The first love of the villains ran away with a passerby [Quick Transmigration]

--Snapped!

The anger that had accumulated in his heart for a long time finally broke out, and he slapped Zhu Qi's face.

The force was so great that Zhu Qi's head was tilted, his forehead hit the carriage heavily, and his hair fell apart. The headache and face pain made his eye sockets sore, and tears rolled down instantly—— Although Mrs. Zhu Qi is thirty-seven this year, he has been pampered and pampered for many years so that he does not look old at all. On the contrary, he becomes more and more beautiful due to the growth of age.

The beauty weeps, I feel pity when I see it.

But Zhu Patriarch has been swallowed by the flames of anger.

Not only can't feel any sympathy, but he is also terrified of being imprisoned overnight: "How dare you?"

"Father Kun!" Zhu Wenlang, who came to his senses, rushed forward to protect Zhu Qi.

Patriarch Zhu raised his hand as if he wanted to hit this rebellious son together—at a critical moment, a powerful palm clamped his wrist tightly like iron tongs.

"I wish the master!"

Baili Sheng still wore a jade-like mask on his face, but the temperature in his eyes faded little by little, and was replaced by icy frost: "Please calm down."

The short words were like a basin of cold water poured on the head of the furious Patriarch Zhu.

He froze for a while, then suddenly broke free from the strength on his wrist, sat upright, looked directly at this son-in-law who conspired with his Kunjun to steal the beam, and gritted his back molars forbearance, and squeezed out a question from the gap between his teeth: "So The city lord arrested my Zhu family members and put them in the dungeon for you to wait for a replacement?"

Baili Sheng shook his head: "It's not for this matter."

He was quite disdainful of this father-in-law who sold his son for glory and even beat Kun Jun. If it wasn't for Lang'er's face, he would not have wanted to explain a little to this villain: "Young City Lord was bumped into yesterday. Falling into a coma, seeing that I couldn't make it through, Lang'er's personal maid conveyed the news of your arrest to Lang'er, Lang'er begged to come to me, and I asked my father to agree to exchange the treasure Huichun Dan, which has been passed down from my Baili family for many years, in exchange for the city lord My lord, let me go."

After listening to this explanation, Patriarch Zhu suddenly thought of what Commander Fu Yi said, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart: "Who is the person who bumped into Young City Master?"

"It is said to be the third young master." Bailisheng said, his eyes flickered: "The man ran away, and the City Lord's Mansion didn't catch him, so he blamed you, father-in-law, and the entire Zhu family."

Although Baili Sheng blurred the point, Patriarch Zhu is not a fool.

The moment his tall and straight body realized that Commander Fu Yi's words were true, he slumped down, his eyes dimmed, and he murmured: "Could it be true?"

Zhu Yeqing has seven children under her knees, but they are all Dikun.

Seeing that he didn't have an heir under his knees in his forties, some of the offshoots of the Zhu family began to assume the position of the heir of the patriarch, and they all expressed their willingness to adopt a heavenly stem to themselves.

This is a provocation to his dignity as a heavenly stem.

So he was willing to marry his son Di Kun to the city lord's mansion to celebrate the joy, not only because there were too many dikuns, but also to cling to the city lord's mansion to frighten those stupid, stupid, eager, moving offshoots.

But what if he already had Heavenly Stems?

At this time, Zhu Qi, who was beaten with stares in his eyes, recovered from the dizziness, touched his swollen cheeks, suddenly pushed away Zhu Wenlang who was comforting him, and rushed towards the absent-minded Patriarch Zhu.

Patriarch Zhu didn't notice for a while, and was thrown down by him and hit the carriage.

He immediately turned over and rode on Patriarch Zhu's waist, swung his palm and slapped it back, but Di Kun was born weak, so this slap fell on Patriarch Zhu's face like tickling.

As for Patriarch Zhu, who is heavenly stems, he realized in an instant that he pinched Zhu Qi's wrist, stared at the always weak Kunjun with tearful eyes, raised his other hand and was about to have an attack, when he saw the corner of his lips hang. Zhu Qi, who was covered in blood and covered in embarrassment, said ferociously: "If you have the ability, try beating me again in front of Sheng'er!"

He raised his bruised cheeks, gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "If you hadn't sacrificed my Lang'er in order to cling to the City Lord's Mansion, how could I have done such a thing?"

"Then do you know that once the city lord finds out, the entire Zhu Mansion will be in crisis?" the angry Patriarch Zhu raised his hands and shouted.

Seeing that his palm did not fall down, Zhu Qi knew that this old man was afraid of his son-in-law, and immediately sneered: "What does it have to do with me? You are afraid of death, but I am not!"

As he said that, he saw that his husband's eyes were full of disbelief, and the emotion that had been suppressed for many years suddenly burst out: "When he proposed to marry me, he promised that I would be the only one in this life, but how did you do it?"

He first gave a low laugh, and then stared at Patriarch Zhu resentfully: "After only one year of marriage, you brought back a Hu Meizi from outside. After Hu Meizi died, you missed that Hu Meizi one after another. Newcomer in the backyard, have you ever cared about my feelings?

Blame me for not giving you a fuck, why don't you think about how those bitches in your backyard hurt me?

