My crazy concubine is super defiant

Chapter 42
"..."

Xuan Tianzhu was silent for a while.

"You need to gather the spirit grass emperor, revive the withered grass, and activate the portable space."

"Ju Ling Grass Emperor? Where can I find that kind of thing?"

Murong Jiuqing was puzzled.

Xuan Tianzhu: "Once a clue is found, there will be a colored light prompt."

A colorful light suddenly brightened.

Turning into a pattern of beads, it flew towards Murong Jiuqing's wrist with a "swish".

"Ok."

Murong Jiu leaned over to look at the vivid pattern of the Xuantian Bead that appeared on the inside of his wrist.

Shrugging, he had no choice but to accept the fact.

Then his feet flicked, and he flicked out of Xuan Tianzhu.

...

in the room.

Murong Jiu Qing just threw the heavy bag of gold coins into the portable space.

Ling Feng quickly walked back on his hind legs.

"Miss, Liu'er's body has been sent to Miss San's yard, do you want to leave now?"

"Hey, Murong Yan'er saw Liu'er's body, did she have a wonderful expression?"

Murong Jiuqing "hehehe" smirked, and asked Lingfeng with malicious intentions.

Ling Feng nodded and tried hard to recall.

"Yes, when Miss San saw Liu'er's body, she looked as if she had seen a ghost, and her expression was extremely ugly."

"Very good, then what?" Murong Jiuqing raised his eyebrows.

"Then……"

Ling Feng hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully.

"Miss San has already invited the old general and the elder, and said that this time, Miss must give her an explanation."

"Pretend, pretend again. Look at that white lotus, how long can you pretend?"

Murong Jiuqing snorted coldly, and then said loudly towards Ling Feng.

"Let's go, Ling Feng. Miss will take you to the door to slap your face."

"Yes, Miss." Ling Feng replied respectfully.

Following Murong Jiuqing out of the room, the two strode towards Murong Yan'er's yard.

...

……

Yanran Pavilion.

As soon as Murong Jiuqing saw the signboard with the words "Yanran Pavilion" in front of him.

Immediately, he curled his lips in disgust.

"Cut, cheap stuff."

I saw that the sign was made of ordinary fir, with rough edges and only a thin piece of thickness.

Hanging in front of the courtyard, it looks very shabby.

On that wooden signboard, the words "Yanran Pavilion" were neatly written in ink.

In order to show her ingenuity, Murong Yan'er specially carved patterns of butterflies and peonies on it.

But it was set off by this broken wooden sign.

It's even more vulgar, with no taste at all.

It's not like the one in her yard.

Not only the plaque is made of golden nan ebony.

And the words on it were written by my grandfather himself.

The ink marks are flamboyant and phoenix dancing, the brushwork is powerful, and the domineering spirit is three points.

At a glance, there is a fierce and majestic aura exuding, which is soul-stirring.

As Murong Jiuqing walked in, he kept looking at the decorations along the way, shaking his head and curling his lips.

Gee.

If there is no comparison, there is no harm.

Compared with my exquisite courtyard with three steps to the first floor and five steps to one pavilion.

Murong Yan'er's place is simply a slum!
"Jiujiujiu, Miss Jiu, are you here?"

In the courtyard, the maids saw Murong Jiuqing appear.

Immediately stepped forward in horror, and said to her tremblingly.

They saw it with their own eyes. This morning, Madam came to the door to settle accounts with Miss Jiu.

On the back foot, it was carried back by a group of maids and women in a mess.

So now they looked at Murong Jiuqing with fear in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)