The Regent's Gold Concubine

Chapter 327 Yu Yue is mighty, destroying collectors (2)
Jun Yuyue pointed at the sky angrily, complaining that the sky was too cruel.

Just like that, he and Feng Qingcheng were separated abruptly.

Qi Hongshen came on horseback, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, looking at Jun Yuyue, who was dressed in a black robe and covered in mud in the mud, and pursed his lips tightly.

At this moment, Qi Hongshen's heart felt like a knife was being twisted, his breath twitched, "Um..." Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

If it was before, or if it was someone else, Qi Hongshen would have laughed at this moment, but at this moment, looking at the desperate Jun Yuyue, Qi Hongshen didn't even have the slightest sneer.

He—loved Qingcheng so much.

Why not myself.

He was heartbroken, why not himself.

He would rather die than live, why not himself.

He regretted it at the beginning, why not himself.

Wrong, wrong.

She was blinded by jealousy that day, but she forgot it. Now she has no memory, forgets the past, and even forgets the martial arts she possessed.

Not even self-defense.

"Jun Yuyue..."

Qi Hongshen spoke.

Jun Yuyue turned her head when she heard the sound, and in her eyes, she was ashamed, desolate, desperate, and cold, and she slowly stood up.

"Qi Hongshen, you really deserve death..."

"Death a thousand times, ten thousand times is not enough to fill the hatred in my heart!" Every time Jun Yuyue said a word, she took a step.

Step by step, he approached Qi Hongshen.

Seeing him riding on the big horse, he screamed and jumped on him, threw Qi Hongshen from the big horse to the ground, raised his fist, and punched Qi Hongshen in the face and body, without any rules, "It's you!" , It was you who killed her, if it wasn't for you, she is still alive now, now she is dead, she is dead, Qi Hongshen, are you satisfied?"

One punch, one punch, didn't use internal strength, but exhausted all the strength in Jun Yuyue's body.

hateful.

Qi Hongshen didn't resist either, and let Jun Yuyue beat him.

If Jun Yuyue had killed him at this moment, he would have been able to see Qingcheng.

After countless blows, the back of Jun Yuyue's hand was covered in blood, and she punched out, one inch away from the bridge of Qi Hongshen's nose, Jun Yuyue stopped.

Grabbing Qi Hongshen's lapel, he kept shaking him, "You give me back Qingcheng, you give me back Qingcheng..."

Tears streaming down my face, crying like a child.

Qi Hongshen also imagined Jun Yuyue crying like this, but found that his eye sockets were so dry that he couldn't even shed tears.

"Jun Yuyue..."

Qi Hongshen looked at Jun Yuyue, "That day, it was Zang Qinghen who bought those local hooligans and forced Qingcheng to the riverside..."

Qingcheng's temperament.

Rao has amnesia, but she is still extremely proud, and would rather die than be whole.

He imprisoned her, so he loved, pampered, cared for, and respected her.

But, from now on...

In the world, there will never be such a woman again, whose smile is brighter than a hundred flowers blooming and warmer than the sun in June.

There will never be a woman who dares to beat him, scold him, tickle him, tease him, or design him.

Qi Hongshen pushed Jun Yuyue away and stood up. He was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe covered in mud, his face was bruised and purple.

Get on your horse and leave.

Jun Yuyue froze on the spot when she heard the words.

Hide light marks...

Cangming Zang's family.

I, Jun Yuyue, want the entire Zang family to be buried with Qingcheng.

Riding the horse and raising the whip, wearing a black robe and a long sword, Jun Yuyue went to Cangming alone.

He wanted to wash Cangming Zang's family with blood, to shred his corpse into tens of thousands of sections to hide light marks, and to avenge Feng Qingcheng.

"drive……"

Jun Yuyue whipped the horse, always feeling that the thousand-mile horse couldn't run fast enough.

He only wished that at this very moment, he would kill Cang Ming's house.

Cangming Tibetans.

Zang Qinghen stood in front of the study, watched the snow fluttering down, reached out to catch it, and closed his eyes.

In my mind, that woman, who first asked for help, then became desperate, shook her head and would rather die than surrender.

Take a leap.

Jump into the icy river.

He was caught off guard, and it was too late to even save her.

Opening his eyes, Zang Qinghen took a deep breath.

He just wanted to bring her back to the Tibetan family and recognize her ancestors, but he didn't want to force her to death.

"Light marks..."

Zang Qinghen heard the words, turned around, "Grandfather!"

"What's wrong with you?" Old Master Zang asked, holding a cane and walking into the study.

Aged face, wrinkled.

Zang Qinghen looked at Old Man Zang, his knees softened, and he knelt in front of Old Man Zang, "Grandpa, Qinghen..."

"What exactly happened? Since you returned to the collector's house, you haven't stepped out of this study..."

Zang Qinghen's face was full of bitterness, "Grandfather, I found my aunt's daughter!"

Hearing this, Old Man Tibetan stumbled back a few steps, his eyes filled with unbelievable joy, "Really, really, really? You really found Little Qingcheng."

"It's true!" Zang Qinghen said, pursing his lips tightly.

In this family, if there is one person who cares about Feng Qingcheng, it is Mr. Zang.

He has been thinking about it for more than 20 years.

"That child, how are you doing?" Elder Tibetan asked.

I couldn't help but get red eyes.

He was sorry for Ling'er back then, but now...

If possible, he will make up for Linger's child.

"Grandfather..." Zang Qinghen felt so guilty that he prostrated himself on the ground.

"What's wrong?" Old Master Zang looked at him, his face suddenly changed, "You, she..."

"It was Qinghen who harmed her!"

Hearing the words, Old Master Zang grabbed his crutches and was about to hit Zang Qinghen on his body, his hands were trembling, but he still didn't fall.

After all, he was reluctant to beat the grandson he was most proud of.

"Forget it, forget it. For so many years, I have never seen her face, and I have never had any feelings for her. Just pretend that you have never seen her!"

As Old Master Zang said, he walked out of the study trembling.

After walking a few steps, the servant came running quickly, "Old master, young master, master please go to the hall quickly!"

Collector's Hall.

The owner of the collector, Zang Xiongfeng, held a blood book in his hand.

It is not easy to see the contents of the blood book without opening it.

Old Master Zang came holding a cane, and behind him was Zang Qinghen with a serious face.

Mr. Zang sat on the main seat and asked in a cold voice, "What's the matter, you're in a panic, what's the matter!"

"Father!" Zang Xiongfeng said, handing over the blood book.

The old man took it apart.

The blood book reads: 370 collectors, old and young, must be buried with my beloved wife Qingcheng—Jun Yuyue's book.

Mr. Zang slapped the blood book on the table with a slap, his chest heaved slightly, and he looked at Cang Qinghen, "Say, what's going on?"

Zang Qinghen thumped and knelt on the ground, "Grandfather..."

Tell the story of that day.

(End of this chapter)