Since I can't give birth, then everyone don't want to give birth! "

At the end, he laughed maniacally: "Do you know why no one has become pregnant in the past few years? That's because I gave you the elixir!"

In the crowded and noisy market, a heart-piercing voice suddenly erupted from a slow-moving carriage: "Bitch, I'm going to kill you!"

But in less than two breaths, a figure was thrown out of the carriage, followed by a gentle voice: "Master Zhu, I won't see you off."

After all, the groom flicked the whip, the horse suffered pain, lifted its hind hoof, pulled the carriage forward and fled, raising a cloud of dust, splashing on the face of the embarrassed and unbelievable Patriarch Zhu.

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In the evening, Yan, who climbed over the wall and sneaked back to Zhu's house, just stole a bowl of pasta from the cold kitchen, and was about to go back to the yard where Zhu Wenyan grew up, when he keenly heard a series of hurried footsteps coming from outside. There was the sound of a steward speaking.

"Quickly prepare hot water, wormwood and meals!"

The round steward led a group of servants to squeeze into the kitchen. Seeing these cooks looked dazed and downcast, he sternly shouted: "The master of the house and the little masters of each house are back, so don't be so sad one by one, cheer up quickly!" Get ready, if you delay the meal of the masters, be careful with your heads."

Ever since the guards of the City Lord's Mansion broke into Zhu's Mansion last night and captured a group of masters, the mansion has fallen into panic and depression.

At this time, when the steward said that the Patriarch had returned, these cooks raised their heads one after another, their dim eyes lit up, and then they got busy amidst the steward's scolding.

Hiding in the dark, Yan sniffed the scent in the air, looked at the bland pasta in his hand, fixed his eyes on the roast chicken in the firebox, touched his chin, there was something in the firebox Four roast chickens, he only eats one, right?

The chefs in Zhufu are all carefully selected.

Although they are not as rich as the aristocratic family and the city lord's mansion, they are all skilled in cooking and skilled.

The baker in charge of roasting the chicken sliced ​​the roasted chicken into slices, and then decorated it into a plate, and immediately put it among the meals next to it, waiting for the servants from each room to pick it up.

I don't know where to get a food box, taking advantage of the kitchen cooks not paying attention, quietly took plate after plate of favorite meals and soup, put them in the food box and slipped back to the remote and uninhabited courtyard, with one hand Holding the soup, he stuffed the chicken slices into his mouth with one hand.

Satisfied, he couldn't help but let out a sigh, this is what people eat.

By the time he had eaten and drank enough, it was getting dark.

He left the leftovers behind, stood up and stretched his waist, glanced at the direction of the main courtyard from the corner of his eye, in his opinion, this kind of father killing is the cleanest, but since Zhu Wenyan grew up in this small world , I have never seen the world, and it is not incomprehensible to make such a request.

Went back to the dusty room, sat cross-legged on the only wooden bed in the house, closed his eyes and looked inside at the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness in his body, which was about the size of a grain of rice, and mobilized his soul power to nourish the malnourished thin body.

As dusk fell, the bustling Zhu Mansion gradually subsided.

As the night deepened, the noise in Fuyang City was also swallowed up by the enveloping darkness.

Just when everything was silent, a figure suddenly jumped onto the roof from the city lord's mansion—the figure first looked around with his hands behind his back, then closed his eyes and sniffed and sniffed in the air, and then locked his direction under the cover of night. Leaping on the tiles on the roof, at the speed of light, he galloped straight to a mansion with low air pressure in the west of the city.

When the time just came, Yan, who had nourished his body with soul power, slowly opened his eyes, touched his somewhat shriveled stomach, got out of bed, and was about to go to the kitchen again.

But at this moment, the scent of a lotus fragrance changed from light to strong, and within a few breaths, it had already filled his nostrils - he paused, followed the smell and walked to the yard, where the darkness shrouded I couldn't see anything clearly in the courtyard, except for the century-old trees entrenched by the courtyard wall.

There seemed to be a wind blowing, the leaves rustled, and there seemed to be a faint sound of breathing.

Yan glanced at the old tree, pretended not to notice it, took the food box out of the yard, and slipped into the kitchen familiarly.

The kitchen has not been turned off, but there are not as many people as in the daytime.

Several cooks prepared supper for the masters in the hospital, and steaming tonic soup was still stewed on a row of ceramic stoves.While stuffing firewood into the stove, the stoveman complained, "Why should I be deducted from my monthly payment? I just started the fire. What do I do if I lose my meals?"

"I'm wronged too."

The busy cook felt the same way, angrily turned over the ingredients in the pot with the spatula in his hand, and said with righteous indignation: "Don't tell me to catch the thief who stole the food, or..."

As he said that, he raised the spatula in his hand: "I have to peel his skin and cram his tendons to make a dish!"

"Boss Lin is hateful! But this food thief is even more hateful!"

The cook also dropped the tongs, and said bitterly: "It was just a matter of stealing some insignificant rations before, but now he dares to stretch his claws towards the meals of the masters, why didn't he kill him?"

The scolded one glanced at the person who followed secretly, and touched his nose.

Then he walked away from the chicken soup and a plate of pastries that were stewed on the ceramic stove, slipped back to the yard, and started eating in the dark without even lighting a candle.

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