Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 256 A Kiss

After closing the book, Dongfang Yu's face was full of joy. When Fan Qingtian was caught off guard, he stretched out his hand to hold Fan Qingtian's cheek, kissed Fan Qingtian's cheek fiercely, and let go of Fan Qingtian. God, Dongfang Yuxing said cheerfully, "Fan Qing, you are so kind to me, I have decided that I will help you to the end if you have any difficulties in the future."

Didn't listen to what Dongfang Yu said, Fan Qingtian was in a state of berserk at the moment, wishing he could just pinch Dongfang Yu to death, this bastard Dongfang Yu actually kissed her!
Although it was said that it was a kiss on the cheek, even though Dongfang Yu had no other intentions, and it was not intentional, but thinking about it, I am a woman, so I was molested like this!
It's her turn to molest others if she wants to molest her, how can it be others' turn to molest her!

Zuo Zhujin and Mo Ziyuan's eyes widened when they saw this scene, and their mouths were wide enough to stuff an egg.

When he came back to his senses, Zuo Zhujin shuddered, thinking in his heart that it would be better for him to keep a distance from Dongfang Yu in the future, lest Dongfang Yu kiss him in time, and it would be bad for others to misunderstand that he is a broken sleeve.

Mo Ziyuan, who came back to his senses, gritted his teeth and cursed Dongfang Yu in his heart as a stupid idiot who dared to kiss his mother. He was really mad at him. If he had known earlier, he should not have brought his mother to arrest him. Save God.

Dongfang Yu had no idea that Fan Qingtian's mood was really irritable at the moment, and he happily waved the book in his hand happily.

But at this moment, Fan Qingtian released a powerful murderous aura from his whole body, raised his hand and slapped Dongfang Yu's shoulder fiercely.

The overjoyed Dongfang Yu's shoulder was injured at the moment, and his body flew backwards suddenly, and he fell hard into the snowdrift with his face full of pain.

Without even looking at Dongfang Yu, Fan Qingtian felt that he had had enough of Dongfang Yu, waved his sleeves, and Fan Qingtian left here without taking a single snowflake.

Although Dongfang Yu was knocked down by Fan Qingtian and fell to the ground, he was not really injured.

Climbing up from the ground in embarrassment, Dongfang Yu gnawed a mouthful of snow, turned his head to Fan Qingtian, gritted his teeth and roared indistinctly, "Fan Qing, what's wrong with this slave..."

After the words were uttered, Dongfang Yu realized that Fan Qingtian had disappeared.

Looking at Zuo Zhujin and Mo Ziyuan, Dongfang Yu asked darkly, "What the hell is Fan Qingtian doing, why did you hit me!"

Zuo Zhujin and Mo Ziyuan heard the words, shrugged, spread their hands together, and shook their heads together.

Of course, they knew why Fan Qingtian wanted to hit Dongfang Yu. The two expressed that they didn’t know whether they thought talking to Dongfang Yu would lower their IQ, or they should not tell Dongfang Yu that he kissed Fan Qingtian’s face, so Fan Qingtian hit him angrily. Him, then Dongfang Yu will definitely pull them why a hundred thousand why!

Mo Ziyuan secretly scolded Dongfang Yu in his heart that he deserved it.

Then Zuo Zhujin and Mo Ziyuan turned back to the room, leaving Dongfang Yu lying on the snow with a depressed face.

Snowflakes are flying, in the Murong Mansion, at this moment Duanqing brings Shangguan Qu Que and Shangguan Haoran to collect donations.

Sitting under the high seat in the hall, Duanqing held a cup of boiling tea in one hand, and the lid of the teacup in the other hand, gently stirring the tea leaves in the tea, looking very relaxed and comfortable.

Shangguan Qu Que and Shangguan Haoran were sitting next to Duan Qing, having refreshments.

The maids stood guard at the door, and the hall seemed a little quiet.

At this time, Murong Feng walked into the hall with a small wooden box in his hand.

Seeing Murong Feng's arrival, Duan Qing didn't get up, but after taking a sidelong glance at Murong Feng, he took a sip of his tea.

With a solemn face, Murongfeng walked up to Duanqing, opened the small wooden box in his hand, and saw that the small wooden box contained gold and silver treasures.

"Young Master Du Qing, this is a little favor from this official to the common people." Murong Feng looked at Du Qing who was sitting on a stool and drinking tea leisurely, and said in a low voice.

Slightly raised his head and glanced at the money and silver in the small wooden box that Murong Feng was holding, satin gently put the teacup in his hand on the coffee table beside him.

Covering the small wooden box in Murong Feng's hand, Duan Qing stretched out his hand to take the small wooden box in Murong Feng's hand, and said with a smile on his face, "Master Murong, is your savings all these years so little?"

Naturally knowing what Duan Qing meant, Murong Feng's eyes dimmed slightly, but his face pretended not to know what Duan Qing meant, "What does Duan Qing mean?
You also know that our one-year salary as an official is not much, and the extra income is even less. The Murong Mansion is up and down, old and young. They have to save such a small amount of silver over the years, for the sake of the king. , for the people of my country, I have already contributed all the silver. "

Listening to Murong Feng's words, the corner of Duan Qing's mouth curled up into a red smile, tapped his finger on the table lightly and said, "Oh, is that so? But I heard that Master Murong secretly ran a cloth dyeing workshop, I also opened a jewelry store, and the business seems to be doing very well.”

Without looking at Murong Feng's face that suddenly changed color, Duan Qing continued to speak in an extremely arrogant manner, "Lord Murong, it is a good thing for these kings to donate money to help the victims of the disaster. Don't you think you can bear to look at those people?" Are you starving to death?
You also know that the king gave an order but he didn’t want to see a commoner starve to death. Tell me, if you put in such a little effort, if the king knows that you are not so willing to donate money to help those victims, then the king will Maybe it will kill you. "

A cunning light flashed in his eyes, and satin raised his eyebrows lightly as if thinking of something, "And don't you have a precious daughter? Your majesty might even kill your nine clans. You really just want to donate such a small amount. of silver?"

Stretching out his hand to pat the small wooden box in front of the coffee table, he looked at Murongfeng threateningly in his breezy words.

Duan Qing's words had already made Murong Feng's face so dark that it was as dark as the bottom of the pot, but at this moment, he had to force a smile on his face.

The reason why officials don't do business is because it will cause trouble. Murongfeng is clear about this truth. Although the kings of the Mu Kingdom are incompetent, and they don't do business, the king doesn't care about them, but Murong Feng has always been cautious. on people.

Thinking that his jewelry store and cloth dyeing workshop are operated by others, not many people know that Murongfeng is in business, and Murongfeng is surprised that Duanqing actually knows that he is in business, which means that he has a chance to be punished by Duanqing. Hold it in your hand.

Besides, Duanqing also used his daughter Murongxian to threaten him, thinking that Murongxian was his precious lifeblood, and he only had this daughter, and the king had conflicts with Murongxian at that time.

If Duanqing provoked Murongxian in front of the king this time, and now he is not sure what the king thinks of Ye Gulan, if Ye Gulan can't keep Murongxian, then Murongxian will die.

(End of this chapter)