Fast Transmigration: Save Him

Ling Xiaoyun where suffered such grievances, red eyes, hands ready to fight back.

If she meets other people today, it's just that Qing Jiu has not been a peaceful person since she was a child, and she has never suffered any loss.

"I'm not timid!" Qing Jiuyi grabbed her wrist, put her hand in the air, the other hand quickly raised, and gave her a slap.

"You Ling Xiaoyun looks at her in shock, shakes off her hand and steps back.

"Not yet?" Qing nine coldly said, sharp eyes fell on Ling Xiaoyun.

Ling Xiaoyun's eyes narrowed and her face ached faintly. Today, she'd better go back and make a long-term plan. She won't give up. She'll get the two slaps back with interest in the future!

Watching Ling Xiaoyun go, Qing Jiu squats down and helps Fang Yu up.

Fangyu was in a semi coma at this time, and her clothes were torn by the whip. The blood stains on her light blue clothes were particularly dazzling.

Qing nine nose a sour, a moment also dare not delay, holding Fang Yu back to her room.

Qing nine let Fangyu lie on the bed, she found scissors, cut the clothes on the back of Fangyu, her back has been skin and flesh, flesh and blood.

"Are you stupid? He's going to hit you, don't you say? " Qing nine reproaches a way, picked up a clean PA son to wipe the bloodstain, then take out a bottle of medicine from the cupboard, lightly sprinkle on her wound.

"It was the master and Miss Ling who did the wrong thing. Naturally, Fangyu couldn't give in." Fang Yu said weakly, gritting her teeth and suffering from the pain, the cold sweat flowed from her forehead to her face.

"Have a good rest." Qing Jiu sucked her nose, raised her hand to wipe her tears, finished the medicine, and bandaged her with gauze.

I knew that she should come back with her fourth uncle, and asked him to help her teach Ling Xiaoyun a lesson; However, if they come back together, her father will not be able to explain.

Qing Jiu sighed, got up and walked out of the room, closed the door gently, and ordered his servants to open some medicine, cook and send it in. Then he lifted his feet to the front hall.

It's very close to the front hall from here, and she has to come up with an excellent reason in this short journey to explain why she didn't come back last night.

a lobby.

When Song Lin heard the news of Qing Jiu's return, his face softened a little, but his heart was still hanging. At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he was poisoned. If Qing Jiu was with him, they would

Thinking of this, Song Lin was even more angry, and his right hand slapped the table.

"Dad, I'm back." When Qing Jiu came to the door, he heard the voice. He was nervous again. He went to Song Lin and bowed his head to admit his mistake.

"Kneel down!" Song Lin said sternly.

Qing Jiu knelt down and didn't say a word.

Song Lin was surprised. He cleared his throat. "You are obedient this time. If you kneel down, you kneel down. Tell me, where did you go last night? Are you with your fourth uncle

"Fourth uncle? Isn't fourth uncle at home? I didn't come back last night. How can I find my fourth uncle? " Qing Jiu pretends not to understand and looks up at Song Lin in confusion.

"Where did you go last night?" Song Lin was a little relieved, and his anger was more than half gone.

"I, I played with Wen Ping." Qing Jiu really can't think of any good reason, so he has to pull Wen Ping into the water.

Wen Ping? Song Lin picks eyebrows. Isn't Qing Jiu feeling nothing about Wen Ping? Or has Qing Jiu always liked Wen Ping? The two children have been playing well since childhood. It seems that the marriage is safe.

"Never go home at night! You're not married yet. It's spread that you have a bad reputation. Well, I have something else to do. Get up. " Song Lin stood up and walked out the door.

Qing Jiu slowly stood up and looked back to see that Song Lin did go out. He was relieved to slip out the back door and go straight to Wen's house.

She wants to unify the caliber with Wen Ping. In case he says something wrong, she and her fourth uncle's affairs will not be revealed.

Qing nine so think, go to the back door, only to find that the back door was more than a few guards guarding the door.

She couldn't manage so much. She went straight to the door.

"You can't go out, young lady, as the master has ordered." The guard stretched out his hand to stop her and said faintly.

There is such a waiting for her!

Guards a pair of dead set eyes of appearance, Qing nine also don't bother and they theory, turn round to walk back.

If even the back door is guarded, the other doors can't get out. It seems that she and Wen Ping can only rely on tacit understanding.

"Brother Wen, you must be more intelligent!" Qing Jiu went to the garden, put her hands together and prayed with her eyes closed.

"You called big brother? What a pleasure Wen Ping chuckled, picked up the folding fan in his hand and gently knocked on Qing Jiu's clean forehead.

Qing Jiu is in pain. When she opens her eyes, she sees Wen Ping appear in front of her eyes. It's really hard to find a place. It doesn't take much effort!

"Come with me!" Qing Jiu reaches for Wen Ping's wrist and takes him to the small study. He looks at the door mysteriously for a while, and then closes the door.

