Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

This book is coming to an end, so here are a few short chapters to see which one you are interested in? Maybe fill one of the holes in the next book?

I'll replace this chapter when I get home from vacation~ Let Yun Ci wait for a few days before he can act cool

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#何鹿#

In the middle of the hall, there is a table with a length of more than ten feet, and a round bronze mirror is hung on the top. He Lu paused, raised his eyes and glanced in the mirror several times.

The attendant following behind heard He Lu murmuring: "...I really...don't know if I can detain it?"

The attendant lowered his eyelids and looked at Mingjing and thought, maybe he heard wrongly.

He Lu finally recovered from his peerless beauty, stepped onto the stone steps and sat in front of the case.

After three beats of the Jingtang, a majestic scene, officials dragged up a man covered in blood.

It's a bit far-fetched to say he's a human being. He's still wearing a new prison uniform.

He Lu half-closed his eyes and coughed: "Who is under the case?" He looked very elegant and looked like a narcissus seedling with his blue court clothes.

It's just that the person lying down below really didn't give him any face. If it weren't for the sound of breathing like breaking wind, He Lu almost thought he was dead.

The official behind the man bowed and said, "Sir, he is the second son of the Gu family in Xicheng. Last month, his neighbor smelled something and saw a dead man lying under his bed."

Sleeping on a dead man. He Lu trembled all over. This is how much he likes someone. Oh, now that he has smelled it, he must not be pretty anymore.

He Lu curled his lips, feeling that the blood all over his body was really unsightly: "What's going on? Do you want to be beaten like this just to give in?"

"Sir, you misunderstood. When we arrested him last month, he didn't say a word. He was imprisoned and awaiting trial. Unexpectedly, he broke the bowl and cut himself like this. He was bandaged. I did it again."

Tsk. He Lu stretched his neck and looked at the ground, and sure enough he saw traces of medicine on the exposed wounds. There is nothing you can do if you torture yourself.

He Lu nodded, indicating that he knew: "Who died?"

"It's Gu's eldest son."

who? !

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#Mo秋#

In the fifty-sixth year of Zaixi, winter.

The sky had been gloomy for three consecutive days, and finally a layer of white velvet was laid out last night, so that before the door could even be cleared of snow, it was covered in mud.

The dirty snow water mixes with the white snow, soaking in and melting little by little.

Mo Qiu carried the food box and walked calmly up the stone steps step by step. When he counted to twenty-six, he finally reached the top and saw the man sitting upright in the pavilion.

The man had been blowing in the wind for a long time, his face was pale, and he could not speak coldly. He only slightly raised the corner of his mouth: "You are here."

Mo Qiu just smiled and took out the contents of the food box one by one. There are not many things, just a bowl full of gold and jade, and a pot of Huadiao wine.

Jinyumantang is commonly known as egg fried rice, but it is also very particular. The broken eggs should be golden and of the same size, and the rice used should be fine and fine, plump and crystal clear like jade. After frying, it is served in a lotus leaf bowl made of jade, and then sprinkled with hibiscus pine made from refined beef.

"On a day like this, it's best to make a pot of wine." Mo Qiu lowered his head and threw a few green plums and a few plum blossoms picked on the roadside into the tumbling wine.

The man just shivered from the cold and shrank his neck into the wind.

Seeing this, Mo Qiu laughed: "Why are you so afraid? I won't eat you."

"I..." The man was still trembling. He said one word several times, and the second half of the sentence was repeated in his throat several times, but he only made a gurgling sound.

"You don't want to die yet, right?" She poured the wine and handed it over, "But it's useless. If the higher-ups want you to die, I have to let you die. I can't count my words."

Hearing this, the man flipped his hand and knocked over the wine that was handed to him. He roared at Mo Qiu with red eyes, "Are you a dog he raised? How could I imagine that I have been a neighbor of your Mo family for several years? No affection at all?!”

"Yes. So what? You want me to take care of my old neighborly relationship, but what about you?" The wine splashed all over Mo Qiu, half of his face was reddened by the hot wine, and his lips were trembling with coldness but he was still smiling, " Then dare to ask Gu Shilang, Gu Shaoxian, and Mr. Gu, is this what you call neighborly love?

After saying that, he raised his hand and rolled up his left sleeve. There was a dark red scar like a blood stain on his slender wrist, and his teeth and claws circled from the wrist to the forearm.

The injury was new, and blood oozed out after some movements.

"Have you forgotten how this came about, Mr. Gu?"

Of course Gu Shaoxian didn't forget it, but his face was pale and he hesitated to speak.

It was useless to say anything now: "I didn't mean it."

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#坝好#

Rong Shu was finally awakened by a burst of orioles' cries.

There was a bird with black and white tail feathers parked on the half-open window. Seeing Rong Shu open her eyes, it tilted its head, turned around and flew out the window with its wings before jumping, leaving only a white mark on the window sill.

Rong Shuhao looked at Magnolia outside the window with half-closed eyes.

Is it... already March?

A woman lowered her head and opened the curtain, holding incense. She walked to the bed and changed the spices in the stove. When she looked up, she found that Rong Shu had her eyes open and was in a daze. The woman rushed to the bed and tried to open her eyes wide to confirm. She also stretched out her right hand and stopped in front of Rong Shuhao.

Before she could catch Rong Shu's breath, she hurriedly stopped her hand and grabbed Rong Shu's slightly cold hand instead: "Madam! Are you finally awake?" She was already sobbing before she finished speaking.

Her eyes wandered around the crying Furong beside the bed for a while. Rong Shu didn't want to speak at all, but the crying made Rong Shu have a headache. She had no choice but to stop her and ordered Furong to help her get out of bed.

After several days of lethargy, she felt weak. After getting down to earth, she felt a little energetic, so she proposed to go out for a walk.

The spring light was just right in the courtyard, so Furong moved a stool and placed it under the magnolia tree in the courtyard according to Rong Shu's words. After helping Rong Shu sit down, she took a blanket and covered her legs.

The bench was covered with a layer of fur, so Rong Shu could hold the blanket and squint in the sunshine.

Dajing's accomplished general Qiao Li and her husband never came back together with his subordinates after the forced conquest a year ago, and died in front of the emperor with the loyalty of the Qing emperor.

Also dead was her father. The Dajing Rong family was in ruins because of Rong Xiang's death.

She has survived until now despite the reputation she gained after Zhongliang. In the past three months, the female relatives in the house had come to make trouble many times. Although she was asleep and no one dared to break in and break the rules, she could still hear the unscrupulous criticism and curses in the courtyard.

After the turmoil ended, there was an order from above to pass the title of general to the general's legitimate son, but Rong Shuhao was unconscious and no one in the general's palace made the decision, so the order was not issued.

It's time to resolve this matter.

With this in mind, she ordered Furong to gather all the family members of the General's Mansion.

Following the general's wife's orders, those people had to come no matter how reluctant they were. There was a whole courtyard full of people kneeling in such a gathering.

Rong Shu lived for nearly thirty years and married into the general's mansion at the age of sixteen. The upbringing of the Rong family allowed her to manage the family in an orderly manner, and no matter how much trouble the female family members in the backyard made, they could not overturn the situation.

Even though the world said how virtuous she was and how respectful she was to her husband, she felt that it had nothing to do with her.