Once upon a time there was a poor little girl [Quick Transmigration]

In the early morning, the mist has not dispersed, the breeze blows through the flower branches, and the dew drips from the petals.The shining sun rose, and scorching heat covered the earth.

Fu Qing, who was bending over to pick up the flower branch, carefully picked up a drop of morning dew from the petals, and put it carefully into the jade pot, with a smile on her face, but her mouth was full of complaints, and she murmured, "A Li, yesterday you I'm not here, but I don't know that the young master gave the Ruyizhai to the new little Shuang'er yesterday! Tell me what's good about that little Shuang'er, after a few days in the backyard, he sent the young master I was so fascinated, I even handed Ruyizhai over to..."

Fu Li was standing beside Fu Qing, looking down at the jade pot in Fu Qing's hand, in a daze.

Seeing that there was no response from her side, Fu Qing straightened up, stretched out her hand and waved in front of Fu Li's eyes, and said in a long and sweet voice, "A Li~returning to the soul~"

Fu Li's eyes blurred, and he saw Fu Qing's aggrieved and obviously unhappy face approaching him.

"Ah Qing, what did you just say?" Fu Li asked.

Fu Qing pursed her mouth all of a sudden, and didn't continue to complain, she just snorted softly and asked, "Where did you go yesterday? I was waiting in your room until very late~"

"I went yesterday..." Fu Li's eyes flickered, it was hard to tell Fu Qing what happened last night.

He was preparing a speech, but behind Fu Qing, Chu Yang was walking from the corridor in white, and he was taken aback when he saw the two of them.

"Chu Yang!" Fu Li called out to him.

Fu Qing turned around and smiled at Chu Yang, "Are you practicing sword?"

Chu Yang glanced at Fu Qing, but his eyes finally fell on Fu Li, and he nodded lightly.

Seeing this, Fu Qing rolled her eyes, suddenly pulled Fu Li's arm, and approached Chu Yang, with a clear and sweet voice, "Eh? That's just right, Ah Yang, practice your sword, I'll make tea for you~"

Fu Li was taken aback, but Chu Yang's expression was still calm, which was regarded as acquiescing.

Pulling Fu Li to follow behind Chu Yang, Fu Qing muttered, "I don't know if the young master has gotten up now, but he always likes the green tea brewed in the morning dew."

After finishing speaking, Fu Qing patted the jade pot hanging on his waist contentedly, and said with a smile that when the sun rises again, he went to call the boys to invite the young master to join them.

Fu Li looked sideways at the smile on Fu Qing's face, pursed his lips, but recalled the thrilling scenes in Liufang Pavilion last night in his mind.

The three of them walked not far, passing by the main hall in front of the mansion, but suddenly heard a burst of chaotic voices.

"Eh? Why is there so much movement over there?"

Fu Qing raised his head and looked forward, and Fu Li also looked suspiciously at the source of the chaotic voice, but unexpectedly, a fat figure hurriedly turned the corner from the corridor, and met the three of them across from each other.

"Three young masters." The steward was slightly surprised for a moment, and was about to salute.

The corner of Fu Li's mouth slightly curved, he waved his hands and said, "Don't be polite, it's just that the manager looks in a hurry, and the courtyard in front of the hall seems not to be peaceful, could something have happened?"

After saying those words, screams of misery came to everyone's ears from not far away.

The steward's complexion couldn't help but change.

"What's going on?" Chu Yang stood aside, his brows rarely frowning, "Is there someone fighting in front?"

"The old slave is still unknown..." Wiping the sweat from his forehead with his cuff, the steward looked dignified, "I'm afraid there is a mess in front of me, and the old slave please stay away from here for now. , don't provoke danger."

Behind the steward came a few guards guarding the Fengfu, they said goodbye to the three of Fu Li respectfully, then hurriedly turned around and went to the courtyard at the front gate of Fengfu.

Fu Qing looked at their backs, licked the corners of her lips, and looked curious, "It's really rare, I don't know who dared to make trouble in front of the house, A Li, do you think we should follow up and have a look?"

Fu Li also looked ahead, but there was an inexplicable trace of worry in his eyes.

He always felt that this matter might not be simple, yesterday the young master was completely torn apart in Liufang Pavilion and Wang Yuanwai, but fortunately the man named Gu Yue next to the young master had extraordinary martial arts, so they were able to escape.

But today... Hearing the high-pitched screams not far away, Fu Li felt his scalp go numb for a while, the dimples at the corners of his lips became shallower, and his complexion gradually became ugly.

On the side, Chu Yang glanced at Fu Li thoughtfully, slightly clenched the long sword at his waist with his right hand, and said in a calm voice, "Go and have a look."

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Behind the rockery in front of the courtyard, the janitor stared wide-eyed at the dozen or so servants who were knocked down by the strange man and couldn't move, tremblingly hid himself behind the rockery Tibetan.

Before Shang Yun drew his sword, he only glanced indifferently at the servants lying around, and walked towards the servant.

"You, don't come here!" The boy sat down on the ground in fright, and moved back vigorously.

Shang Yun directly lifted his collar, bloodthirsty light flickered in his dark eyes, "I just want to ask you again, where is your master?"

The boy was trembling, unable to speak.Suddenly, his frightened eyeballs flashed brightly, and he cried out with a crying face, "My lord, come and save the little one..."

Hearing this, Shang Yun turned around holding the boy's collar, and saw a fat, white-faced middle-aged man with several martial arts servants standing in front of him.

After looking up and down at the steward, Shang Yun narrowed his eyes and said, "Who are you?"

"I'm in charge of the Xiafeng mansion, I don't know the hero... Can you let go of the servants of my mansion first?" The steward looked at Shang Yun with a serious face, but Yu Guang gave a hint to the guard beside him, and then cupped his hands and said, "Xu Is there any misunderstanding between this?"

"Misunderstanding?" Shang Yun laughed, and did not expose the manager's secret tricks, but he made up his mind.He only pulled the young servant close to him, and put the sword against his throat, "Go and tell your master, if he comes out, then go ahead, if he doesn't come out, I will kill someone in your house every once in a while, what do you think?"

The boy was obviously frightened at this time, his face was pale, and his body was shaking like a sieve.

The steward also lowered his face, and the nurses tensed up, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Don't let him see the young master!" A clear voice suddenly pierced through the solidified air, Fu Li squeezed his palm tightly, a flash of panic flashed across his face, but he said in shocking words, "He was sent by the king to come here to The assassin who wants to kill the son!"

Hearing Fu Li's voice, Shang Yun suddenly raised his eyes, and there was an inexplicable light in his eyes.

The steward's face twitched, and he directed the nurses to take a step forward.

Seeing that he was surrounded again, Shang Yun only frowned, but did not explain much.

He only took a deep look at Fu Li, and after careful scrutiny, he was sure, "Are you the actor from yesterday?"

"I..." Fu Li was about to reply, but he didn't want a strong force coming from his arm. He turned his head, only to find that Fu Qing had a white face, almost sharp attitude, and asked him in a trembling voice, "Brother, are you going to give someone else again?" Singing?"