Murong Jian's face was livid, and he shouted angrily: "You are talking nonsense!"
"I'm not talking nonsense, I saw the truth with my own eyes..." Murong Xue paused every word, her eyes were cold.
"The truth you 'see', can I believe it?" Murong Jian looked at Murong Xue with raised eyebrows, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of ridicule: They are all enemies of Murong Xue, and Murong Xue can't count them, so he just used such childish words It's really stupid to try to divide them by small schemes.
"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, then Second Uncle will do his best to help others raise their sons. When the truth is revealed one day, Second Uncle, please don't say that I didn't warn you." Murong Xue said with a smile, gently He waved his hand lightly.
Xun Feng withdrew his long sword and retreated to Murong Xue's side.
Murong Jian was taken aback, Murong Xue actually let him go just like that? He wanted to grab her Nuanyu by force, but she didn't poke him a few bloody holes to vent her anger. This is not like her way of doing things!
Murong Jian raised his head to look at Murong Xue, only to see that she was also looking at him, with pity and sarcasm flickering in her cold eyes, Murong Jian was furious: "Murong Xue, don't show such an expression... Ji'er is My own son...I'll prove it to you...I'll make you give up... "
Murong Jian shouted angrily, waved his sleeves, turned around, and strode forward.
Murong Xue snorted in disdain to make her give up? In the end, I don't know who it is!
Trimming the slightly pleated sleeves, Murong Xue leisurely walked towards the small main courtyard, the corners of her mouth curled into a graceful arc: There is a lot of excitement in Zhen Guohou's mansion...
When Murong Jian stepped into the small main courtyard angrily, Murong Xue also came outside the small main courtyard, and saw that the small courtyard was very quiet, not a single maid, mother, and there was an unusual breath in the air, as if Someone is lurking in the dark...
'Whizzing! Xun Feng flew out without a trace, and slammed those auras fiercely, only to hear a few muffled 'puff puffs', and several dark guards in black were knocked out and dragged out...
Murong Jian frowned tightly. How could there be hidden guards lurking in front of his bedroom? Mrs. Zhou... Did anything happen to Mrs. Zhou
Murong Jian strode to the front of the room, and was about to open the door, when Zhou's deliberately lowered voice sounded in the room: "Why are you here?"
"Let me come and see you... how are you..." The deliberately lowered male voice was high-pitched, thin, with infinite care and sadness, Murong Jian only felt a bang, and his mind went blank: this voice... this He is very familiar with the voice, but, why is the owner of the voice here...
Listening carefully, Zhou's voice slowly sounded: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry..."
"You have been stabbed more than ten times, and your back looks like a piece of flesh and blood. Are you still applauding?" The man's lowered voice was full of anger.
Zhou laughed unnaturally: "I was accidentally hurt by Yuan Fangfei... However, Yuan Fangfei didn't take advantage of it. She will never have the chance to hurt me again..."
"But you still have potential enemies... I will quietly kill them all for you, so that no one will hurt you..." The man's deep voice was full of viciousness and viciousness.
Zhou said hurriedly: "No need..."
"Aying (Zhou's name), this is what I want to do for you, I hope you don't stop..." The man's shrill voice was full of sadness.
Zhou was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Then be careful..."
"I know," the man replied softly, his voice was very pleasant, but also a little weak.
Zhou asked with concern: "How is your injury?"
"It's just a small injury, it's okay..." The man's voice was smiling and tender: "A Ying, as long as you and Ji'er are safe and happy, I don't want anything in this life..."
"Bang!" The closed door was kicked open, and Murong Jian barged in with a livid face, and saw Wei Jinxian wearing a black and purple brocade robe, sitting on the side of the bed, hugging Zhou Ying lightly, tenderly.
Zhou Shi nestled meekly in his arms, a little bit of reassurance and a little bit of shyness appeared on her pale face...
The violent knocking on the door woke them up. Looking at the angry Murong Jian standing in the middle of the room, Wei Jinxian's eyes froze: Why did Murong Jian suddenly barge in? He obviously arranged several hidden guards outside, but they didn't send any message
Zhou Ying's eyes were full of horror: "Master... Master..."
"How dare you steal someone behind my back." Murong Jian said bitterly, with the raging anger burning in his eyes, as if he wanted to swallow the two of them alive, he grabbed the feather duster next to him, and slapped them viciously...
"Master, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..." Zhou Ying explained in a panic, reaching out to grab the feather duster in Murong Jian's hand...
"What I saw with my own eyes, what I heard with my own ears, is there any misunderstanding!" Murong Jian was furious, the feather duster in his hand passed Zhou Ying's interception, and slammed onto her arm, only to hear 'crack! ' With a sound, the newly healed wound was cracked, and Zhou's miserable scream pierced through the clouds, resounding through the sky: "Ah..."
Murong Jian turned a deaf ear to it, and angrily beat Zhou Ying with a feather duster: How dare you steal someone behind his back, slut, slut, slut...
"Ah..." Zhou Ying screamed miserably, rolling back and forth on the bed, her wounds were opened, and bright red blood oozed out, staining her clothes...
A sharp and cold light flashed in Wei Jinxian's eyes, he swung his palm and hit Murong Jian's chest, causing him to stagger back...
Wei Jinxian's angry roar resounded through the room: "Lord Murong, I am the chief eunuch, why did you have a tryst with your wife and have an affair?"
Murong Jian barely stood firm, his sharp eyes glanced at Wei Jinxian's side, and he smiled sinisterly: "It's impossible to have an affair, but a tryst is still possible!"
Wei Jinxian's face was ashen, he looked at Murong Jian coldly, and finally said after a long while: "This Dugong came to the Marquis Mansion to find Mr. Murong, and Mr. Murong is not here. This Dugong will comfort Mrs. Murong when he sees that Mrs. Murong is seriously injured. …”
"Really? Hugging a married woman and talking sweetly, is Wei Dugong's so-called comfort? Hehe, Wei Dugong's consolation is really unique!" Murong Jian stared at Wei Jinxian with hatred, his eyes burning with anger.
Wei Jinxian's handsome face was so dark that it was about to drip ink, he looked at Murong Jian coldly, the coldness shot from the bottom of his eyes...
Murong Jian didn't back down, and looked at Wei Jinxian coldly, the temperature around him dropped instantly, and the murderous intent quickly spread in the room...
Zhou Ying was shocked, resisting the burning pain on her body, and looked at Murong Jian anxiously: "Master..."
"Shut up, don't give any more random explanations, I heard everything you just said." Murong Jian waved his hand and interrupted Zhou Ying, looking at Zhou Ying coldly, Wei Jinxian...