Fast time travel game: Hugging the waist of the male god

Chapter 197 Second Brother, I Was Poisoned by You (33)

Prince's Mansion destroyed?Why?The son writes about what he wants to do!What should the original owner's mother do?
A lot of questions came and Xia Wanzhu felt dizzy.

After Zi Mo left, Xia Wanzhu had been sitting in the room, her mind was blank, she didn't know what to do at all, the current situation was out of her control, and this task was difficult to complete.

At night, candlelight shines brightly.

At this moment, a purple figure flew in from the window.

It was Changsheng Pavilion, the boss who gave her the fan.

The crimson purple skirt was flying, the long white hair was scattered to the waist, and the long black eyebrows flew obliquely into the temples.

Xia Wanzhu ran up to him, "It's you, how do you know I'm here?"

The man in purple hugged Xia Wanzhu into his arms, "Zhu'er, dad is here to take you home."

……

half a month later.

The family of the prince's mansion, the largest emperor's merchant in the capital, suddenly experienced great changes. The entire prince's mansion ran out of money overnight, and a fire broke out, and the prince's mansion was reduced to ashes.I only heard that Siming, the son of the master of the son's mansion, sees through the mortal world and makes a living, the mistress Su Ruoyun falls ill and dies suddenly, the eldest son, Yinfeng, hides in the rivers and lakes, the son, the son, the moon, is missing, and even the young lady and the second wife, who have just returned to the mansion, are gone.

Not long after this, the Han family, the largest merchant in the south of the Yangtze River, also suffered misfortune. Han Qian tragically died at home. Miss Han couldn't bear the blow and hanged herself to death.

It was rumored among the people that the reason for the overnight collapse of these two major merchants was that they had provoked some extraordinary people, which led to such a tragic end.

Baifeng Pavilion.

"My lord, my subordinates have found out that the one who took Miss from Yuelai Pavilion that day was Mo Fengying, Miss' biological father."

The young master wrote to the moon and nodded, shaking the brocade fan in his hand. On that day, he took the brocade fan back. It was his thing, and he would never let it go.

"It is rumored that Mo Fengying is the number one killer in the Jianghu, cold-blooded and ruthless, but he met Xia Siyue, the lord of the Jinhuang Palace. It is not easy to talk about Xia Siyue, but a young woman possesses peerless martial arts The first women's-led organization."

Young Master Xiuyue walked to a pot of green bamboo, playing with the green bamboo leaves with his slender fingers, "Mo Fengying and Xia Siyue fell in love at first sight, and soon the two secretly got married. Later, Xia Siyue became Mo Feng Yingsheng has a daughter named Wanzhu."

He looked at the small bamboo in front of him with tenderness in his eyes, "Later, someone issued a killing order to take Mo Fengying's life. Xia Siyue used the entire power of Jinhuang Palace to protect Mo Fengying, and she herself But he died in this pursuit, and the entire Jinhuang Palace fell. Since then, Mo Fengying has disappeared, and Xia Siyue's sister Xia Ruyan escaped with her daughter."

"Xia Ruyan originally met his son Siming Jiangnan, and in order to give his sister and daughter a stable life, he finally returned to the son's mansion..."

The young master wrote that the moon's eyes dimmed, and then, all the stories started from the young master's mansion, those uncontrollable feelings, Xiao Zhu'er...

"Zhiwen, the young master of Jinhuang Palace has reappeared. We, Baifeng Pavilion, can't say nothing. You go and prepare some gifts. I will come to visit in person later."

After hearing this, Zhiwen showed joy, and the son finally wanted to chase the young lady back.

"Yes! Zhiwen takes orders!" After finishing speaking, he ran out happily.

Young Master Xieyue's well-joined fingers rubbed the brocade fan in his hand, and an enigmatic smile appeared on his lips.

Xiao Zhuer, congratulations on going home, so that I can justifiably come to propose marriage.

(End of this chapter)