Wait a minute, heroine

Wow…

Late at night, it suddenly started to rain lightly outside Qingyun City.

The Honghualou ferry was moored at the port outside Qingyang City. Many disciples were patrolling around the ship, paying attention to the surrounding disturbances.

From the window on the second floor of the boat building, you can see a dim candle placed on the desk. The dim yellow light illuminates the birds sleeping on the pillow, and also illuminates the restless profile of the mature beauty.

Cha...cha...

The white porcelain cup lid gently rubbed the tea cup.

The tea has been cold for a long time, but Pei Xiangjun didn't notice it. He still took a sip from time to time, and then sighed quietly:

"well……"

How could Jingtang get involved with the Toad Palace Goddess? When did the two of them know each other...

If the second brother died last month, he might have been on his way to Beijing...

But Jingtang is just a bodyguard, and the husband of the Toad Palace Goddess is the invincible leader Pingtian. It is said that the leader Pingtian is not bad in appearance, so how could he fall in love with Jingtang...

Could it be because Jingtang is so handsome...

Perhaps the Pingtian Sect took a fancy to Jingtang's beauty and deliberately sent the leader's wife to seduce...

The eldest sister-in-law has said that at Jingtang's age, she is most unable to resist her eldest sister. With the beauty and experience of the Toad Palace Goddess, as well as the skills of a married woman, it is not easy to capture Jingtang...

Thinking of this, Pei Xiangjun immediately regretted it.

At that time, when she saw the handsome and talented Ye Jingtang, she should be wary of being poached by Jianghu forces. Her sister-in-law also advised her to find a beauty to tie up Jingtang first, but she couldn't do it by herself.

As a result, she didn't follow up on the matter when she saw the person she was interested in.

Now he's fine, he was taken away by the Pingtian Sect along with everyone.

No, I also came with a set of marksmanship...

If Jingtang ran away, wouldn't Honghua Building be completely destroyed?

…

While he was thinking secretly, footsteps suddenly came from outside the room.

Dong Dong~~

The third master, Chen Yuanqing, came to the door, not even daring to disturb his disciples, and whispered:

"Master, something happened to the young master."

? !

Pei Xiangjun's hand holding the tea cup trembled slightly, and he quickly stood up and came to the door. He looked at Chen Yuanqing, who was soaked and his face was slightly pale:

"Uncle Chen, what happened?"

Chen Yuanqing looked heavy:

"The young master is killing people."

?

When Pei Xiangjun heard that it was murder, he was secretly relieved. He looked at the dark port under the rain and asked softly:

"Who was killed?"

Chen Yuanqing didn't speak, but his complicated eyes and stiff expression all foreshadowed that someone who didn't deserve to die just outside Qingyang City...

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Earlier, Zhoujiazhuang.

The banquet outside has dispersed, and the visiting guests have gone back to their rooms to rest.

The atmosphere inside the Zhou family's ancestral house was so oppressive that even the walking servants did not dare to breathe loudly.

In the study room of the main house, a light was on, and the silhouettes of two people were reflected in the window.

Zhou Huaili, who had returned from the banquet, was sitting on the Grand Master's chair. He no longer had the smile to accompany the guests, his face was ashen, and he could even hear a soft "cluck" from his clenched finger bones.

On the chair in front of the desk, leaning against his legitimate son Zhou Ying, who was going to compete today, his chest was severely injured. His face was still quite pale at this time, and he was saying softly:

"In recent years, no less than tens of thousands of taels of silver have been invested in renovating Qingjiang Wharf, building ships, and managing shipyards, merchants, and officials in various places. As well as Junshan Terrace, we have already negotiated the wharf with Xuanyuan Hongzhi. Today Xuanyuan Hongzhi I also helped to speak up. Qingjiang Pier is lost. With Xuanyuan Hongzhi’s temperament, my Zhou family will definitely return this favor..."

When Zhou Huaili was born, his family was still a small village where he made a living by blacksmithing. He had worked hard for decades to build up his current family fortune, but suddenly he was cut off from a piece of flesh and lost his reputation. How could he bear this feeling in his heart?

But losing a dock is still a small matter.

Zhou Huaili said with a gloomy face: "Qingjiang Wharf is just an industry, it has nothing to do with life or death. In recent years, Honghua Tower has been offended to death. Today, because of Jian Yuhua, Ye Silang directly had murderous intentions towards me. When Ye Silang becomes the eighth leader That day will be the time when my Zhou family will be in trouble!"

Zhou Ying naturally knew how rude he had been to Honghualou over the years, so he leaned a little closer:

"How about writing a letter to my second uncle?"

"The incident started because of me. If Ye Silang really wants to destroy the family, your second uncle may come back. In this situation, it is impossible to pay attention to my brother."

Zhou Ying thought for a while: "With Ye Silang's talent, as long as his wings are strong, his second uncle may not be able to suppress him. If he doesn't care, he will be raising a tiger... How about going now..."

Zhou Huaili was silent for a while: "The Pingtian Sect made a statement today, and doing things now is tantamount to slapping the Pingtian Sect in the face. Honghualou has stepped on my Zhou family, and it will definitely teach other sects the rules. Yunzhou Baoyuan Li Hunyuan of the sect has taken over the property of an incense owner of Honghualou this year. The two families are negotiating, I guess the next one Ye Silang will go to is the Baoyuan sect."

"Dad, what do you mean, wait and see?"

Zhou Huaili didn't respond, just stared at the moonlight outside with stern eyes.

While father and son were chatting, Lao Zhouzhou Huaiyi came from outside, came to the window, and whispered:

"We found it. Eryatou and Yuhua are at Huangsong Pier. Do you want me to bring them back?"

Zhou Huaili looked sullen: "If he hadn't spoken out today, Honghualou would have retreated in the face of difficulty. How could we end up in this situation? We worked hard to raise him for two years, but in exchange for such a white-eyed wolf..."

Zhou Ying interrupted: "I just went to bed. Today I asked my second sister to go out, which means that I will not pursue Brother Jian. If something happens to my grandfather, it will be difficult for my second uncle to explain."

Zhou Huaili took a deep breath. After a long silence, he stood up, took the sword from the sword platform and hung it on his waist:

"I will go and bring Er Yatou back in person. Third child, please look for a good family and let Er Yatou stay away from home. Don't let this matter be spread outside, let alone let dad know about it."

Zhou Huaiyi hesitated a little, but Jian Yuhua could no longer be used by the Zhou family, and Junshantai was also very resentful. If they did not clean up the family, they could not suppress the grievances of Zhou Huaili and Junshantai, so he just sighed lightly and turned around to leave.

Seeing that Zhou Huaili was about to go out, Zhou Ying thought about it and advised:

"Jian Yuhua is very talented, and he is not from the same group as me, but he still remembers my kindness. Why don't you bring him back to preach and give him another chance?"

Zhou Huaili held the hilt of his sword and walked out of the room, turning his head to look at his son:

"Your grandpa will die sooner or later. Once grandpa dies, who will Jian Yuhua remember as a favor to the Zhou family? If Jian Yuhua dares to leave today, he will break all ties with you and me. Do you think you will let him go and let him stay in the Zhou family as his son-in-law?" , will he be grateful to me in the future? His talent is also not low. Give him ten years to become a leader, and he will only become a sword hanging over the head of the Zhou family. After I die, you will be able to suppress his sword rain. magnificent?"

Zhou Ying was naturally no match for Jian Yuhua. It was the same now and in the future. After a long silence, he nodded slightly and said nothing more.

call--

A gust of night wind blew by, and there was no figure in front of the door...