Feng Zhilou was burning in her heart. She couldn't accept that Feng Jiao was a living person three months ago, but she died just like that. She remembered that when she left Fengjiazhuang, Feng Jiao sent her out of the village.
He said that she did not want to marry into the Murong family, and said that Mr. Murong Zhan was a lustful man, but the marriage was done and she could not let her go. Unexpectedly, she left, so the Feng family was anxious to marry her out.
Murong Zhan!
Feng Zhilou was secretly pronounced this name, whipped his horse hard, and the horse galloped happily. She wanted to rush to Murong Zhan in one step and tear him to pieces.
The sky gradually darkened, the wind whistled from the face, and the surroundings gradually became darker.
The cold wind made Feng Zhilou fight a cold war and calmed down a little. She knew that she had opened up in Murong's family to ask the truth. Murong Zhan would definitely argue and refuse to admit it, and Sister Feng Jiao's charges would not be cleared.
According to Xiao Yaotong, Sister Feng Jiao has been buried for four days. The Murong family must think that everything is safe and take it lightly at this time. If she sneaks into the Murong family quietly, some clues may be found. In order to prove Sister Feng Jiao's innocence, she
You must endure the anger in your heart.
It was whipping fast, and it was not stopping. When it was dark, Feng Zhilou had already arrived at the Murong family. She tied the horse to a wood in the distance, then hiked into the streets of Murong Village, stopped in front of a ready-to-wear shop, and bought it.
He was covered in a girl's clothes and then walked towards the courtyard of Murong Zhi's house.
Although it was dark, the Murong family seemed very cautious. Many disciples patrolled the streets. If Zhilou had not changed his clothes in advance, it would have been easier to be arrested and interrogated when walking like this.
"Our people just came back from Fengjiazhuang, but I didn't expect that Prince Wujing really went to Fengjiazhuang."
"Now Fengjiazhuang is different from the past."
"Oh, as soon as Miss Feng Si died, our family and Fengjiazhuang's relatives were broken. After receiving the news today, the boss was worried about this. If he had known it, the third young master would have restrained himself a little, and he would not have made a big fuss until today.
At the very point, if Miss Feng Si doesn’t die, she will be a backer at least.”
"Man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. Who knew that the seventh lady of the Feng family was so capable and had something to do with the imperial city, it was only a few days away." Several disciples of the Murong family muttered in a low voice.
The third young master they mentioned was Murong Zhan? Listening to their tone, there seemed to be something strange about it.
Feng Zhilou lowered her head and continued to walk into the courtyard. As soon as several girls dressed like Zhilou were about to enter the courtyard. Zhilou followed them and mingled in.
After walking for a while, a man who looked like a servant leaned out and walked out with a bag on his elbow, as if he was about to run away.
"Hey, Zhou Quan, it's so late, where are you going?" a girl asked loudly.
"You whisper."
Zhou Quan came over and made a move to silence. He was cautious, as if he was a thief. The girl smiled: "Didn't the Third Young Master just promoted you, why are you leaving?"
"The Third Young Master asked me to go out for some private matters." Zhou Quan lowered his head and explained.
This is Zhou Quan. Feng Zhilou glanced coldly. Xiao Yaotong said that he had an affair with Sister Feng Jiao. He really searched for anyone he wanted to find. Whoever he wanted was delivered to him.
When Zhou Quan turned around and left, Feng Zhilou followed him. At a secluded rockery, she suddenly jumped and jumped in front of Zhou Quan's eyes. Zhou Quan was startled. When she saw clearly that it was a girl, she immediately became cold.
Face.
"What a nonsense, I'm going to be scared to death by you."
"If you don't do something bad, what's there to be afraid of?" Feng Zhilou took a step forward and grabbed Zhou Quan's collar. If he didn't tell the truth today, she would slash him with one palm.
"You...you..." Zhou Quan realized that this girl was very handsome and looked a little too beautiful.
Feng Zhilou smiled coldly, grabbed Zhou Quan's ear and pulled him in front of him.
"Look clearly who I am, I am your aunt Feng Qi, Feng Zhilou!"
"Feng, Feng Zhilou?"
When Zhou Quan heard the name, his face turned pale, his legs became weak, and he knelt down. If Feng Zhilou hadn't carried him, he would have collapsed to the ground.
Just such a cowardly, how could Sister Feng Jiao have feelings for him? If this wasn't a frame-up, Feng Zhilou's name would be written upside down.
"Miss Feng Qi, I knew there would be such a day, but I really can't blame me. It's all the third master's idea. I'm innocent." Zhou Quan, before Feng Zhilou could do anything, began to recognize his master.
It seems that he was guilty and was afraid for a long time.
Feng Zhilou slowly raised his palm, and purple aura appeared in his palm.
"Say, how did Feng Jiao die? I will only give you one chance. If you can't make me agree with it, you will achieve a meat paste with one palm!"
"ah?"
Zhou Quan was so scared that his pants were wet. How could he dare to hide it? "It was the third young master and the girl who were caught and raped by the third young grandma in the bed. The third young grandma quarreled to ask for an explanation. The third young master was afraid that the matter would spread and lost the Murong family.
Facing the face, he sneaked into the third young master's grandma and beat the third young master to a serious injury. After that, he was afraid that the third young master would not let go after he healed, so he simply dragged the seriously injured third young master out and beat him to death with sticks, and then told outsiders,
It was the third young lady who seduced me and committed adultery with me, and committed an unforgivable death penalty….”
Zhou Quan's words almost made Feng Zhilou cry. Poor Feng Jiao was beaten to death by her husband. How could she swallow this?
He kicked Zhou Quan out, and Feng Zhilou pointed at his nose.
"You dare to frame my sister, you really don't know how to live or die!" Feng Zhilou raised his palm.
"Don't kill me, I can testify. Help Miss Feng Si clarify the charge. If you don't believe me, you tie me up and take me to Fengjiazhuang."
Zhou Quan begged the fact that Feng Zhilou not only wanted to take revenge, but also gave Feng Jiao a cleansing. She tied Zhou Quan, blocked her mouth, stuffed it into the rockery, and headed straight to the main courtyard.
Midway through, she met a girl, asked about the room of the third young master Murong Zhan, and then walked away quickly.
Outside Murong Zhan's room, Feng Zhilou stopped and the sounds of men and women laughing came from inside.
"It's good that Miss Feng Si is dead, otherwise we would be guarding against her like a thief. But you are so cruel that you can beat her to death for a hundred days in one night."
"That bitch, I don't understand the charm. I got tired of it in a few days. It would be better if I died early. It would save me from having sex with the beauty..."
After a man's harsh words, a dirty voice came from inside. Feng Zhilou's face turned pale with anger. Murong Zhan was indeed the same as the legendary one, and was worse than beasts.