Group pet princess with fight Xixi to dominate ancient times

Chapter 422 Your Majesty, how about sleeping together tonight?
Her eyes were scarlet, and she said hysterically: "Bitch! It's clear that you killed Wang Baixue and put her body in my room.

But you bite back and tell me..."

"shut up!"

Patriarch Meng looked angry, pointed at her with his right hand and said: "Your Majesty and Liu Mei have been friends for many years, how could they harm her?

With Du family head testifying about this matter, how could it be false?Come, step down the snow island immediately, bring a wooden frame for firewood, and burn her to death! "

"You old man! Stupid!"

Wang Baixue's face twisted like a ghost, and she cursed angrily: "Jiang Mengyue wants us to kill each other, she is taking advantage of the fisherman.

You fell for her! "

However, Patriarch Meng was in a fit of anger, no matter what Wang Baixue said, he would not listen.

With a flick of his sleeves, he led his troops to Snow Island.

Because of Wang Baixue's captivity, Wu Wanghai's disciples were in chaos, and soon lost to the Meng family, they were defeated and fled in all directions.

"Run!"

"You said that the third lady was so nice, why did she kill Meng Liumei? What an idiot! Not even half of Jiang Mengyue!"

"Yes, if it weren't for this, how could we have fallen into such a situation?"

……

Soon, the owner of the Meng family set Xuedao on fire and returned to the Meng family immediately.

At this moment, Wang Baixue was tied to the cross.

At her feet, piles of fueled firewood piled up.

The disciple held the torch high and stood aside, waiting for Patriarch Meng's order to burn Wang Baixue to death.

Jiang Mengyue had already gone downstairs with Du Qingfeng, and sat by the fire to watch the play.

"You scheming bitch! Bastard..."

The hatred in Wang Baixue's eyes was overwhelming, and she kept cursing.

From time to time, she looked pitifully at Du Qingfeng, hoping that Du Qingfeng would turn against her and explain the truth to Patriarch Meng.

However, Du Qingfeng didn't even look at her.

Wang Baixue almost fainted from the anger.

Jiang Mengyue said calmly: "Aren't you tired of scolding for so long? You caused Gong Yuanyuan to break her right arm, and you deserve it right for being reduced to this point today."

She glanced at Wang Baixue's right arm, and said with a faint smile, "Why don't I let you have a taste of a broken arm before you die."

Her eyes turned hard, she drew out the Shadow Moon Sword, and approached Wang Baixue step by step.

"Idiot, if you dare to touch my finger, my father will never... ah!"

Before Wang Baixue could finish her sentence, her right arm fell to the ground, her face was grim in pain, and she kept screaming.

Du Qingfeng looked at Jiang Mengyue playfully, and sighed, "What a cruel little girl."

The smile in his eyes deepened.

After Patriarch Meng came, he waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to light the fire.

In an instant, Wang Baixue was engulfed by the fire and disappeared without a trace.

"Ah! Help... Father save me!"

"Jiang Mengyue! Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!"

Wang Baixue's cry was shrill and terrifying.

Master Meng stared at the big fire coldly after holding it with one hand, with a look of resentment on his face.

"My Patriarch is able to avenge Liu Mei today, thanks to His Majesty and Patriarch Du. Come here, give them each a billion taels of silver."

Du Qingfeng smiled warmly, waved his right hand and said, "Patriarch Meng is being polite, this little girl is greedy for money, so give it all to her."

He looked fondly at Jiang Mengyue, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Okay."

Jiang Mengyue was not polite either, she nodded in response, looked quietly at the energetic Master Meng, and touched her nose.

"Little Luoluo, look, you still thank me."

"The head of the Meng family is a bit stupid."

Little Luoluo commented.

"It's not stupid, at least he was suspicious of me. It's just that his temper is too violent, and once he gets angry, he loses the ability to think."

Jiang Mengyue spread her hands, and decided to run away with Du Qingfeng before Patriarch Meng could react.

