of youth that attracted her to deal with him had long disappeared. Only the ambition in his eyes, whether in his clear eyes or in the chaos of wine and color, it still burst out as light as ever.

The light of ambition instructed him to tear up the contract and poison him to murder him. She, Sang Qingqing, finally got up and would never let him go.

"I was really blind at the beginning." Sang Qingqing hated him, his eyes flushed. "Now you want to use my daughter to pave the way for your wealth, damn it."

After being shocked and scared, Mr. Fu calmed down and sneered: "Mr. Sang, you were indeed blind at the beginning. The prince who admired you did not marry, but he just asked me, the son of a down-and-out businessman to make a contract. Since I can't control you, I naturally have to make plans. Who knows what a strange woman like you will do?"

"You look down on me, think I'm easy to bully, and think I can even ignore my face in order to improve myself, but I'll tell you," Mr. Fu raised his head slightly and said proudly, "What's the face? The real benefit is real."

"I was also good to you back then. I found you a top-notch little white-faced spring breeze for a while. You said you should be a good woman, not a man, you are not sick." Mr. Fu smiled meaningfully. It is true that he is lewd, and it is true that he is incomprehensible.

Sang Qingqing replied that he was a sharp sword. He did not intend to play the piano at Niu, nor was he angry, but was sad and angry: "It's me that I'm sorry for that man. I ask you, how did Jue'er's father behave by you? Tell the truth and leave your body all over."

The cold sword blade was close to her neck, as if a warm liquid was about to flow out immediately. Mr. Fu was frightened, but he didn't avoid it. You know, she had been sick for eight years, and she looked like she was in a state of disrespect. How could she be so?

Sang Qingqing smiled gently and kicked him hard: "Thanks to you bullying men and women everywhere, I have the chance to come out again. A knife on the head of the word "Se" is reserved, your heart, bones and blood are all reserved, I'm just an executioner."

Mr. Fu was shocked and scared: "It's your friend in the world, they came to me."

Sang Qingqing was speechless and ridiculed in her heart that this man would never push the problem to others. He was forced to find such a person to make a deal. He was ambitious and timid. She thought it was easy to control, but she ignored the fact that he was so arrogant.

Now that her daughter is in the capital, she will be peaceful and worry-free for the rest of her life because of the help of her old friends. What else can she worry about? Only the person she had to lose money back then.

She no longer hesitated, and her wrist turned, and several blood holes suddenly appeared on the enemy's body. The sword was pressed against his neck and cut it slowly but vigorously.

"I'll ask you again, what's his name, where he came from, and how did you end up?" Sang Qingqing squatted down and patted his bloody arm, "If you don't say it, I'll let you watch the slowly dismembered end."

Mr. Fu still wanted to resist, but his years of pampering life made him unable to break free. At this time, he seemed to understand that the other party really wanted him to die. He shouted for help, but unfortunately the place where the clouds and clear waters were remote, and no one came at all.

"There is still a king's law in the world. The prince who loves you has long been unjustly dead. Don't think that he can be lawless. Help, help, I'm not guilty."

"You, a woman with aquatic tendon flower, should serve her husband as a wife. She is shameless. You are the one who deserves to die. She actually resisted and ran to the wild man...ah!"

With a loud scream of change of tone, Sang Qingqing blew the dagger in her hand. She would never have only one weapon.

"explain."

Mr. Fu's face was deformed in pain, and big drops of sweat slid down his cheeks. He said viciously: "That fool had been thrown into the river and drowned. He was a big fool who had no appearance even knows who he was. Haha, your baby daughter is a bastard with unknown father!"

"So, you also used the poison on our body, right?" Sang Qingqing didn't listen to his answer at all. He cut off his neck with anger as if he was determined.

Blood splattered, and a pair of horrifying and empty eyes were wide open. Sang Qingqing pushed hard, and the whole person flew up to block a scimitar that was cutting across, and his body turned into two halves and fell to the ground.

Sang Qingqing suddenly grabbed her chest, and she was almost out of reach.

A group of men in black landed around the pavilion, with a long scimitar hook, and the royal secret always failed. Sang Qingqing sneered, indeed, it was related to the people in the capital, and the throne was so important?

Unfortunately, she would not do what they wanted, nor would she explain what had nothing to do with it. She spread the red umbrella and flew and rotated, and thousands of arrows were fired at once, and there was silence between the pavilions.

The green clothes were in the water, and the ink hair was floating in the water. Sang Qingqing recalled her life, but she lamented that she was cautious in keeping the time traveler's integrity and did not enter the deep palace. She was determined not to marry but was plotted by a villain, owing children, and losing to the strange man.

I hope Jue'er can successfully get the Bingyu that Guan Lan got from the extreme north and live well. If she is destined to find her father and say sorry for her...
Chapter completed!