I am not a good person

Zhao Zenian asked back, "What do you guess?"

"Sigh." Hua Shangxue stretched her waist: "There is no comparison, there is no harm! Xu Shaoliang is a businessman, I guess he has already smelled the smell of conspiracy!"

Zhao Zenian smiled and said nothing, all of this was in Xu Wenxuan's plan.Xu Wenxuan and his father have been together day and night for 20 years, in order to become the next generation head of the Xu family, but he has figured out his father thoroughly.

When Xu Yuan was around, Yuan Hui's mother and son were indifferent and mean, Aunt Ying's mother and son cared more, Xu Fengyan would only lose his temper when Xu Yuan was gone, Yuan Hui only cared about protecting his son, Aunt Ying was sad, Xu Wenxuan even made practical action.

How could Xu Shaoliang not think about such a stark contrast?

Xu Shaoliang has a strange mind. He can ignore Xu Yuan, his own son, but he feels that Yuan Hui, as the head of the Xu family, should manage the affairs of the family well. do it.As for Yuan Hui, she obviously didn't take good care of Xu Yuan, and she was indifferent to Xu Yuan's death.

Anyone who has nothing to do with it will feel uncomfortable, let alone Xu Shaoliang himself. At this time, Yuan Hui's elder brother came and advised him not to care about a bastard.Can he not be alert?

Zhao Zenian said with a smile: "Xu Shaoliang is a businessman after all. He pays attention to the difference between his concubine and concubines. He also valued Xu Fengyan as a concubine, but if it harms the interests of the Xu family and he starts to doubt Yuan Hui and the members of the Yuan family, then Everything will be another matter!"

Hua Shangxue nodded frequently: "That's right, the outside world is so ugly, this business requires food and food, Xu Shaoliang seems to care about it, but I don't know what decision he will make."

The two of them were just discussing casually. Two days later, another new news came, saying that Yuan Hui and Xu Fengyan were suddenly unwell and needed to recuperate. They were sent by Xu Shaoliang to a village outside the town. What was originally entrusted to Xu Fengyan was gradually handed over to Xu Wenxuan.

Even though he had guessed this possibility earlier, Zhao Zenian was still a little surprised, this Xu Shaoliang really acted vigorously and resolutely, without delay!

Seeing Xu Wenxuan proudly riding a white horse through the street, Hua Shangxue closed the window: "Xu Wenxuan has already got what he wanted, and you have successfully completed this task."

Zhao Zenian took off the quilt, exposed his head, and looked sleepy.

Hua Shangxue couldn't help sighing: "Rumors and rumors really kill people, Xu Shaoliang actually believed the rumors, I really thought that Xu Fengyan's mother and son planned to kill Xu Yuan!"

Zhao Zenian rubbed his eyes and sat up: "Oh..."

"Fang Yun said that Xu Wenxuan and Aunt Ying have completely gained the trust of Xu Shaoliang, and have already started to manage the business. I think the next generation of patriarchs must be Xu Wenxuan."

Hua Shangxue clapped excitedly: "This business is a good deal, so what if it's not challenging, Xu Wenxuan is willing to spend money, so it's fine!"

Zhao Zenian got out of bed and covered his face with a wet towel. He didn't sleep well last night and his head was a little heavy.

Hua Shangxue continued to be flamboyant: "Xu Wenxuan must not understand. He spent a sum of money in Jingxu Pavilion, but he didn't know when the people in Jingxu Pavilion made the move, let alone you lurking beside him!"

Zhao Zenian patted his numb face. It's good to feel that everything is under control, but... He grabbed the burden: "Let's go..."

Leaving Danxi Town, Feng Yueyi walked five miles eastward, when suddenly the sun disappeared, dark clouds overwhelmed the top, the wind was raging, and wetness hit his face!

The strong wind made his clothes flutter and his hair was messy. Feng Yueyi held the burden in his arms with one hand and covered his face with the other to prevent the smoke and dust from blowing into his eyes. where it rains.

The light rain fell down, and Feng Yueyi ran quickly. Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, he had to speed up.

The sound of horseshoes came from far to near, accompanied by the slight sound of chariots.

Feng Yueyi looked over expectantly, and there was indeed a horse-drawn carriage with green curtains and green curtains coming. It seemed that the speed of the carriage was very slow due to the change in the weather.

The driver was a blue-clothed young man in his twenties with a handsome face. Feng Yueyi hurried over and said loudly: "Brother, the heavy rain is coming, can you let me get on the carriage to take shelter?"

The young man in the green shirt quickly sized him up, tilted his head slightly, and asked the opinions of the people inside: "Madam, there is a young gentleman who wants to get in the car to avoid the rain!"

A soft female voice came from behind the curtain: "It's okay, let him come up!"

Feng Yueyi was overjoyed immediately: "Thank you, thank you!" He stepped on the carriage neatly, and after the little brother lifted the curtain, he hunched over and got in.

The carriage looks plain from the outside, but is well-made on the inside.

The inner wall is covered with a layer of yellow cloth, the seats are covered with thick cotton pads, and there is a small cabinet and small table. On the small table is an exquisite copper and gold incense burner. The smoke curls up, and the whole car is filled with a faint fragrance. .

