shock!After the abandoned concubine cheated on God of War, she just wanted to farm

Chapter 139
The woman who still has the charm is Mr. Xi from the Yanhu Villa, who has long been known as the world-famous red boat oiran "the charming girl on the water - Feiying".

There are two veins in the land of fireworks, one is brothels on land, and the other is red boats on water.

Aunt Fei Ying let the servant take off her cloak, revealing a thin shirt, embroidered with red lotuses in full bloom, the core of the red lotus was empty, revealing her whiteness like jade, she sat on the grand master's chair brought by the servant, Looking indulgently at Qing Ling up and down.

Qing Ling stared back at her with a stubborn face.

"Pfft!"

Aunt Fei Ying laughed out loud, laughing at her overthinking herself.

"Tsk tsk, this arrogant little look is exactly the same as my senior sister back then."

"Look at that little mouth with red cherry like blood, look at that eyes that are watery and watery, and even look a little bit like that. Such a good thing, if you train it, it will definitely be one of the five beauties of our Yanhu Villa in the future." .”

Qing Ling yelled at her, "Bah!"

"Ha ha!"

Aunt Feiying beckoned, and two handsome young servants staggered by their feet, tapping their leg bones carefully.

"Sister, come to our Yanhu Villa, if you want to come out with all your needs, there is only one way. You can serve the nobles well, and when the master is happy, you can spend your old age peacefully with money in your hands. "

"However, maybe my sister will stay for a while longer and discover this second interest, and she will be reluctant to part with our rich nest in Yanhu Villa."

After the words fell, he even pulled a handsome young man for a scene of fragrant kisses, the movements of which made people tongue-smacking.

Qing Ling's eyes sharpened, a feeling of nausea surged up, and he retched while holding on to the wall next to him.

Aunt Fei Ying, who was immersed in the enthusiastic offensive of the handsome young man, kicked the young man away, and her face sank.

Then, she suddenly let out a weird laugh:
"I'm afraid you don't know that when I had sex with others, my senior sister vomited like this for three days, scolding me every day for being shameless and insulting the style of the teacher."

"It's a pity, she just has a good life... She doesn't look like me..."

No one noticed that Aunt Feiying had two tears slipping from the corners of her eyes, and she casually pulled her sleeves to wipe away the tears.

She clapped her hands together, and two beautiful maids came in, gently opened the incense burner, added some spices with a silver spoon, and then quietly left.

Curly smoke rises, faint fragrance scattered.

Aunt Fei Ying walked up to her slowly, Qing Ling shrank back, as if facing a formidable enemy, she immediately raised the stick in her hand.

There was a distance of more than one meter between the two.

Aunt Feiying glanced at the wooden stick with disdain, showed an unbelievable smile, and walked away.

Everyone then retreated, and with a bang, the gatehouse was locked.

The air was as still as snow.

Qingling breathed a sigh of relief, she had checked everything in the house, and there was no weak point to help her escape.

When the next wave of people came in, looking for an opportunity, the young lady found that she was missing. The whole county must be looking for her, but she was in a carriage and a boat.

After a while, how could Miss find it so quickly.

She dipped into the water in the tub, it was still a little warm, she lay down next to the tub and washed her face, wiped her cheeks carelessly, then sat on the grand master chair to recharge her energy.

The hours passed little by little.

Qing Ling, who was leaning on the grand teacher's chair, felt very tired, drowsiness swept over her whole body, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

Shocked, she was still in danger, she tried her best to dispel the tiredness, twisted her body unconsciously, and groaned.

boom!
A string broke in her brain, and she took Chinese medicine!
Enduring the discomfort, she kicked the incense burner on the right shelf to the ground.

It's a pity that it was too late, she was quickly covered up like an ant biting the bone marrow, hungry... hungry... unbearable...

Qingling gritted her teeth and crawled into the tub, the cold water covered her eyes, nose, mouth, and neck, and she didn't stick her head out until she was suffocated.

Itchy!Ants bite the marrow bone!To swallow her whole.

She dragged her heavy body, pointed her arms at the ears of the incense burner, and rolled back and forth vigorously.

The pungent smell of blood spread in the house.

In the dark night, a group of four people dived ashore at the bamboo forest with rippling blue waves on a lake, and jumped into the Yanhu Villa from the side.

Yanhu Villa is very large, and the four of Guangfengranhua passed through five independent small courtyards.

In each small courtyard, the clouds are seen from a distance, and the veils are lowered, creating a hazy atmosphere. There are singing girls singing the melodious voice, and groups of men beside them are talking wildly and frolicking.

There was a single maid passing by carrying fruit, and the figure flashed, as if this maid had never appeared before.

"If you make a sound, you are destined to die here!" Feng Ranhua's voice was cold like a hell messenger demanding his life.

The maid stared wide-eyed in horror and nodded.

Feng Ranhua asked: "Where is the girl sent ashore today?"

Chen Wu opened his mouth easily, but the knife was resting on his neck.

"Ha...ha..." The maid took a long breath and said with a trembling voice, "It's... in the cold yarn boudoir in the southeast corner."

Snapped!
Chen Wu's palm turned into a knife and slashed at her neck, causing her to faint.

The four of them held their breath, escaped the patrolling guards, and sneaked into the cold yarn boudoir.

Squatting on a treetop, Feng Ranhua frowned impatiently, there are a few more masters in this yard.

"Auntie, that girl's medicine has taken effect. She is using pain medicine to take effect. Her arms were cut in several places, and blood flowed all over the place." A maid said respectfully:

"Hey, there are still people who are sober-minded and trying to find an antidote. It seems that they haven't gotten into their hearts yet. Wait for half an hour to send the antidote. Warn them, don't touch her. She, I will keep it for great use."

A charming voice, slow and careless.

Could it be that Qingling?

The wind dyeing painting reveals bright lights, and slowly moves to the boudoir where the sound is coming from.

In the boudoir, the surrounding stone walls are covered with pink brocade gauze, and even the roof is separated by purple brocade embroidered felt. A huge and exquisitely carved jade-inlaid dental bed is placed with a brocade embroidered quilt, which is extremely luxurious. .

On the bed, the gauze curtain was rolled up, and a woman in her thirties was lying on her side in a jaded state, holding a fruit in her mouth without swallowing it, her winking eyes moving like silk.

snort!
Feng Ranhua intuitively feels that this woman is not easy to mess with, but if Qing Ling was the one you mentioned just now, she will definitely sacrifice her life to accompany her.

Whoosh!
Feng Ranhua leaps away.

"Who?" Aunt Fei Ying vigilantly gathered up the thin shirt with slippery shoulders.

Suddenly, two figures flew out from the house, looking around.

The wind-dyed painting hidden in the dark held his breath and lay motionless on the stone wall of a rockery.

It turned out that the master breath she sensed just now was from these two people.

"Meow……"

A stray cat leaped over the stones into the night.

Two figures, one tall and one short, entered, "Auntie, it's a wild cat."

"Yes." Aunt Feiying seduced the nearest handsome gentleman and fiddled with her.

Feng Ranhua searched from room to room, and finally heard a suppressed whine in a bathroom in the backyard.

The figure rushed towards the door like lightning.

Chen Wu, with a bang, the door was kicked open.

The wind dyed painting rushed in, and the scarlet all over the ground hit the eyes.

Immediately, the strength in her body seemed to be pulled dry, and she looked at Qing Ling who was lying in a pool of blood with disbelief on her face.

(End of this chapter)