The poor lover provoked Luo Xiaoniang

Chapter 717

Luo Jiaojiao, who blushed, bowed her head and walked quickly to their residence.

"Aren't you watching too?"

Luo Jiaojiao muttered something while walking, which made Bo Langjun's face feel hot.

Although he didn't intend to see it, he saw it after all.

"It's not that you refuse to leave?"

Bo Langjun frowned and found an excuse to save face for himself.

"I want to save face and suffer! I don't care about you!"

Luo Jiaojiao ran into the Yayuan that Jiang Yu prepared for their couple.

"Uncle Guo and Madam please go this way!"

The servant girl who had been waiting for a long time saluted Mr. Bo Lang.

Bo Langjun and Luo Jiaojiao followed the servant girl through the gravel path and came to a warm pavilion.

"The maidservant's name is Wudong, if the master has any orders, just call me!"

Udon lowered his head and stood beside the door to salute Bo Langjun and his wife who entered the room.

"Go back! I'm here!"

Feng Yue jumped down from the roof, startling Udon.

"My room is next door, if you need anything, please ask Uncle Guo!"

Udon clutched his chest, turned and went back to the house in a panic.

"So timid?"

The corner of Feng Yue's right mouth was slightly raised, looking at Udon's graceful back and smiling.

"Just like the master! You still laugh when you scare me!"

The blush on Luo Jiaojiao's face hadn't faded yet, and she felt uncomfortable in her heart.

"Don't forget! You are also his half master!"

Mr. Bo Lang sat at the tea table and began to make tea.He drank a lot of wine at Jiang Yu's wedding banquet. Although he was not very drunk, he was not so sober.

The guards in Jiang Yu's mansion were persecuted by Zhao Qi's torment, and they patrolled around the mansion with all their energy, for fear that there would be any troubles again.

Bo Langjun drank three courses of tea, and then said to Luo Jiaojiao who was leaning on the couch and watching him:
"Tomorrow Jiang Yu will invite the crown prince and a group of young people who get along well with him to the house for a banquet. I have invited you, Master Qin, and the dancers from the Red Dance Music Class to come and sing and dance."

Mr. Bo Lang had to say something nice to make Luo Jiaojiao happy.

"real!"

Luo Jiaojiao was so excited that she sat up straight on the couch, and shouted with bright eyes.

"Well! Let's go to bed early!"

Mr. Bo Lang got up and went to the inner room.

"Didn't Master Qin go back to Qinjiabao?"

Luo Jiaojiao happily followed Bo Langjun and asked.

"Perhaps he heard that you and I have returned to the imperial city, so he came back!"

Mr. Bo Lang didn't want to mention Qin Li more.He just couldn't see Luo Jiaojiao's eyes shining when she heard the word Qin Li.

"When did he come back?"

Luo Jiaojiao graciously undressed Mr. Bo Lang.

"It's been two days!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Luo Jiaojiao sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Bo Langjun who was already lying down.

"You are very busy with Jiang Yu's wedding, so I will tell you later."

Mr. Bo Lang closed his eyes.

This Luo Xiaoniang still has so many words!
"Master Qin, please don't leave!"

Luo Jiaojiao got under the quilt and pinched Bo Langjun's eyelashes with her hands.

Bo Langjun dodged subconsciously, and opened his eyes.

Luo Jiaojiao was looking at him with a half-smile in her watery eyes.Her round lips are still pink and tender, making people want to peck them.

"If you want him to stay, then I will keep him!"

Bo Langjun hugged Luo Jiaojiao dotingly, put his lips on her pink lips and sucked...

The night was very quiet, and even the sound of watch watch was barely audible.

Jiang Yu's house is relatively remote, and most of the nearby houses are the homes of rich people.Those people don't come to live several times a year, so ten rooms are empty.

In the middle of the night, Luo Jiaojiao, who was sleeping soundly, vaguely heard someone whispering in the window behind the screen, and suddenly woke up.Seeing that Mr. Bo was not on the bed, she put on her clothes and sat up looking at the screen.

The tall and straight figure behind the screen, Luo Jiaojiao, is all too familiar.