There was only one middle-aged beautiful woman sitting facing the curtain in the car, with bright eyes, fair complexion, and long black hair tied up in a bun. Three gold chains of the same thickness slanted across her smooth forehead and stretched out from her hair. Two gold ribbons braided with gold thread hang down to the back of the shoulders.

She was wearing a blue half-arm short dress and a light blue chest-length skirt with white flowers printed on it. The hem of the skirt was dragged to the ground, and she was covered with a transparent white gauze dress. Sitting there, her face was peaceful, but she had an inexplicable sense of coldness and alienation. .

This attire looks like she's married.Moreover, the living conditions of the husband's family should be very good.

Feng Yueyi thanked her for sheltering from the rain, put the burden on his knees, and cupped his hands: "Thank you Madam for allowing me to come up to shelter from the rain, may I ask Madam what is your name?"

The lady smiled, but avoided answering, raised her voice slightly, and said to outsiders: "Zhou Zhan, there will be heavy rain in the sky, which is not conducive to going forward. You park your car in a relatively quiet place." In a wide open space, wait for the rain to stop before driving on.”

The little brother in green shirt named Zhou Zhan responded outside, and the car stopped after a while.

Feng Yueyi rubbed his nose and smiled a little stiffly.

There was the sound of rain hitting the roof of the car, but the silence inside the car was embarrassing. It was the lady who broke the atmosphere: "May I ask, where did you come from, and where are you going?"

Feng Yueyi replied: "My surname is Feng, and I come from an ordinary place, so let's not talk about it, as for where I'm going..."

He shook his head: "But there is no clear destination."

Madam thought he was unwilling to say so, so she just smiled and asked, "Mr. Feng is traveling alone?"

"Yes, I'm alone."

"Mr. Feng's courage is admirable, but the rivers and lakes are dangerous, and the road is full of unevenness. You are still young, you must be careful!"

Feng Yueyi felt a bit of bitterness in his heart: "Thank you for your advice, madam! Fortunately, I'm used to it, as long as I pay more attention, it's fine."

A gust of cool wind lifted the curtain and blew in, Feng Yueyi couldn't help shivering, and shrank back.

Seeing this, the lady immediately took out a purple jade teapot and two matching cups from the small cabinet, and poured hot tea into the two cups.

Feng Yueyi refused, but he thanked him repeatedly and drank hot tea. He glanced quietly, and found that no matter what the lady was doing, her posture was very elegant. No matter from her own or the decoration of the carriage, it must be from everyone.

Looking at it, Feng Yueyi couldn't move his eyes away.

The lady noticed his gaze, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Mr. Feng, why are you looking at me like this?"

Feng Yueyi came back to his senses, feeling a little embarrassed, more puzzled: "Just now I saw Madam drinking tea, I seem to have seen it somewhere."

The lady was amused all of a sudden: "Mr. Feng's words are really interesting. I drink tea with my mouth, and others drink tea with their mouths. Is there any difference?"

Feng Yueyi couldn't say it himself: "This..."

Seeing the lady put the empty teacup back on the table, and then stroked the hair around her ears with her fingers, he had a flash of inspiration: "Saint?!"

Whether these two words are serious or not, the lady's eyes darkened when she heard this, and her tone was calm: "What did Mr. Feng say?"

Feng Yueyi didn't care about answering her, so he hurriedly opened the bag, took out a yellow cowhide cylinder, unscrewed the lid and took out a scroll.

The lady watched his every move, narrowed her eyes slightly, and watched him open the scroll with a cold expression.

Feng Yueyi glanced at the portrait on the scroll, then at the person in front of him, went back and forth like this three or four times, and finally confirmed: "Saint Qingying?!"

There was a trace of surprise on Madam's face: "Mr. Feng, what are you talking about?"

Although the similarity is nine out of ten, Feng Yueyi still hesitates: "Madam, can you tell me what is your boudoir name?"

Madam looked at him with wide eyes, and said: "You ask me, is it because of the scroll in your hand? Mr. Feng, can I take a look?"

Feng Yueyi paused for a moment, and handed the scroll over. After watching her browse the portrait, he suddenly tore the scroll in half with both hands, and then quickly tore it into pieces.

"You..." As soon as he raised his head, Madam leaned over and quickly pinched his acupoints, making him unable to move.

Under Feng Yueyi's astonished gaze, the lady sat back and calmly straightened her wrinkled sleeves, changing from the dignified appearance of the previous lady, with one leg resting on the other.

The sound of the rain outside the car became louder, and the rain water hit the car wall, making a loud impact sound, and people outside the car could not hear any sound inside.

Feng Yueyi unconsciously raised his voice, unable to conceal the excitement in his heart: "The Holy Maiden of Qingying! You are the Holy Maiden of Qingying!"

Qingying glanced at him, her haughty expression clearly acquiesced: "Tell me, who are you?"

Feng Yueyi fell silent for an instant, the previous excitement subsided in an instant, and a chill gradually spread throughout his body.

He came out this trip to find this person in front of him, and he also knew why this person left in the first place. Now that he found her trace and whereabouts, would she let him go?

He couldn't hide the fear in his eyes, and asked, "Are you going to kill me?"

There was a smile on the corner of Qingying's mouth, but she said viciously: "Whether you kill or not depends on your performance."