Zhong Qingye's words came suddenly and inexplicably. If there were other people in the wedding room now, they would definitely look at her in confusion and not understand what she was talking about.【】
But as soon as Mrs. Zhong heard her voice, her hand that was holding the wooden comb suddenly became violent. Her pale face was reflected in the bronze mirror. She looked around in panic, and then she pretended to be calm and smiled.
: "What are you talking about?...What kind of drama?...How can I..."
"Let me ask you, is the acting enough?" Zhong Qingye didn't even turn around to look at her, he just stared at her pale face in the bronze mirror, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
Zhong Mu's face turned extremely sad for a moment, and she stared blankly at her sneering face from behind her. In an instant, her face turned as white as snow.
Zhong Qingye never expected that Zhong Mu's speed would be so fast in an instant. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Zhong Mu took out a snow-white handkerchief from her sleeve very quickly and covered her fiercely.
He opened his mouth and nose, shouting in a panic: "Qing'er, don't blame me... There's nothing I can do, there's nothing I can do..."
A cloying sweet smell was quickly inhaled from the mouth and nose into the lungs, and the brain was filled with extreme dizziness for a moment. Zhong Qingye sneered, closed his eyes, and fell limply into Zhong Mu's arms.
Zhong Qingye's coma did not seem to relieve Zhong's mother's fear. She held her daughter in her arms, her legs softened and she sat on the ground. Her unstoppable tears washed away the delicate makeup on her face, and she did not even dare to cry.
When he made a sound, he had to hold his daughter's head, whimpering like a little animal, and kept repeating: "Don't blame me... There is nothing you can do... Qing'er... Qing'er..."
The candlelight in the room suddenly shook, and two black figures flashed out from behind the screen. They hugged Zhong Qingye, mother and daughter, who were kneeling on the ground. They looked at each other and walked over cautiously.
Seeing that there didn't seem to be any ambush in the house, the two of them walked up to Zhong Mu. Their voice was cold and sobbing in the night wind, "Well done. Leave Zhong Qingye to us and you'll be fine."
Saying that, another man in black bent down to take Zhong Qingye's hand.
"Wait a minute!" Mother Zhong suddenly stopped her loudly. She reached out and hugged Zhong Qingye's head tightly, while looking at the two of them in panic: "What are you going to do with Qing'er? Where is Ying'er? Where is Ying'er?
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"As long as you leave Zhong Qingye to us, Zhong Ying will be fine, and you will see her appear at the door of Zhong Mansion in good condition tomorrow morning."
Zhong Mu breathed a sigh of relief, but then became nervous: "What about Qing'er? What do you want me to do when you ask me to stun her? What do you want to do to her?"
A man in black looked at her impatiently and said in a cold tone: "Don't worry, our master cares about Miss Zhong very much and will not harm her life. As long as she cannot marry Prince Rui, it will be fine."
"Seriously? Are you really not going to hurt Qing'er? Are you really going to let Ying'er go?" Mother Zhong asked anxiously, but her hands did not relax at all.
The two men in black looked at each other. The shorter one took two steps forward and muttered impatiently: "Where's all this nonsense!"
Hitting the back of Zhong Mu's neck, Zhong Mu didn't even hum, and followed Zhong Qingye's footsteps, falling limply to the ground.
The tall man lifted Zhong Qingye onto his shoulders, nodded to each other with the other man, and quickly ran to the back hall, disappearing in an instant.
Not long after they left, there was a knock on the door of the new house, and Yanzi's voice came from outside, full of excitement and joy: "Madam, are you okay? It's getting late, Miss, it's time to dress up..."
There was silence in the room, and there was no response at all.
Yanzi was quite surprised and repeated it again. There was still no movement in the house. Confused, she walked in and saw Zhongmu lying unconscious on the ground. However, the bride Zhong Qingye was nowhere to be found. Yanzi
In an instant, I gasped and screamed from my throat.
Within half a stick of incense, the news of the bride's disappearance had spread throughout the Zhong Mansion. After hearing the news, Zhong's father hurried over. When he saw the empty wedding room, he felt that something was wrong and ordered the news to be blocked while scolding him.
The servants quickly looked for someone, and he rushed forward and pinched Zhong Mu's vagina.
For a time, the already busy Zhong Mansion was even more crowded, and anxious dark clouds instantly enveloped the originally joyful mansion.
They were making a mess here, but Zhong Qingye's hands and feet were tied, and he was huddled haphazardly in a carriage. The two men in black worked together, one driving and the other guarding, and quickly ran forward.
"Seventeen, what do you think the master is thinking this time? If you kill him with one knife, everything will be fine. Why do we have to go to that Zhongfu to have sex with someone? Isn't this just looking for trouble?" The driver of the car
The man seemed to be very dissatisfied with his action this time and muttered in a broken voice.
The man named Shiqi, who was sitting in the car watching over Zhong Qingye, stared at Zhong Qingye with an expression on his face. Hearing this, he replied coldly: "Drive your car well and watch your mouth!"
The man outside seemed to mutter something in a low voice, but unfortunately the voice was too low to hear clearly. The carriage was not lit, and it was pitch dark. No one noticed the girl huddled on the ground of the carriage, and her arms tied behind her back squirmed slightly.
"Seventeen, someone is checking!" After less than a few minutes of silence, the man driving the car suddenly whispered. Without any hesitation, Seventeen lowered his head and took off something like a wooden sign from his waist, bowed and handed it out.
As soon as he handed over the object, his eyes naturally left Zhong Qingye. The girl who had her eyes closed suddenly opened her eyes. Her hands, which had already broken free of the rope, turned around, and two daggers with cold light appeared on her fingertips.
He adjusted his angle slightly and hid the dagger behind his wrist.
It was dark inside the car. I didn't dare to light the lamp in order to avoid being discovered, but I didn't expect that it would be a big convenience for Zhong Qingye. Seventeen didn't notice that Zhong Qingye had woken up at all, and the wooden sign was picked up by a man outside.
After that, he naturally sat back down, and his eyes habitually turned back to where Zhong Qingye was lying.
It didn't take more than three seconds before he suddenly realized something was wrong. Unfortunately, before he could react, he felt a sudden coldness on his neck protector, as if a cold wind was passing through his neck. He instinctively reached out to touch it, but he didn't think about it.
His usually critical actions killed himself.
Zhong Qingye quickly grabbed the unknown coarse cloth next to him and tied the man's bleeding neck firmly in two or two strokes to prevent the splashing blood from arousing the suspicion of people outside. The wound on the man's neck was very large.
With his trachea severed, he couldn't even scream for help, and his small sobs were drowned in the rolling wheels.
A dark, bloodthirsty smile flashed across Zhong Qingye's eyes.
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