Chapter 327: Angry and crowned beauty
Shang Rong, the housekeeper of the Su Mansion, was guarding the door. When he heard the terrifying laughter, he immediately brought people in.
But when they rushed over, they were still half a step too late, and they could only see the afterimage of the heavy Taishi chair that had been swung out.
Su Fengyue saw the chair coming straight towards him, his eyes widened in horror, he got up and hid aside.
After all, he was too old to react in time with his legs and feet, so he was hit by the back of the chair above his eyebrow bone, and his whole body was carried by this force and fell to the ground.
Shang Rong ran forward and asked anxiously: "Master, how are you?"
Su Fengyue covered his right eyebrow, his head felt dizzy, and dark red blood flowed from his fingers. , flowing along the back of the hand and into the sleeves of the official uniform.
The servants of the Su family surrounded King Yong.
“Get away!”
Zhao Minghong shouted.
The servants gathered around, and Zhao Minghong, in a rage, punched the boy who came to him first.
The ones who came up one after another were knocked to the ground by King Yong with his fierce fists.
Zhao Minghong punched hard to the flesh, sparing no effort, and was a life-threatening boxing technique. These boys were no match for him at all.
At first, Su Fengyue thought that King Yong was a pampered showman and did not take it seriously.
Unexpectedly, he turned into a violent and bloodthirsty lion at this time, and anyone who came close to him would be bitten to pieces.
Two of King Yong's punches were empty, hitting a vase half a man's height. The back of his hand was scratched by a sharp broken piece of porcelain, and blood was still dripping from it.
Zhao Minghong was numb with heartache and couldn't feel any physical pain at all, and continued to kill anyone who dared to stop him.
Su Fengyue was helped aside by Shang Rong, and his voice finally trembled.
"Hurry and stop him! Call other people to come! Go quickly!"
The clever boy got up from the ground and called the guards to come over.
Zhao Minghong headed towards the southeast corner where Su Fengyue was, his eyes were scarlet, and he could tell at a glance that he had lost his mind and wanted to fight him to the death.
Shang Rong, who was standing in front of Su Fengyue, broke into cold sweat all over his body when he saw King Yong looking like this.
At this time, Zhao Minghong stepped on something unknown and slipped slightly.
He glanced down, his steps suddenly stopped, his body was tense, and the muscles on his face were shaking uncontrollably.
Zhao Minghong bent down stiffly and picked up the ribbon and jade beads that were thrown on the ground.
Specifically avoiding the blood on his hands for fear of getting it dirty.
Using the gold edge of the prince's robe sleeve, he carefully wiped the dust on the jade beads, and then carefully put them into his arms.
Zhao Minghong lowered his head and his voice was like a Rakshasa from the underworld.
"Today is the anniversary of your death."
Because they were delayed a little while picking up beads, the guards of the Su family rushed into the house quickly and swarmed up.
It was not a problem for Zhao Minghong to hit five, but when more than a dozen practitioners came together, he quickly became unable to withstand the attack and was pinned to the ground by several people holding weapons.
Su Fengyue's lips were pale due to fear and blood loss.
Shang Rong quickly pulled apart the strip of cloth to stop the bleeding, but he raised his hand and pushed it aside.
Su Fengyue stood up unsteadily holding on to the table and chair, walked to King Yong, and sneered.
"Whose death anniversary does the prince say today is?"
Su Fengyue had not experienced pain and blood for many years. He took the handkerchief handed over by the servant to wipe the blood and said slowly: "In my opinion, it should be yours."
Shang Rong Said: "Master, this is the prince after all."
Su Fengyue's right eye was half closed due to the injury to his eyebrow bone, but his left eye was wide open. "Your Majesty? Is Your Majesty considered a big shot?"
"The emperor is buried in heaven, so the royal family in Beili has no meaning of existence. It is long overdue for a change of dynasty."
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"If I hadn't had a son, the Zhao family might have been replaced by someone else long ago."
Su Fengyue now said these words of rebellion without backing anyone up.
"Your Majesty is so angry that I can understand you."
Su Fengyue threw the blood-stained handkerchief in front of Zhao Minghong's eyes.
"But the prince just doesn't know what's good and what's good. He should be like Tao Wanyin, keep his tail between his legs and act as if nothing happened, so that he can survive."
When Zhao Minghong heard him mention Tao Wanyin, his eyes were about to burst. He raised his head and stared at him hatefully, squeezing out a sound from his throat.
“You don’t deserve to mention her name!”
Seeing the look in his eyes that King Yong wanted to eat him alive, Su Fengyue felt better.
He laughed a few times and said: "Young people are very temperamental and value love as high as the sky. I have had times like this too."
"Actually, this is no wonder for me. After all, I didn’t know that Tao Changhai would fall in love with you again and marry his unpopular daughter to you as a princess.”
Su Fengyue felt dizzy after standing for a long time, so he walked to the Grand Master's chair and sat down.
Shang Rong said: "Master, be careful. It's better not to talk nonsense with him. You should heal the wound first."
Su Fengyue said: "Don't be anxious yet. It's rare for me to be in the mood. Find someone to talk to about the past "The object of the incident."
"The prince must want to know how this happened."
Zhao Minghong's nostrils were breathing heavily, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. , still jumping up and down.
Regardless of whether King Yong wants to hear it or not, Su Fengyue has to say it.
To kill someone, you must first kill your heart.
This will hurt King Yong more than hitting him with a stick.
Su Fengyue recalled: "Xiao Tao was really young at that time. He behaved like an adult at a young age, and he was good at reading. He was full of poetry and calligraphy. Once he saw it, he was like an adult. She looks like the first wife of an IKEA house. "
"It's just that she is still a child. When she sees a stranger, her eyes will show timidity, just like the moon shyly hiding behind the clouds. The more people watch it, the more they like it.”
Zhao Minghong roared: "It's worse than a beast!"
"It would be more appropriate for the prince to give it to Tao Changhai." Su Fengyue smiled strangely: "Bindfold his own daughter and send it to his colleague's house. , I would say, it was Tao Changhai who did it ruthlessly."
Zhao Minghong was trembling all over as he was pressed by the cold iron weapon, and his teeth were also shaking.
It was Mr. Tao Ge who sent Wanyin to Su Fengyue's bed.
This group of shameless old guys are worse than pigeons!
Su Fengyue sat on the Taishi chair, crossing his legs and dangling.
“But I see that Xiao Tao’s reaction seems to be that she hasn’t recognized me yet. When I saw her in the mourning hall today, I was still thinking about how she got here after all these years.”
"A normal woman who loses her virginity before marriage should jump into a river and commit suicide. It seems that Xiao Tao does not He is such a polite person."
"One more thing, I am also curious, can the prince ensure that the child in her belly is yours?"
As he spoke, Su Feng Yue raised his head and laughed, and the face of Shang Rong beside him was also full of malicious smiles.
Being pressed down by several people with forks, King Yong suddenly burst into flames and struggled to get up.
His whole body trembled, like an angry lion being cornered.
King Yong rushed towards Su Fengyue again, looking like he wanted to eat his flesh.
Coming
(End of this chapter)