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"I'm going to see how Lu Xiaofeng provoked Ye Gucheng to hunt him down, and I'll be back in a few days." I looked at Ximen Chuuxue calmly, waved my horse and left leisurely, ready to see Lu Xiaofeng go to the Ghost Villa.

"Well, go early and come back early." Ximen Chuuxue looked at me indifferently.With the gentleness hidden in his eyes, he handed me several bottles of pills in his hand, and arranged for the hotel and carriage for my departure.

In front of the crowd, I kissed Ximen hard, and while the servants covered their eyes, I rode to Shanxi to meet Huamanlou.

"Chi Huo, can you save Lu Xiaofeng, Lu Xiaofeng is very dangerous." Hua Manlou said worriedly, I directly gave him the envelope that Lu Xiaofeng sent me.

After a long time, Hua Manlou said with a smile: "It's not a pity to save a bastard like Lu Xiaofeng, I don't care about him."

Huamanlou showed me a look of understanding, but I just smiled and said nothing, watching the azaleas cry blood in spring and watching the green grass on the ground leisurely.

Farewell to Huamanlou, I will ride back, because the horse is too slow!I flew back with the power of Happy Superman.Arrived a day and a half earlier, it was already ugly time to return to Wanmei Villa (4:00).

I walked to the room where Ximen Chuuxue and I lived, at the door of the room, I was stopped by Uncle Huang, with his anxious expression, and Ximen and the woman were happy to hear from my room!

My face instantly turned black!He turned out!He turned out!

"Young master Chi, everything is the old slave's idea, don't blame the owner, if you want to kill him, you will attack the old slave." Uncle Huang closed his eyes and died.

I wanted to see Fuxue and my heart was completely cold, and my eyes were sore for some reason, obviously I didn't use wind oil.

"Young master Chi, don't cry, it's all the old slave's fault, I deserve to die, I deserve to die." Uncle Huang slapped himself in the face as he spoke.

"It turned out that I was crying. Ever since I was told at the age of seven that a boy would cry, I haven't shed tears for a long time. I thought I forgot what crying is. Mr. Chi, heh! Indeed, I am a man of unknown origin." How can I become the Mrs. Ximen you speak of! Maybe you laugh at me in your heart for being shameless, this scene should be arranged by your old master Yu Dajiao, right?"

Every time I said a word, my heart felt cold a little bit, and fell down a little bit, as if being bitten off by insects slowly.I held Ximen Chuuxue's handkerchief, the sound of tears dripping on the embroidered surface of plum blossoms, the sound of Ximen Chuuxue's cock and the woman's pattering water in the room.

Uncle Huang was silent for a while and said: "Only you are worthy to be with the owner. Sun Xiuqing is just a tool for carrying on the family line. If you don't like her, you can kill her yourself when she gives birth to the owner." He said it as if it was his nature.

"No need, I want to see Wanmei Villa. You can go, I won't disturb Ximen's good deeds." Enduring the pricking pain in my heart, I stared at the room that Ximen and I had been happy with. It was another woman's cry.

Uncle Huang bowed to me, then disappeared into the dark to observe me.I looked at Broken Meixuan, wiped away my tears, turned and left silently.Go to the study and write a letter with a pen:

Cherish it, don't look for it, kill it without mercy

The seven characters are written with bitterness and sorrow, as if the joy in the heart no longer appears, and the ups and downs of sadness and pain.

Snow that year, never come back!

I hugged the plum wine I brewed with Ximen Fuxue, and drank it on the stone table at the door of that room.Listening to the lively and shallow breathing, I laughed miserably and wantonly.

Obviously Ximen Chuuxue and Sun Xiuqing are a couple, but I, the mistress, still look devastated, how stupid!

Looking at the dark sky, I thought, "Ask what love is in the world, and if you tell people to promise each other with death, they will betray you, so what should I do!"

"Mom, I'm broken in love, I can't seem to fulfill my wish"

I can't spend the long river of time with the one I love, eat all the delicious food, taste the fine wine and all the flavors of life with him in the beautiful scenery.

I dare not forgive him, and I dare not give my heart out again, I am afraid of pain, I am afraid of crying, I am afraid that when my heart is broken, I can only taste bitterness from crying!

I'm just a foodie, and now even food can't make me happy.

I think, I should go!

Go to that legendary world!