The villain, his beauty is flourishing [Quick travel]

"Kneeling at the door?"

The three of Qi Heng were all a little surprised, so they walked to the front door together, stepped over the threshold, and saw a person kneeling under the high steps.

"Gu You?" Murong Jin narrowed his eyes and recognized the kneeling man.

"What are you here for?"

Gu You pulled out the long sword on his back and held it up on a pintuo, "Gu You came to plead guilty to the eldest son."

After finishing speaking, he turned slightly to face Qi Heng again, "Gu You owed the Eldest Young Master for saving his life that day, and was accidentally controlled by someone to destroy the engagement between the Eldest Young Master and Miss Wen, and now I am apologizing to the Eldest Young Master with my life."

He has no memory of this period of time, but he inquired carefully for several days, and everyone said that he saved Wen Yan, and secretly communicated with Wen Yan, which made Wen Yan fall in love with him, and broke up with Wanjian Villa. engagement.

Even if Gu You is no longer willing to accept the facts, he can only believe that during the period when he lost his memory, he was controlled by someone to do something that was wrong to the eldest son.

"Heng'er, this..." Village Master Murong was a little puzzled, "When did you save him?"

Qi Heng lowered his eyes and shook his head slightly, "I don't remember."

Gu You was a little disappointed, but he soon cheered up again. The eldest son can forget, but he can't forget this life-saving grace.

"Back when I was injured and fell at the gate of the other courtyard, it was you who rescued me, Eldest Young Master, and even invited a doctor for me."

Gu You pursed his lips, "Whether the eldest son believes it or not, it is not my intention to win someone's love."

Murong Jin frowned, the Gu You at this moment seemed to behave differently from the Gu You he had been in contact with before.

"The matter is over, so there's no need to mention it again." The owner of Murong Village who had been silent all this time said, "It's good that this incident happened, so that my son won't be deceived anymore."

"Get up." Qi Heng said lightly, "I know this has nothing to do with you."

The tasker borrowed Gu You's body, Gu You is an ordinary person, what can he do.

Gu You showed an expression of disbelief, it turned out that the eldest son still believed him.

"When my brother asks you to get up, you will get up." Murong Jin repeated in displeasure, "What do you want to make amends with your life? You want my brother to bear the reputation of killing people?"

Gu You's face panicked, for fear that his benefactor would believe these words, he quickly threw away the sword, kowtowed heavily and said, "Gu You absolutely dare not."

"Then don't just stick around." Murong Jin said impatiently, "Go wherever you should go now."

It was because he was too impulsive and almost ruined his benefactor's reputation.

With a gloomy expression on his face, Gu You bowed deeply to Qi Heng, and then strode away.

After Gu You left, the three of them returned to the main hall and continued to chat about the Devil's Cult, but not long after, a guard rushed in.

"Master."

"Master Wen's family has an accident."

Master Murong was shocked, and stood up from the chair above, "What's going on?"

"Master Wen's caravan encountered bandits when they passed Baili Ferry." The guard handed the letter to the owner of Murong Village, "Master Wen and all the guards... Only a few stewards escaped, and we The people saved, this is the letter sent."

Master Murong looked at the letter, and frowned, "Is this news going to the Huiwen family?"

"The subordinate has already sent someone to take the message to Wen's house." The guard replied.

"One more thing, the invitation to the martial arts competition has also arrived."

As the guard said, he took out another exquisite invitation card from his chest and handed it to the owner of Murong Village with both hands.

"Father, let me have a look." Murong Jin snatched the invitation first, and unfolded it.

"Yeah, President Sun said he wanted to invite you to be a judge."

Master Murong let out a clear cough, and took the invitation from Murong Jin, "It's just nonsense, it's not an invitation for you, why are you tearing it apart?"

"Father, are you going?" Murong Jin asked curiously.

"Father won't go." Village Master Murong closed the invitation.

"Why?" Murong Jin was puzzled.

"Father has decided to pass on Wanjian Villa to you in the near future." Murong Villa owner dropped the bomb calmly, "This invitation is for the owner of Wanjian Villa, not Dad."

Qi Heng was slightly surprised, but Murong Jin's reaction was obviously bigger, "I disagree!"

He even planned to sign up for the martial arts competition, show off his skills and perform well in front of his brother. In the blink of an eye, what a difference from being a contestant to being a judge!

"It's up to you whether you agree or disagree." Villa Master Murong said indifferently, "Anyway, the news daddy has been released this morning."

The demon sect has been destroyed, and the martial arts has returned to calm. It is a good time for a change.

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Wen Yan was dumbfounded when she heard the news of Wen's father's death.

The maid He Qiu with the ugly mark on her face choked up a few times, and gently patted Wen Yan's back, "Miss, don't hold it in your heart, if you are sad, just cry."

"It's me...it's me..." Wen Yan gritted her teeth, and the regret in her heart was about to pour out, "I forgot that my father had an accident and didn't remind him."

What's the point of her rebirth?Cousin Heng didn't want her, Gu You also left, and even for these things, she even forgot the date of her father's accident.

"Where is my father, have you found it?" Wen Yan firmly grasped He Qiu's hand, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"I've found it. Those bandits threw the master and the others under a slope." He Qiu sobbed, "In two days, the master will be transported back."

Wen Yan tilted her head, and fainted with rage.

"Miss—" He Qiu subconsciously caught Wen Yan's body, and his reaction was extremely quick.

