There was a slight chaos in front of the Qin family's door. There was a crash, a long arrow was shot on the door, and a piece of clothing was nailed to it.

Zhou Hui glanced at these people again, turned his horse's head and left, never looking back.

"Go down."

Qin Hu waved his hand and the boy hurriedly exited.

Looking at the piece of cloth and a long arrow placed in front of him, Qin Hu smiled.

"You brat, you've learned how to cut off your robe and cut off your righteousness." He laughed, stretched out his hand to pick up the cloth and arrow, stood up and walked towards the room.

He walked very slowly, holding the piece of cloth and an arrow in his hands as if they were treasures in the world.

Zhou Hui had already entered the door of the Cheng family.

The funeral ceremony had been arranged in the yard, and Fan Jianglin and Huang were busy on their own. When they saw him coming, they hesitated and asked the servant to tear off a piece of mourning cloth.

Zhou Hao reached out to take it and went straight in without saying a word.

Cheng Jiaoniang's room was open, and she saw her sitting inside, with Banqin holding her hand in tears.

"Why didn't I wrap it up?" she said. "It's such a deep wound."

Yesterday, Madam left from Desheng Building and did not return all night. When she came back, the house was busy with Cheng Silang's burial. She was crying so much that she did not notice that there was an injury on Madam's hand.

The blood has been washed away, and the wound across the palm of his hand looks even more hideous.

"Wrapping it up is slow," Cheng Jiaoniang said.

"But there will be scars." Banqin held Cheng Jiaoniang's hand and burst into tears.

"It's okay, scars are just scars, I don't care if there are more." Cheng Jiaoniang said and took back her hand.

Counting the arrows flying from left to right when he died, he must have been scarred like a hedgehog.

She pursed her lips and smiled.

laugh?

Zhou Sheng frowned and walked over.

"Dalangjun has already made arrangements for Mr. Silang's funeral. Madam, do you have any other instructions..." Banqin sobbed.

After the Maoyuanshan brothers died, the lady spent so much effort to clear their names, and the things she did were enough to leave their names in history. Whenever someone mentions Maoyuanshan wine and the world's best running script, they will naturally mention it.

This is the story of the Maoyuan Mountain brothers.

Now that Cheng Silang died at the hands of a prostitute, and that Mrs. Zhu hanged herself in prison, the matter became even more confusing, and was widely spread in the city.

The lady must definitely clear up Cheng Silang's name.

"Burn it, send it back to Jiangzhou, and build a tomb in the capital." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Banqin looked at her and waited for a long time without hearing anything again.

"Is that it?" she asked.

"Oh." Cheng Jiaoniang thought of something else and nodded, "There is no writing on the monument."

At the beginning, there were no words on the burial tablets of the Maoyuan Mountain brothers. It was only after the injustice was settled and a posthumous gift was given that the wife engraved it with her own hands.

It seems that this time, the lady will have to wait for Cheng Silang to take revenge and clear his name before she will carve his name.

Banqin nodded and stood up, bowed his head to Zhou Hui and walked away.

Zhou Feng lifted up his clothes and sat down on the porch outside the door.

"Tell me how to do it." He said directly.

How to kill Qin Langjun?

Banqin paused slightly in his steps and couldn't help but look back.

"Tell me, who are you going to kill this time?" There seemed to be a young man with a smile on his face, leaning forward and saying in a low voice.

The words are still the same, but is the person who once said these words now the one to be killed?

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Damn it, to be honest, you don’t need to scold me, I can’t even ask for a ticket.

But there is no way, the plot ends here, let’s spoil it, it will be over tomorrow...
Chapter completed!