Wen Ping looked at her suspiciously and stood in the room at a loss.

"Wenping, I need your help. I didn't go home last night, but I really had something very important. So when my father asked me just now, I said to play with you. If my father asked me, you can't let it slip. " Qing Jiu said solemnly, looking at him pleadingly.

Wen Ping frowned. He sat on the chair and carefully tasted what Qing Jiu said. A woman who had not been out of the cabinet had not returned all night, and he concealed the reason. Was it really the same as what his cousin said?

Before he came out of the Wen family, he overheard his cousin crying and said that Qing Jiu robbed her sweetheart, but her sweetheart was not the fourth master of the Song family?

"Qing Jiu, I can help you, but you must tell me the truth." Wen Ping's hand held the folding fan tightly, and his heart felt a little painful.

This girl grew up with him. He thought that they would support each other for the rest of his life, but if she had a place in her heart, it would be all right. If she was in the early Song Dynasty, he really didn't know what he would do.

Qing Jiu has a lot of trust in Wen Ping, but how can she tell the story between her and the early Song Dynasty?

Should she tell him what happened last night?

Wen Ping saw that she was embarrassed, and the pain in her heart intensified a little. She said in a low voice, "Qing Jiu, is it related to your fourth uncle?"

Qing Jiu suddenly raised her head, surprised that Wen Ping had seen through her mind. Was her mind so obvious? Does her father know?

Wen Ping grins bitterly. Isn't this her default?

"OK, I'll help you, but he's your fourth uncle. There will be no result between you. Do you understand?" Wen Ping looks at Qing Jiu with regret, and his heart is already burning with envy.

Qing Jiu nodded slightly, but now, she had no way to look back.

"Wenping, thank you. Thank you." Qing nine smile, raise a hand to put the hair behind him, but don't know exposed the light red mark on the neck.

When Wen Ping saw the red mark, he immediately thought that she didn't come back all night last night. Did they already do that?

How can I!

Wen Ping squints, puts his folding fan aside, stands up, grabs Qing Jiu's shoulder with both hands, and looks at her with red eyes.

"Wenping, what's the matter with you?" Qing Jiu's voice was trembling. She had never seen Wen Ping like this. She was like a crazy beast, staring at the prey.

"Qing Jiu, do you know that I have loved you since I was a child! I don't care whether you like me or not, at least just think so, but your father has discussed our marriage with my father, and I also think, after we get married, I treat you well, you will like me sooner or later, but what about you? You fell in love with your fourth uncle, I can help you hide, but you are so close. What do you think I am? " Wen Ping roared, tearing apart Qing Jiu's collar, revealing a large area of skin. The red mark on it seemed to be telling the love affair between those men and women last night.

Qing nine hand to pull his collar, back a few steps, turn to rush out of the door.

Wen Ping feels that he has been greatly humiliated. He steps to the door first, locks the door, grabs Qing Jiu's wrist and throws her on the table not far away.

Inkstones, pens and books were swept to the ground by him one after another. He was angry in his eyes. With a strong sense of possession, he pulled off his belt and tied Qing Jiu's arm.

"What are you doing! Wenping, let me go Qing Jiu struggled, but there was a great disparity in strength.

Wen Ping sneered, "our marriage will be next month. You are already my person. I can do whatever I want. It's more natural than the early Song Dynasty. Don't be afraid. I don't dislike you. Even if your first man is him, then the last one can only be me!"

He lowered his head, absorbed the breath of Qing Jiu's neck obsessively, then raised his head, stretched out his hand to hold Qing Jiu's chin, and rubbed her pink lips with his index finger.

"Did he kiss you? Well His fingers were harder and harder, and her lips were red.

"Beast! Born Qing Jiu cursed in a low voice and looked at him in disgust.

Wen Ping is still smiling. He takes his hand away from her lips and holds her thin neck.

"I really want to kill you, but I can't bear to. You can rest assured that I will do better than that old man, and I promise to make you regret last night's decision. " Wen Pingsong opened his hand, stood up straight, and took off his clothes in front of Qing Jiu.

Qing Jiu closed her eyes, turned her face to one side, and her tears fell silently.

"Qing Jiu, you can only be mine." As soon as the voice fell, Wen Ping bent down and gave her a rude kiss on the neck and shoulder.

"Bang!"

The door of the small study was knocked open, and then Qing Jiu felt light on her body. She opened her eyes and saw song Chu looking at her painfully, and asked if she was in pain.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he helped Qing Jiu to put on her clothes and put her in his arms.

"When you come, it doesn't hurt." Qing Jiu said softly, reaching for the sleeves of the early Song Dynasty, and leaning against him again.

Wen Ping had just been knocked down by the early Song Dynasty, and there was a little blood left in the corner of his mouth. He got up from the ground, but he didn't care to put on his clothes. He pointed to the early Song Dynasty and said loudly, "he's the beast."