He didn't sleep in the middle of the night, who was he talking to?

No matter how curious Luo Jiaojiao was, she knew she couldn't go there at this time.

She only heard Bo Langjun's last words:
"If he doesn't know the fun, he won't stay!"

Who do you want to kill?Luo Jiaojiao waited suspiciously for Bo Langjun to come back and ask for clarification.

"you're awake?"

Bo Langjun didn't seem surprised to see Luo Jiaojiao sitting on the bed and looking at him.

"You want to kill someone?"

Luo Jiaojiao asked softly when she saw that Bo Langjun was on the bed.

"Tomorrow, I'll go talk to Zhao Qi! If he still insists on making things difficult for us, then kill him! Save so many people from suffering later!"

Bo Langjun's words made Luo Jiaojiao stop talking.She felt that Zhao Qi should have died a long time ago!
Zhao Qi and Jiang Ci sat in the secret room all night relatively silent.

Both of them were seriously injured.

"master!"

The door of the secret room opened, and Zhao Qi's bodyguard came in to salute and handed over a post.

"Who knew we were here?"

Seeing Zhao Qi staring blankly at the candles on the table after reading the post, Jiang Ci asked uneasily.

"He asked me to go to Yipinxian Restaurant at Sijiji!"

Zhao Qi's voice was hollow and completely lost the confidence of the past.

"What does he want? Why doesn't he send someone if he knows we're here?"

Jiang Ci looked at Zhao Qi suspiciously.

"He finally moved to kill!"

Zhao Qi muttered to himself.

"Let's escape!"

Jiang Ci put on his clothes and got up, but pulled the wound on his shoulder and let out a "hiss".

"If you and I are not injured, maybe we can escape!"

Zhao Qi still sat still, not even blinking his eyes.

"The master can't go to die!"

One of Jiang Ci's arms was hanging, and the outer robe could not be put on at all, so he had to wear it.

"I'm going! Run away!"

Zhao Qi finally raised his hand to pick up the teacup on the table, took a sip of the herbal tea with his chapped lips, and then spit it out again.

This herbal tea was too bitter, he couldn't swallow it at all.

He coughed twice, blood oozes from the wound on his back again, and the pain made his forehead sweat.

"Give!"

Jiang Ci exchanged hot tea for Zhao Qi.

"There is a box of jewelry in the cabinet over there, enough for the rest of your life! Find a hidden place to hide for a few years, and go to the frontier when the limelight passes!"

Zhao Qi took a sip of hot tea and calmed down.

"Jiang Ci is willing to go with the master!"

The phantom swordsman Jiang Ci is not an unknown person in the world.He is both good and evil, and people in the world have mixed opinions on him, but they don't know that he is actually a very loyal person.

"It's just one more corpse! You can think clearly!"

Zhao Qi was ready to die.

He was a damned person, wasn't he?It was that person's kindness that allowed him to live for so many years, but he still hated him!

Without him, their Zhao family might not be in such a miserable situation!
Although Zhao Qi knew that everything Bo Langjun did was not for himself, but he was a member of the Zhao family after all.

How could he not avenge this hatred?

But he still can't beat him!He admitted it!Don't their Zhao family still have two people who continue the incense?
God is really good at teasing people, it turned out that he gave them a glimmer of hope for the Zhao family!
Zhao Qi's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

"It's almost time!"

Jiang Ci glanced at the funnel in the secret room to remind Zhao Qi.

Zhao Qi drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, then slammed it to the ground.

With a "pop", the teacup instantly shattered into several pieces.

Zhao Qi, who had pulled the wound on his back, was in so much pain that he couldn't stand up.

Jiang Ci came over to help him up, and brought him a coat.

Zhao Qi's face was so pale that there was no blood in the outer robe.He straightened his back with difficulty, pressed the switch of the secret room and walked out.

Zhao Qi couldn't open his eyes under the bright sun.

It took him a while to adjust to the light outside.

A burst of hurried footsteps made Zhao Qi frowned.

"so many people?"

Jiang Ci's uninjured hand pulled out a knife hanging from the knife pouch on his back.

(End of this chapter)