After depositing the 20 billion taels of silver notes into Pin Xixi, she stood up and cupped her fists and said, "Patriarch Meng, since Liu Mei has died, we will leave first."

"Why don't we have a feast before leaving?"

Patriarch Meng frowned.

"No, we still have things to do."

Du Qingfeng smiles like a spring breeze.

"Oh, that's good. Come here, prepare some dry food, and leave it for Master Du and the others to eat on the way."

After Patriarch Meng finished speaking, Du Qingfeng was about to say no, so Jiang Mengyue hurriedly asked, "Do you have any pancakes?"

"There are some."

The head of the Meng family nodded repeatedly, and hurriedly ordered someone to bring a sack of sesame seed cakes, and a sack of pastries, buns, etc., and handed them to Jiang Mengyue.

Then, under Du Qingfeng's suspicious gaze, Jiang Mengyue left with two sacks on her back.

"Brothers, take a look! A sesame seed cake only costs three Wen!"

After she returned to the boat, she sold sesame seed buns with the sailors. After earning a lot of money, she squatted at the stern and ate the last piece of sesame seed cake.

Du Qingfeng was tall and tall, standing beside her, staring at her faintly, completely unable to understand her brain circuit.

"Well, these few pennies are rare?"

Du Qingfeng's voice is gentle and pleasant.

"It doesn't matter how much or how little it is, why not if it's money?"

Jiang Mengyue looked suspicious.

She used to set up a stall at school, and the purchase price of a fly swatter was [-] cents, and she sold it for [-] cents.

A few pennies in ancient times was equivalent to ten yuan in modern times, so much money.

Du Qingfeng: "..."

The two didn't understand each other, and stared at each other for a long time.

After a while, Du Qingfeng smiled warmly and pinched her chin, his eyes were dark and unclear.

"it's dark."

He blew warm air into Jiang Mengyue's ear, and said hoarsely, "How about sleeping together tonight?"

His eyebrows and eyes are monstrous and cold, and he is unbelievably beautiful under the moonlight.

Jiang Mengyue was stunned for a moment, thinking that this servant is very good-looking, but it's a pity that he doesn't do anything.

At this moment, Gu Yinshu had already arrived at Yan Po Island one step ahead of them.

The man reclined on the soft floor of the main hall, drinking tea with his eyebrows drawn, his movements lazy and dignified, untouched by the smoke and fire of the world.

Yan Po and all 300 members of her family knelt in the hall, looking terrified, not even daring to breathe.

Gu Yinshu opened his lips and said, "Where's the man?"

There was a chill in his eyes, as if he was talking about Jiang Mengyue.

Qing Ya stepped forward respectfully and said: "She... She joined hands with Du Qingfeng in Mengdao to clean up Wang Baixue, which wasted time.

Still on the way..."

"Joint..."

Gu Yinshu murmured two words softly, with such an indifferent expression.

The teacup shattered into powder again and fell to the ground.

He looks like a bewitching beauty walking out of the painting, but his body is full of dangerous chills, making people afraid to come within three meters of him.

"Who...who is talking about me..."

Jiang Mengyue's heart felt cold, her legs softened, and she sat down on the ground.

Terrified.

Seeing that her expression was not right, Du Qingfeng said ruthlessly, "Who is Your Majesty thinking of? Gu Yinshu? En?"

He stopped talking nonsense with Jiang Mengyue, hugged her and entered the cabin.

Jiang Mengyue said angrily: "This is a 1V1 article, you can't sleep with me either, are you tired after tossing and tossing?"

"It's babbling again."

Du Qingfeng's eyes were icy cold, and he said faintly: "Sometimes I really doubt, you are out of your mind."

He bowed his head and kissed Jiang Mengyue's lips.

Jiang Mengyue hurriedly reached out and covered her mouth, keeping her innocence, and said vigilantly: "Believe it or not, I ordered the author to turn you into a eunuch?"

Du Qingfeng: "..."

He looked at Jiang Mengyue, as if he was looking at an evil pen.

(End of this chapter)