Xiangmen Concubine: The Emperor's Abandoned Concubine

Chapter 605
In the ancestral hall, Fang Qingyang, the young master of the Fang family, was lying on the ground, dying.Although the wound on his body had been bandaged, blood was still oozing out at this moment.

"Fang Qingyang, what did you say that day?" In the dark ancestral hall, besides Fang Qingyang, there was another person.

The man was dressed in a black robe, from head to toe, and his hands were hidden in the black robe. No skin could be seen from top to bottom, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

Fang Qingyang, who was lying on the ground dying, bounced up from the ground in an instant when he heard the sound.When he moved, the wound on his body was affected, and he couldn't help but gasped.

Covering his mouth with his hand one step faster than his mouth, Fang Qingyang quickly knelt down as he stared at the man in black standing in front of him with wide eyes.

"Qingyang knows his mistake, Lord Hei please forgive me!" Fang Qingyang was still dying just now. Although he was injured, his eyes were very bright.

The man in black stared at Fang Qingyang, whose face was bruised and purple, and sighed, "Fang Ji is such a good father that he beat you like this!"

The sarcasm in the voice is self-evident.

The corner of Fang Qingyang's mouth twitched, and he said respectfully: "Father is all about Fang Chen, and since I was abolished by the secret door, he doesn't care about me even more!"

"It's very kind to not beat me to death today!" Fang Qingyang's eyes were full of hatred when he said this.

The man in black looked at him with a face full of hatred, and said with a hoarse smile: "Hehe, it is said that the Tai Tuo is an upright person and has a heart for the court. The Fang family is a century-old family, but they did not expect that they would have a relationship with their son. , turned against each other!"

Fang Qingyang didn't mind the black-robed man's provocation at all, but nodded in agreement: "Master Hei is right, the poison of a tiger does not eat its offspring! From today on, I, Fang Qingyang, will never have a father again!"

The black-robed man listened and asked with a smile, "Oh, is that so?"

Fang Qingyang wiped the blood on his face with his hand, and said fiercely: "Since he was a child, he has always praised Fang Chen. Since he was a child, he has been scolded and scolded by me, Fang Qingyang!"

"It's obvious that I'm the son of the legitimate son, and I'm the eldest son of the Fang family. But the Fang Chen he gave to that concubine is a thousand times better than that of me, the eldest son."

With a look of jealousy and hatred on his face, Fang Qingyang said: "Master Hei, the Qingfeng Temple matter is my fault. I beg Master Hei to give me another chance, I will definitely kill Master Juechen!"

"Hehe!" The man in black sneered, "Killed Mrs. Juechen?"

Looking at Fang Qingyang who was kneeling on the ground with disdain, the man in black said coldly, "You don't even know where the real Master Juechen is, yet you dare to speak so shamelessly?"

Fang Qingyang was taken aback, obviously surprised: "Master Hei, what are you talking about? What is it called? I don't even know where the real Master Juechen is?"

The man in black snorted coldly and said, "If you knew, what happened in Qingfeng Temple shouldn't be like this now! Do you know that Master Juechen was raped and then killed, and then put his body in the meditation room that day?" Too, it’s the little Taoist nun from He Dian before!”

Fang Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and fell limply on the ground, saying in disbelief, "Impossible, how is it possible? I clearly saw it that day, it belonged to Mrs. Juechen!"

Although he has never had any contact with Master Juechen, he does have a portrait of Master Juechen.And there are people around me who have seen Mrs. Juechen and know her.

After preparing for so long, how could he kill the wrong person.And the little Taoist nun who tricked Master Juechen out that day was the little Taoist nun who joined him.

The man in black stared at Fang Qingyang who couldn't believe it, and said sarcastically, "The frog at the bottom of the well doesn't know that there are human skin masks in this world?"

"If you don't know, I can tell you that Ruan Mianmian, the fourth young lady of the Ruan family, had that shocking face covered by a human skin mask!"

Fang Qingyang was startled, he had seen Ruan Mianmian before, that stupid Fourth Miss, although he was lustful, but such a dull woman, he was really not interested at all.

But later I heard that she is the owner of the secret door, and she is also a peerless beauty...

Thinking of the face that was blurred in his memory that he saw before, he, who had been cut off from his descendants, hated the three words Ruan Mianmian to the bone!

"Because of your mistake, all the master's arrangements fell short! If the person you killed that day was really Master Juechen, Ruan Mianmian should have collapsed when he saw the corpse in the meditation room!"

If Ruan Mianmian saw Juechen's body that day, how could he still have the experience to think about where to avoid the golden wire mesh?
If Ruan Mianmian really died in the fire, Feng Jiuyou should have also collapsed.And at that time, it was the best time to kill Feng Jiuyou.

But everything, because of Fang Qingyang's negligence, all his hard work was wasted...