Two days later, Father Wen's casket was transported to the Wen Mansion, along with the rescued stewards.

At that time, white flags had already been hung above Wenfu.

"Why don't you see Miss wearing linen and filial piety—" The stewards have all worked in Wen's house for many years. Seeing that the gate of Wen's mansion is deserted and deserted, only a few maids and servants with white cloths tied on their heads greet the coffin at the door, and they can't help but frowned. Frown.

Father Wen loved his daughter a lot during his lifetime, but he never expected that when he returned home after death, no one would welcome him, not even the suona drummer.

"Our young lady fainted on the spot when she heard that the master had an accident, and she hasn't woken up for two days." He Qiu's eyes were flushed, and his tone was full of distress.

"So that's how it is." The anger of the stewards calmed down a little, but they couldn't help but sigh again, this time sighing for the future of the Wenfu.

Miss Wen's filial piety is enough, but she fainted for two days and didn't wake up. Such a temper may not be able to support the Wen family.

On the fourth day, Wen Yan woke up faintly, and there was occasional mourning music in her ears, occasionally mixed with the sound of crying, which was extremely disturbing.

"He Qiu."

In the dimly lit room, no one answered.

"He Qiu!" Wen Yan increased her voice, and now someone opened the door.

"Miss, are you awake?" The servant girl walked into the room holding a candle lamp, and she was overjoyed when she saw her sitting up.

"He Qiu is at the front standing guard for the young lady and the master."

"Shou-ling?" Wen Yan repeated in a daze, her pale face looked fragile, and after a while, as if awakened from a start, she quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, her hair was messed up and was about to rush out.

The servant girl was stunned for a moment, grabbed a coat and chased after her, "Miss, change your clothes!"

The living room was arranged as a mourning hall, and Father Wen's coffin was placed in the middle, with a large white founding letter hanging above it, and candle lamps were lit around it.

Wen Yan's arrival caught the attention of the guards at night.

"Miss is here!"

He Qiu quickly threw the money paper in his hand into the brazier, turned his head to look at the door, and sure enough, he saw her young lady standing there blankly.

He Qiu got up quickly, walked to the door, tearfully said, "Miss, you are awake."

Wen Yan stared fixedly at the mourning hall, a tear welled up from her eyes, "It's not a dream, it's not a dream... I really killed my father..."

It would be great if she could remember to remind her father not to go that way. Why does she remember other people's affairs, even the day when Murong Jin's accident happened, but forget her father?

"Miss!" He Qiu supported her crumbling body, "Miss hasn't eaten much for a few days, so don't get emotional."

Wen Yan raised her head to look at He Qiu, who was taken aback by the hatred in her eyes, "Miss, what's wrong with you..."

Wen Yan tightly squeezed He Qiu's hand, "He Qiu, I hate it, I hate it so much."

The people who hated Wanjian Villa, hated Gu You, and herself, for being distracted by two people who didn't love her, she even forgot about such an important matter.

But He Qiu thought she was talking about those bandits, and while carefully helping Wen Yan to sit down on the futon next to him, he said, "The owner of Murong Village took people to eliminate the bandits yesterday to avenge the master."

Wen Yan's eyelashes trembled. Seeing that she was interested, He Qiu hurriedly said, "Miss hasn't eaten for a few days, so let's drink some porridge first."

After finishing speaking, she flirted with the maid at the side, who quickly backed away, and after a while, a bowl of warm white porridge was brought over.

Wen Yan was indeed very hungry, so when He Qiu brought the porridge to her mouth, she didn't think about it, and lowered her head to drink the porridge.

"Miss, you don't know yet. Two days ago, after the owner of the Shaozhuang took over the Wanjian Villa, the first thing he did was take people to Baili Ferry to suppress the bandits."

Wen Yan stopped drinking the porridge, her complexion changed drastically, "What did you say? Murong Jin? He took over Wanjian Villa?"

He Qiu didn't understand why she was excited, but he nodded anyway.

"No, no..." Wen Yan bit her lips, "Impossible, it is obviously impossible for him to take over the Wanjian Villa so early!"

"The old owner said that the Demon Sect has been destroyed, and the martial arts are calm, so it's time to let the young owner take charge of Wanjian Villa." He Qiu added.

"When the maidservant heard it, she was also a little shocked."

"The Devil's Cult is destroyed——" Wen Yan couldn't be shocked by too many blows, she could only regret it.

"So, everything has changed in this life, only my father—"

On the fifth day, Father Wen went to the funeral.

Half a month later, Qi Heng heard from outsiders that Ms. Wen's family chased away relatives who beat Qiufeng and the matchmaker who came to talk about marriage, combed her hair, and took over the business of Wen's family.

Murong Jin, who had just returned from being a judge of the martial arts competition, was also a little surprised to hear this, "It's a bit impressive, but she doesn't seem like a material that can do business."

"If you don't know how to do business, you just need to learn." Qi Heng said lightly, and put down the stack of deed papers in his hand, "Besides, she also made up her mind that she sold all the shops that she couldn't handle."

"It's very smart to sell, but she is a young lady who has never managed a shop. I'm afraid she will be cheated if she sells the shop."

As Murong Jin said, she curiously took the stack of deed papers and flipped through them, and then said in astonishment, "Elder brother actually bought it? No wonder she dared to sell it with confidence."