[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

The Rong family's private residence.

There is warmth in the hibiscus tent, and behind the emerald painting screen there are faint shadows.

It was snowing heavily outside the coffin window, and there was no moon or stars.

With a cold face, Rong Ying moved her hand away from the half-naked young woman's neck.

Messy black hair covered two shocking pinch marks on Qingbai's neck, and there was a drop of undried tear in the corner of his eye.

She is a stunning beauty.

"Throw it to Luan Grave."

The people of the Rong family skillfully stepped forward to carry away the corpse.

Qiyu followed Rong Ying for a long time, and knew the origin of this woman.

She is Rong Ying's beloved Qing Qing in recent days, and now she strangles to death in the bed without blinking.

Qiyu passed through the emerald painting screen, and she picked up the outer dress in her hand to dress Rong Ying carefully.

He squatted down and tied the delicate belt for him.

Rong Ying closed her eyes, dressed him up with a pair of affectionate and gentle hands, and said suddenly, "Who do you think she looks like?"

Qiyu lowered her eyes, knowing that he was asking about the beautiful woman who was carried out just now.

She stared at Rong Ying's dress embroidered with peonies and hesitated, "Like the late Zhao Shoufu."

"You do have a pair of sharp eyes." Rong Ying then smiled, her eyes were cold again, "Yes, but not enough."

Qiyu shook her head, "I don't understand."

Rong Ying flicked her sleeves and said in distaste, "This room smells too bloody, so it should be sealed in the future."

Qiyu nodded, "Young master, can you go back to Rongfu?"

Rong Ying was silent for a while, then said, "Go back."

Qiyu said, "Your maidservant, go and order."

When an unsheathed knife lay across Rong Ying's neck, Rong Ying hadn't waited for the carriage to and from Rong Mansion.

"It's been a long time since I saw you. Third Young Master Rong is still so ruthless."

At this time, Rong Ying knew that both Qiyu and the coachman might be restrained.

And the capable person in the private house took the corpse to the random graveyard, and would not return until tomorrow at the earliest.

Third Young Master Rong didn't look worried, he didn't believe that Zhao Ming had the guts to touch him.

In fact, Zhao Ming has been with him for a long time, knowing that Zhao Ming is a worthless playboy, so he underestimated him.And the third son Rong will also pay the price.

"The old man is reunited, Brother Zhao, are you safe?"

"Who is your old friend?"

Third Young Master Rong folded the folding fan in his hands, and said with a pair of peach blossom eyes with a smile, "It's not an old friend, what is that?"

Is the sworn enemy.

Zhao Ming said coldly, "You sent Lan Qing?"

Third Young Master Rong sighed, "So you know?"

Zhao Ming's pupils shrank, "Rong Ying, you approached me from the very beginning just for the Zhao family!"

Third Young Master Rong wondered, "Not for the Zhao family, but for you, a useless dandy?"

"Rong Ying!" Zhao Ming's hands were trembling, and the blade trembled, and Rong Ying's neck was pulled out with a blood-red shallow mouth.

Rong Ying didn't move, she didn't mention the wound directly.

He said slowly, "I planned to use Lan Qing as an internal response to get your Zhao family's 50 gold account book, but Zhao Yan killed Lan Qing, but I lost my wife and lost my army. I didn't get any benefits."

"You let someone abduct him to the brothel, what did you do?"

Rong Ying laughed uncontrollably, and smashed Zhao Ming to pieces, "What else can I do in a brothel? Your brother's taste is much better than those young men. He cried out when he touched it a little bit, it's very pitiful." , but there is no way to resist..."

Zhao Ming's eyes were about to burst.

He knew why Zhao Yan wanted to kill Lan Qing regardless of the Zhao family's flesh and blood in her stomach.

What kind of humiliation did this woman cause his brother!

And he one by one

What did he do?

The unspeakable pain made him feel as if he had fallen into a cold cave, his breathing was short, and he almost couldn't hold the knife in his hand.

The third son of Rong wrote lightly, "I don't think you have a deep feeling for your elder brother. Why do you question me like this today? If something happens to me, you are not afraid of death yourself. Aren't you afraid of implicating King Qin?"

The knife on the shoulder was loose, Zhao Ming lowered his head, his eyes were blood red, and his mind was on the verge of collapse.

Rong Ying then took the opportunity to step back a few steps to avoid the white blade, and said in a kind tone, "Zhao Ming, if you intend to become an official, the Rong family will help you a little bit in the future."

Just as Rong Ying finished speaking, Zhao Ming's hand clenched the knife again.

When he raised his head, his eyes were full of resolute and stern hatred.

Zhao Ming swung at him with a knife, but Rong Ying narrowly dodged and said angrily, "You're crazy!"

Zhao Ming is not crazy.

It was only at this moment in his life that he was truly awake, and his chest was filled with destructive blood.

Zhao Changning spent his whole life maintaining the morality of the world, but regarded everything as a straw dog. What is the use of this official career?

If King Qin is hurt, he will pay with his life.

A wall of white bones piled up in the northwest, not many of him!

Zhao Ming's blade was sharp, and a cold light suddenly flashed, and the second slash came again, surrounded by the sound of wind and snow, one slash was faster than the other.

Rong Ying fled in embarrassment, her arm was severely cut, and she was bleeding profusely.

He underestimated Zhao Ming's abilities, underestimated Zhao Yan's weight in Zhao Ming's heart, and never left any plans for himself, but finally stumbled. He had no joking mentality before, and gritted his teeth, "Zhao Ming!"

But Zhao Ming didn't seem to hear it. He had a pale face like the skin of a dead man, and only the blood in his eyes could see the scene clearly.