The autumn wind is cold and cool, the chrysanthemums are as yellow as gold
Outside the gate of Wutong Courtyard, Mo Yin and Mo Yue carried the gold and performed Qing Kung Fu. After Wu Jingyu returned to Wutong Courtyard, they quietly placed the box of gold behind the house where Feng Qingzhuang lived.
Under the hint, the two of them were like two doorposts, with expressionless faces, hands intertwined, holding a sword, and stood guard outside the Wutong Courtyard with fierce and ruthless looks.
All the mothers-in-law were so frightened that they backed away.
The two of them stood outside the courtyard and acted as door gods. When they heard their young master's begging for mercy inside the courtyard, they both looked down upon them and secretly thought in their hearts.
It turns out that the young master likes this thing and likes shrews who are as strong as tigresses!
Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly Shangguan Xuanqing appeared outside the gate of Wutong Courtyard with two hidden guards, Jingyun and Jingmeng. Jingyun and Jingmeng are brothers and sisters. They have followed Shangguan Xuanqing since they were young. Jingyun is the elder brother, and Jingmeng is the elder brother.
Dream is sister
Shangguan Xuanqing wears a purple-gold luxurious brocade robe, with several maple leaf patterns outlined with gold thread on the cuffs and hem. He is a noble man from Tsinghua University with straight eyebrows, eyes like cold stars, and waterfall-like black hair tied up with a purple-gold jade crown.
, there are two strands of ink hair hanging down from the temples. At first glance, it is as bright as the autumn moon, scorching its beauty, its grace is outstanding, and its beauty is extraordinary.
It turned out that after Feng Qingzhuang and Wu Jingyu left in a hurry at the gate of Prince Qing's Mansion, Manager Xiao quickly returned to the study to report the news to Shangguan Xuanqing.
However, after Mr. Xiao exited the study, he stood quietly by the window of the study with his hands behind his hands, where Feng Qingzhuang once stood. His thin lips pursed slightly, and his black eyes were as deep as a pool, looking calmly at the green bamboos in the courtyard.
, my heart can’t help but guess
What happened? Her expression changed drastically and she left in a hurry!
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Finally, Shangguan Xuanqing decided to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion in person to see what was going on.
"Your Highness Prince Qing, our young master has ordered that no one can enter Wutong Courtyard." Mo Yin and Mo Yue blocked the long swords in their hands and said coldly.
Shangguan Xuanqing frowned in displeasure, looking at the closed courtyard door, his deep and gloomy eyes were like a deep pool, making it impossible to find out the expression in his eyes, listening to the howling that kept coming from the Wutong courtyard.
He yelled abuse and screamed. He pursed his thin lips and shouted as softly as the wind.
"Jingyun, Jingmeng..."
The brother and sister had followed Shangguan Xuanqing for many years, so they naturally knew what he meant when he shouted. They saw the long swords in the hands of the brother and sister unsheathed, with cold light shining, and they immediately got into hands with Mo Yin and Mo Yue. The four of them were masters.
The first-class hidden guards around him were of equal strength, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.
Outside the Wutong Courtyard, there was a sound of weapons clashing, and sparks shot out. But inside the Wutong Courtyard, people were fighting with each other, and it was noisy.
Shangguan Xuanqing waved his sleeves, and a strong internal force was directed at the closed courtyard door. In an instant, the two dilapidated door panels that had been beaten by wind and rain for more than ten years turned into sawdust.
The scene in the courtyard was clearly visible. A group of maids and women were fighting together. Sisters Feng Simei and Feng Siyu were also fighting like shrews, completely losing their usual dignity and etiquette. Feng Qingzhuang was holding a wooden stick.
Chasing Wu Jingyu, Wu Jingyu jumped up and down like a monkey to avoid the wooden stick attack swung by Feng Qingzhuang.
This scene fell into Shangguan Xuanqing's eyes. He was stunned. He never imagined that there would be such a scene in Wutong Courtyard. If it weren't for that cold and indifferent figure, he almost thought he was in the wrong place.