The sick beauty has caught the bamboo horse

Zhou Qingyan pushed Chu Heng away with all his strength, followed by illusory steps, and pressed his elbow on Chu Heng's throat.

In order to break free from Chu Heng and gain the upper hand, Zhou Qingyan even used lightness kung fu.

Chu Heng had no choice but to avoid it sideways.

Zhou Qingyan took the opportunity to jump on his back and control the latter.

Chu Heng was startled: "Don't fall."

The man chose to give up resisting, and dragged Zhou Qingyan's thigh with his hands, dragging him up.

Zhou Qingyan raised his brows high: "Who is calling whom?"

There was obvious helplessness in Chu Heng's voice: "My name is Mr. Ayan."

Zhou Qingyan responded with satisfaction.

If you really want to fight for strength, the current Zhou Qingyan is not as good as Chu Heng, whoever tells the latter to care about it will be chaotic, so just let him.

The bastard has no shame in it.

Chu Heng put the man down firmly.

Zhou Qingyan remembered his most fundamental purpose of coming here: "Where is my gift?"

Chu Heng's voice was full of helplessness, but his eyes were shining brightly: "Little money fan."

Zhou Qingyan snorted: "The ancients said that a penny can't beat a hero, but silver money... this, what is this?"

Zhou Qingyan swallowed all the teasing words, and stared blankly at the box in Chu Heng's hand.

This is a jewelry box from a daughter's family. It is small, but the box is surrounded by exquisite patterns—you can see the luxury and fineness of the box at a glance.It may be some years, the four corners are a little worn, and the relief is also faintly faded.

But Zhou Qingyan was still shocked.

This is Mrs. Chu's jewelry box, a dowry brought from her natal family. Later, Chu Heng's grandmother, Mrs. Chu's mother-in-law added something to it.

Chu Heng opened the box: "I'm afraid Ah Yan will be disappointed, the things inside are not worth much."

While talking, the man took out a bracelet - made of gold and jade-rimmed, engraved with eight big characters: peace and joy, a hundred years without worries. After so many years, these words are still clearly visible, which shows that the craftsmen spent a lot of time. Less effort.

This word is also exquisite, using the handwriting of the Confucian masters of the year, every stroke and stroke are powerful, calm and atmospheric.

Zhou Qingyan has seen a lot of good things in this world, and if this thing is really worth it, it is really worthless.

Chu Heng gently wiped off the fine dust on it, and then carefully put it on Zhou Qingyan's hand - it was a bit small.

Seeing this, Chu Heng sighed helplessly: "This is a family heirloom of the Chu family that has been passed down from generation to generation to daughter-in-law but not to sons. I have kept it until now and only want to give it to those who will spend my whole life with it."

The man thought for a while, then took out a length of red string, put the bracelet on and put it on for Zhou Qingyan: "You grew up in the Chu family since you were young, and you have met my parents, so you are considered a member of my Chu family." gone."

Zhou Qingyan touched the bracelet on his chest, and an unknown feeling vaguely rose in his heart - as if a certain boat that had crossed the ocean had finally found land.

Chu Heng put his arms around him: "I've thought about it for the past few days, but I still can't hold back."

"Can't hold back what?"

"I want to get married with you in a fair manner, and here it is." Chu Heng said, "At first, I wanted to make achievements before getting married, but later I was afraid that you would be snatched away by others. It is more serious to take you home first."

Zhou Qingyan listened to the delicate and good-looking eyebrows raised, and smiled jokingly.

Chu Heng: "I've already made arrangements. We will get married here in one month's time."

At that time, the crabapple blossoms were blooming, and all the guests celebrated, beating gongs and drums, so that everyone could witness the marriage.

Zhou Qingyan: "You say you get married when you say you get married?"

Chu Heng hurriedly kissed Zhou Qingyan's soft lips with a smile in his eyes.

Zhou Qingyan's lips were red: "I don't..."

Chu Heng didn't wait for Zhou Qingyan to finish, and swallowed the chattering mouth in one gulp.This time the kiss was much deeper than the last time, and the storm swept Zhou Qingyan.

Zhou Qingyan's legs softened after being kissed, and Chu Heng recited him out of Tingfeng Pavilion.

Zhou Qingyan yawned: "Is there something else I need to do before getting married?"

Chu Heng understood his thoughts very well: "Cui Ying?"

Zhou Qingyan nodded: "Yes."

He has worked so hard to come to Jiangnan East Road not to play with Cui Zhengji Wanrou, Cui Yingcai, the insider who destroyed the family of the Chu family back then, is the target.

No matter what, you have to make a break with the past.

Early the next morning, Zhou Qingyan went straight to Cui's mansion without handing over the post.

The doorman of Cui's mansion was frightened out of his wits when he saw him: "Long live the country, the country, the master of the country!"

Zhou Qingyan didn't even look at him, and went straight into the mansion. The interior furnishings of Cui's mansion were much more luxurious than those of Pan Jiaji's, and even the lowly maids who worked in the yard were accompanied by walkers.

