Concubine Meng drove to the prince to take a detour

Chapter 1
It was midsummer, and the sun was scorching hot, and the golden cicadas in the backyard of the General's Mansion all fell into a state of silence, unwilling to sing more.

"Why isn't that little bitch dead yet?"

Hearing the familiar voice outside, Qiao Chuchu, who had been lying on the ground, opened her eyes, with hatred that cannot be ignored on her dirty face.

Since the imperial decree arrived at Qiao's mansion and betrothed herself to the crown prince, her stepmother has placed her under house arrest and has been abusing her to this day.

The door was kicked open, Qiao Chuchu looked up at the people who came in, her stepmother Lu Shi, and her good sister Qiao Feifei.

Lu Shi looked at the woman lying limp on the ground with a handkerchief on her face, and laughed coquettishly: "It really is a cheap life, and it's not dead yet."

"Auntie, aren't you afraid that your father will blame you for treating me like this?" Qiao Chuchu stared at Lu Shi closely. Even after she was defeated, her voice was still too strong to be ignored. hate.

She hates, hates that she is too weak and not as good as her father, otherwise she, Qiao Chuchu, would never let others bully her like this.

Qiao Feifei looked at the blood-stained woman on the ground, she didn't expect that this woman could still live to this day after being whipped hundreds of times and having her tendons broken.

But thinking of what she said just now, she pursed her lips and smiled, and slowly approached Qiao Chuchu, stepping on her open wound from the whip with unambiguous strength.

The sudden pain made Qiao Chuchu's thoughts clear for an instant, sweat dripped from her forehead, and she pressed her lips tightly to prevent herself from breathing out in pain.

"My dear sister, Father is now a guest at the prince's elder brother's house, and you will come back when you disappear." She said, laughing again.

Qiao Chuchu hated, hated the half-sister in front of her, and even more cruel to her vicious aunt, who killed her biological mother, and now she wants to kill herself.

Biting the corners of her lips with white teeth, Qiao Chuchu's consciousness gradually became blurred, but she still gathered all her strength, and said word by word: "I, Qiao Chuchu, will definitely avenge my revenge in this life. Lu Shi , Qiao Feifei, you will all be destroyed in this life!"

The sound of curses left an echo in the air, and suddenly there was a huge thunder in the clear sky, and the mother and daughter trembled violently.

Provoked by these words, Lu Shi kicked Qiao Chuchu to the foot of the bed, and said angrily, "Bitch, how dare you curse the elders like that."

The body fell from the air, and the corner of Qiao Chuchu's mouth raised a smile. The peerless beauty finally died. In the next life, she will never let this mother and daughter go.

Qiao Feifei yelled because of her mother's anger, and went over to hold him back: "Mother, why bother with a..."

"It's dead, it's finally dead this time." Lu Shi bent down and tried it on the tip of Qiao Chuchu's nose, with a sinister hook at the corner of his mouth: "Finally dead."

Seeing that the man was really dead, Mrs. Lu hurriedly took her daughter and left here. This is an idle house in the mansion. No one will come here, and they don't have to worry about anyone finding out about it.

Everything was restored to its original state. After the thunder, it was still a sunny day, but the golden cicadas began to sing, and the sound was a bit noisy.

On the big tree opposite the courtyard, the eyes of the two aristocrats who witnessed all this were different.

"It is rumored that Mrs. Lu is virtuous and virtuous, but I don't want to be so virtuous and virtuous." The man in Tsing Yi held a folding fan and smiled lightly.

The young man in white was holding a jade flute and slapping his palms. His hair was tied up high, his jet-black hair was fluttering slightly in the wind, and the corners of his slightly hooked lips were so beautiful regardless of gender, so thrillingly charming.He was dressed in a white robe that was the finest tribute satin. Under the sun, the Xiulong on the robe reflected a little bit of brilliance, reflecting his slender figure. It was a picture of a handsome man with a comfortable and elegant shape.

"Ye, take her away." The man in white said, his voice was as light as a lotus.

As soon as the voice fell, a black shadow passed by him, entered the room, and instantly disappeared the corpse on the ground.

(End of this chapter)