Princess, be nice

Chapter 175

"You...you!"

Mrs. Fu watched the two brothers and sisters guarding Feng Jinyue tightly, looked around, and gritted her teeth, "You wait for me!"

After Mrs. Fu left, everyone dispersed.

Yuan Changqing looked at Feng Jinyue, a little embarrassed.

"Jin..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Feng Jinyue interrupted him hastily, "I just thank you, Young Master, for saving me from the siege."

Yuan Changqing quickly waved his hands, "No, no, it's just as well that Miss Jinyue doesn't think I'm abrupt."

"To get rid of the siege, well, you don't have to take it to heart." Yuan Changhuan could see the awkward atmosphere between them, then changed the subject, and said with a sneer, "I've never seen a family like the Fu family, a dignified and scholarly family No. How could there be such a conscienceless thought."

As a modern person, Feng Jinyue hated this horrible and appalling habit, and took a deep breath, "I never thought that Pingcheng would have such a terrible custom, Yuanyuan, what if she doesn't give up?"

"After this time, she should stop for a few days. Why don't you go and hide in other places, who knows what this woman will do when she goes crazy."

"Well, I'll go to Lincheng to find my brother tomorrow." Feng Jinyue nodded in agreement.

At night, there are no stars and no moon.

Hei couldn't see his fingers.

A group of white figures in sackcloth and filial piety carried a small red sedan chair on the street, with a dark coffin in front of them.

Eerie.

Mrs. Fu supported the coffin, with a strange smile on her lips, "Son, I'm going to greet my relatives."

"You guys, what are you going to do!"

A group of people forced their way into Feng's house, and Feng Jinyue saw Mrs. Fu's pale face like a ghost.

"What are you doing, welcome, Jinyue, do you know how to serve your husband well down below?" Mrs. Fu's voice was soft, but Feng Jinyue's hair was creeped out when she heard it.

Screams pierced the sky.

"Tie her in!"

Feng Jinyue was dragged out of the gate, looking at the coffin and red sedan chair outside, her horror was beyond words.

However, Mrs. Fu still didn't think it was enough, and before letting her get on the sedan chair, she dragged her to the side of the coffin, "Come, let your husband see his wife."

In Nuo Da's coffin, there is a memorial tablet, which reads: Fu Juzhi's spiritual tablet.

When Feng Jinyue's eyes blurred, she was forcefully stuffed into the red sedan chair, her mouth was sealed, and she could only twist and struggle, but the rope was tied tightly, her eyes were all red, and Feng Jinyue bumped her head against the sedan chair in despair.

The white-clothed men in sackcloth and filial piety went all the way to the tomb of Fu Ci.

Yuan Changqing was worried about Feng Jinyue, and before Bai Ri left, he left ink to watch outside.

Shui Mo has a long-term mind, and boldly throws Mi Zongxiang on the red sedan chair.

"Eldest son, wake up, something happened to Miss Feng!"

"What? What? What's the matter with Jinyue?" Yuan Changqing casually approved a robe and ran out. Ink ink almost failed to keep up, and briefly explained what he saw.

The more he listened, the more angry he became, and finally Yuan Changqing burst into tears, "Poisonous woman!"

The pace became faster and faster, and his mind was full of going to save Jinyue, going to save Jinyue!
In front of the silent tomb, Mrs. Fu directed them to bury Feng Jinyue alive.

"Hmm..." Feng Jinyue kept shaking her head, tears from the corners of her eyes fell into the soil.

Looking at Feng Jinyue who was buried with only one head left, Mrs. Fu grabbed her chin. In the darkness, her red eyes were bloody and sinister, "Don't blame me, it's just that Zhuer likes you so much, so You have to go down with him!"

"Bury!" As soon as the words fell, heavy soil fell from Feng Jinyue's head...

(End of this chapter)