Cui Ying came out of the main hall in a panic: "I don't know that the Master of the State Teacher is here, and I deserve death."

"No need." Zhou Qingyan's tone was cold, "This official's visit has nothing to do with witchcraft, but there is something puzzling, and I would like to ask Master Cui to answer it."

It is not unreasonable for Cui Ying to be able to live until now. When he heard this, many thoughts probably flashed through his mind in an instant, and he took Zhou Qingyan to the main hall.

Cui Ying gave the boy a look, and the latter closed the door knowingly, and guarded the door himself.

Cui Ying pursed her lips nervously: "Master National Teacher..."

Zhou Qingyan turned around and said, "Cui Ying, when you were the young minister of Dali Temple, why did you judge people's lives so lightly?"

Cui Ying's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he looked at Zhou Qingyan with fear in his eyes: "I, I."

Before Zhou Qingyan said which case was judged, Cui Ying had already reacted like this.Zhou Qingyan's heart sank.

"General Chu is full of loyalty, but you judged him to be treasonous." Zhou Qingyan slowly picked up a teacup, his tone as if reminiscing about old friends.

But in the next moment, Zhou Qingyan's tone became extremely harsh, and the teacup brushed against Cui Ying's temples, and fell to the ground with a slap and fell apart.

"Cui Ying, Master Cui." Zhou Qingyan bent down and stared at Cui Ying - the latter's calf was constantly trembling, and he fell to his knees with a plop under the terrible pressure.

When Zhou Qingyan narrowed his eyes, his gaze was very sharp, as if all injustices in the world could not escape these eyes: "Say, who instructed you back then?"

Cui Ying lowered her head: "No one caused it."

Zhou Qingyan sneered: "You are so loyal."

"Unfortunately, loyal iron bones are nothing to me." Zhou Qingyan said, taking out something from his sleeve.

On the other side, the boy guarding the door is called Wan Feng, who has always been Cui Ying's close relative, but he also has another identity, that is, he is the uncle of Cui Zheng, the young son of Cui.

Cui Zheng's mother, one of Cui Ying's countless aunts, saved a servant when she was a child, and this servant has always remembered this kindness.

After Cui Zheng was taken away by the national teacher, Wang Meier cried in the yard until the pear blossoms rained and made a fuss. Cui Ying comforted her every time she felt annoyed. Only Wanfeng felt sorry for her sister and sent things to the yard from time to time.

At this time, the master and the national teacher were discussing inside, and Wan Feng was loyally guarding outside. Not long after, Wang Meier appeared in front of him.

Wanfeng quickly stood up: "Sister?"

Wang Meier was born in a cave dwelling, and she waited on her master with her face like a girl from a water village and her gentle cry, and she spoke like a sparrow that was injured on a tree.

"Little brother." Wang Meier wiped her tears with a handkerchief, "Is the master in there?"

Wanfeng told the truth: "Master is in there to discuss important matters with Master Guoshi."

Wang Meier: "Little brother, let me go in and see Master Guoshi. Although my son made a big mistake, I am a mother after all. Let me see you again."

Wanfeng showed embarrassment: "This..."

Seeing this, Wang Meier knelt down: "Little brother, I beg you, sister."

How could Wanfeng bear this gift, he gritted his teeth and helped him up: "Go in."

In the house, Cui Ying was already a disabled person, his voice was poisonously hoarse, his legs were twisted, his whole body was limp on the ground like a big bug, and a long line of sweat dripped out.

Ah Qiang breathed out: "Pavilion Master, you are still alive."

Zhou Qingyan turned his back to the two and did not speak for a long time.What Cui Ying said made him wonder what kind of situation it was.

But when you think about it carefully, all of this is unbelievably reasonable. In the entire Yuan Country, there is only one person who has such great power and hates Chu Yue so much.

Emperor Jiaxing!

Zhou Qingyan squatted down with his back to the door: "The dignified Shaoqing of Dali Temple has become the emperor's lackey, and now Emperor Jiaxing has not benefited you at all."

He was also demoted from the capital to Jiangnan East Road.

Cui Ying salivated and struggled violently.

At this moment, the door was pushed open suddenly.

A shrill cry rang in Zhou Qingyan's ears: "Zhou thief, I want you to pay for Zheng'er's life!!!"

Ah Qiang showed horror: "Pavilion Master be careful!"

Pooh!It was the sound of a dagger piercing into flesh.

Swipe!Blood spattered, splashed on Wang Meier's face, and splashed on Ah Qiang's feet.

Zhou Qingyan's face was pale, and he grabbed his heart with the last bit of strength - Wang Meier stabbed half of it through there.

Plop, plop, plop...

Zhou Qingyan lost consciousness completely before he could even utter a complete sentence.

This overwhelmed heart finally stagnated gradually under external force.

The author says:

Sorry cuties, I set the wrong release time. It was supposed to be posted last night, but it was set at [-]:[-] the next day.