The county magistrate immediately struggled desperately, wailing like he was dragged to the gate of hell.

"No, help... help..."

Some yamen runners around him wanted to show their loyalty, but after Feng Yu glanced coldly, he instantly took back his pitiful little sense of responsibility.

Feng Qingcheng's fingertips slowly slid across the air and finally landed on the crying little face.

The eyes that looked like black jade were filled with deep love, and a warm smile on his lips quietly opened.

Her fingertips spread the fingers of Mrs. Qi little by little, and slowly carried the child into her arms, looking at the county magistrate behind her.

"She is your wife?"

"yes……"

The ruthless eyes made the county magistrate feel that his soul had already flown.

"Okay... come here..."

You Shi kicked him over and hit him on the aromatherapy stove. He made him so hot that he almost jumped up.

Feng Qingcheng held the child and sat down on a brocade, turning his head slightly.

"Did you see that charcoal?"

"I saw it..."

“Pick it up…”

The corners of the county magistrate's mouth twitched violently: "Miss...does it...what?"

"What do you do?" Feng Qingcheng suddenly sneered: "What do you want to do with my child? I will do with it..."

Feng Qingcheng's eyes slowly lowered, and he looked at the child in his arms with a smile.

"Either you burn your woman with charcoal... or I have someone burn you directly..."

"No..." The county magistrate fell short and weakened, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, begging: "Madam, this matter has nothing to do with me..."

Feng Qingcheng's lips suddenly opened with a smile: "How about... I'll let you two burn directly?"

"No..." The county magistrate trembled like a sieve, and his face was filled with horror: "I burn...I burn..."

"Wait a minute..." Feng Qingcheng suddenly raised his eyes, and the harsh killing was washed in his eyes: "My magistrate, your family should have a lot of charcoal, it's best to burn more... I'm afraid that there will be too little. You can't burn your wife to death in half, but it will make her suffer..."

The county magistrate's pupils shrank heavily. Just as he was about to respond, he suddenly saw a charming red light flashing deep in Feng Qingcheng's eyes.

In this red light...

"ah……"

"Wow……"

The cry of the child, the screams of the maid and the bridesman, and the crazy laughter of the seventh lady, suddenly resounded in his ears, scaring him to scream "ah".

When he said "ah", the others had no sound in an instant.

The maid and the wet nurse looked at everything around them in horror, and it was obvious that everything they saw in their eyes exceeded their understanding ability.

Therefore, they were very sensible and chose to faint, and they both fainted.

Only the seventh lady was still continuing to throw the child, but the feeling of her hands suddenly made her feel a little confused and at a loss.

She looked at her hands, then at the aromatherapy furnace, and looked back and forth a few times before she knew that there was indeed no child in her hands.

"Where are the children? Where are the children?"

She suddenly screamed: "Where has that dead child gone?"

Suddenly...

Her eyes finally saw the county magistrate kneeling on the ground, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

"master?"
Chapter completed!