"Say, don't you deserve to die?"

When the black-robed man said this, there was an eerie air in the drowsy ancestral hall.

Fang Qingyang listened, his body was trembling, he quickly got up and knelt on the ground and begged: "Master Hei, Lord Hei, please, please tell Master, give me one more chance, give me one more chance!"

The black-robed man approached him step by step, and Fang Qingfang felt that he was one step closer to death with each step. He knew that begging could no longer be forgiven, so he could only retreat subconsciously.

"Master Hei, Lord Hei, please, please..." He begged as he stepped back.

The bandage on his body was already stained red by the oozing blood, but Fang Qingyang didn't care about the pain on his body, and only thought about how to save his life.

"Master Hei, I beg you! Please spare your life, spare Qingyang's life!"

"Master Black..."

"You are such a useless person, what reason do you think the master has to bypass you?" The man in black smiled darkly, his voice getting colder.

Fang Qingyang's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were covered with blood. Before he could plead again, his body was suddenly sucked up from the ground by a suction force, and he fell hard.

"Bang!" and fell to the ground three steps away. Fang Qingyang didn't dare to cry out, but just clutched his stomach and begged, "Hei... my lord, please forgive me..."

"Forgive me?" The black-robed man approached him step by step again, and said gloomyly as he walked, "I'll spare you, who will spare me?"

Fang Qingyang lay on the ground trembling: "Master Hei, please... please give me one more chance, just one more time, and finally... the last time!"

The man in black smiled hoarsely, and raised his foot to kick Fang Qingyang away again.However, he suddenly retracted his feet in mid-air, and looked at Fang Qingyang who was lying on the ground.

"Okay, I'll give you another chance!" The man in black said gloomyly, "This time, I don't want you to take the life of Mrs. Juechen, but to find a way to lure the empress out of the palace!"

Fang Qingyang was overjoyed when he heard the words, and before he could speak, he listened to the man in the black robe: "Remember, only you and I know about this matter. If a third person knows about it, you should know the consequences!"

Fang Qingyang knelt up with difficulty, watching the man in black spit out a mouthful of blood: "Qingyang knows!"

"By the way, if you are so ruthless, and your brother, why don't you just take advantage of this time and kill them directly?" The man in black smiled sinisterly, turned into a gust of wind, and disappeared into the ancestral hall.

He disappeared for only a moment, and there was a sound of footsteps outside.Fang Qingyang lay on the ground, gritted his teeth and looked in the direction of the door, with deep hatred and killing intent in his eyes.

"Master, let the young master get up, he is seriously injured!" Uncle Li's voice came from outside.

Fang Qingyang in the ancestral hall wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and stared at the door fiercely for a long time before hiding the hatred on his face.

The gate of the ancestral hall was pushed open. In the dim ancestral hall, Fang Qingyang quickly covered his eyes with his hands because of the stimulation from the light outside.

Fang Ji felt a pain in his heart when he saw his son Fang Qingyang lying on the ground in a bloody mess.But the majestic face was still full of anger.

"Didn't you make you kneel? Why lie on the ground?" Fang Ji asked coldly.

Fang Qingyang, who was lying on the ground, had a gray face all over his face, and the bandages on his body were now more bloody.

Seeing this, Uncle Li hurried over to help Fang Qingyang up on the ground: "Master, the Eldest Young Master is very weak, you can't kneel anymore!"

"Master, Eldest Young Master already knows his mistake, please forgive Eldest Young Master this time." Uncle Li knelt down.

Fang Ji looked at Uncle Li who was kneeling on the ground, and frowned: "Li Cheng, get up! Don't plead for this unfilial son!"

"Master, if you kneel like this again, Eldest Young Master will really..." Uncle Li's voice choked up.

Fang Ji looked at his son Fang Qingyang's blood-stained clothes, and his heart felt like he was being grabbed by something, and it hurt fiercely.He frowned and stared at Fang Qingyang.

"Qingyang, do you really know your mistake?"

Fang Qingyang, with drooping brows and pale complexion, said weakly: "Father, Qingyang really...really got it wrong. Dad, Qing...Yang knew it was wrong."

The expression on Fang Ji's serious face eased a little. Looking at the blood on his son Fang Qingyang's body, his voice was a little stiff: "Uncle Li, ask someone to send the young master back to the room, and let the doctor treat the wound!"

Uncle Li breathed a sigh of relief, quickly lifted Fang Qingyang on his back, and walked quickly towards Fang Qingyang's yard.

Standing in the drowsy ancestral hall, Fang Ji looked at the spiritual tablets of the ancestors of the Fang family standing opposite him. After a while, he suddenly knelt and knelt down.

Didn't say anything, just knelt there.With his eyes closed, he seemed to be confessing something.

(End of this chapter)