Don't talk about money and hurt feelings!Marquis【Crossover】

There was another silence, only the sound of Xu Ziying's gentle and weak breathing on the bed, and then Rong Feiyan sighed lightly, "We can't wait any longer, and we must not make any mistakes."

Rong Fei glanced at Xu Ziying tiredly, unable to tell what emotion he was in, "Keep this place safe, don't keep anyone in the room, I'm afraid it will make more trouble when Yingying wakes up."

Xu Yu thought about it, and tentatively said: "Otherwise, let's put everything first..."

"No." Before Rong Fei got tired of talking, Du Yi drooped his brows and said in a low voice, "Now is not the time."

Rong Feiyan also said: "No matter what, I have to take Yingying to the altar to finish the ceremony first, this is urgent, let's do it first."

The three of them didn't say anything else, Rong Fei thought he was going to kill Zhou Yunke, so he left first, leaving Du Yi by the bedside to guard Xu Ziying, while Xu Yu asked people to clean up the sharp weapons and other things in the house, Lock what should be locked, and then leave.

When the last person stepped out of the house, the carved double wooden door slowly closed, followed by the sound of a lock being locked outside. When everything calmed down, Xu Ziying, who was originally unconscious, immediately opened his eyes.

Xu Ziying didn't know what to do, he just wanted to run, as far as possible, and wanted him to hand over his body, why?

Xu Ziying hated more. If they put a knife on his neck and let his soul get out, then he could only blame himself for his bad luck and think he was unlucky.

But now, Xu Ziying has always been selfish, he just hates why this group of psychopaths can play with his feelings.

Sitting up with his arms supporting his body, he suddenly felt a little cold, curled up helplessly, hugged his knees tightly, buried his head in his arms, and hid all the tears.

He really didn't want to cry, it was so embarrassing.

Xu Ziying knew that time was running out, and he had to hurry even when he cried. He wiped his face casually with his hands, holding back the disappointing tears.

Thinking that Xu Ziying dared to love and hate, he didn't need to waste his feelings here, he sniffed and choked up fiercely.

"Bastard Rong Feiyan, go to hell, I don't like you anymore."

He got down the window and tiptoed around the main room where he had slept countless days and nights.

The conclusion reached was that there were guards outside the house, all the windows were closed, and the entrance to the hot spring below was also locked, turning the whole into a huge cage and imprisoning him in it.

Xu Ziying was a little dumbfounded, he had to go, he couldn't let Zhou Yunke be killed because of him, and he didn't want to be taken to some ceremony.

Ceremony... He clenched his fists tightly. Although there were only a few words, he could guess. Rong Fei was tired of letting Jiang fall back, so he wanted to pay homage to him.

Feeling desolate in his heart, the dizziness from his headache made him unsteady on his feet, and he hurriedly supported the table beside him with one hand, almost knocking over the incense burner on it.

The incense burner fell on the table with a "clang", the lid of the golden tripod fell off, and more than half of the ashes that had not been poured out poured out, dust and smoke flew up, and he smelled a familiar smell.

Picking up the censer, I sniffed the ashes in it with my nose. The smell is not very pleasant, with a strong and pungent smell of medicine, like...

...like the concoction he drank every day.

Xu Ziying was taken aback for a moment, he didn't care what kind of fragrance he used, it was all made by Du Yi, who said it was for nourishing the body, it always had this smell, but it was definitely not bitter.

It's an elegant fragrance, which smells very pleasant, and it can't be smelled normally, only the smell of the ashes is like this.

As if thinking of something, Xu Ziying's hands stiffened, and the incense burner fell from his hands to the ground. The noise startled the people outside.

Du Yi said outside: "Madam? Madam, are you awake..."

Like a thunderbolt, it struck Xu Ziying's head, and his back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

Outside the door, Du Yi wanted to come in and take a look, but Xu Ziying picked up the tea set on the table and threw it against the door. The tea set shattered all over the floor, and the carpet was soaked with tea.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

When Du Yi heard the movement, he said anxiously: "Madam, don't hurt yourself with anger, you don't want to see us but at least you have to eat."

Hearing the word eat, Xu Ziying became even angrier, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, and he roared.

"Get out! I won't eat a bite of your food! You are all lying to me! You are all lying to me! You dare to say that the medicine you take every day, the fragrance you add, what are those?! They are all trying to harm me! "

Du Yi really stopped talking, he was stupid and couldn't say anything nice, and he was afraid of saying the wrong thing and causing trouble, so he waited until Xu Ziying lost his temper before speaking timidly.

"I'm sorry Ma'am, it's wrong to lie to you, but Master Hou has his own reasons..."

Xu Ziying panted heavily, leaning his back against the screen, and sneered, "What's the reason? It's not my reason, so what's none of my business?"

Du Yi knew he shouldn't speak, so he quickly closed his mouth.

There was no movement outside again, but Xu Ziying knew that there were people guarding him, so he couldn't get out without any armor.

Something filled his eye sockets and was about to overflow. He quickly raised his head and pressed the corners of his lips tightly. What he saw were so many paintings in the compartment.

This is all drawn by him, but now it seems that it is not the same.

These faceless portraits, of all kinds, he had never seen before, but they were almost drawn with one stroke, as if they were memories stored in his mind.

Thinking about it now, these are all Jiang Luo's memories.

Slowly walking towards the depths of the compartment, the innermost one is the portrait he painted for Rong Fei before he left Bianmo City. The man under the pen and ink is full of heroism, unparalleled in handsomeness and full of evil.

He still remembered that when Rong Feiyan asked him to draw a portrait, this was what Xu Ziying immediately thought of.

He actually had eight or nine points of imagination with the Mozun in the painting scroll that Zhou Yunke gave him, no, to be precise, it was Rong Feiyan.

Recalling the bits and pieces of the past, Xu Ziying's eyes were momentarily absent-minded, but suddenly turned blank. He raised his hand, pulled the painting down and tore it up.

The pieces of paper fell on the ground one after another, and after tearing them up, he went to tear up other pieces. The torn pieces of paper quickly spread all over the floor, and the compartment became empty, just like his heart, becoming empty again.

He couldn't get out, but looking at these things was really an eyesore, and he destroyed everything that could be destroyed. He knelt on the futon, and on the case was a big golden toad.

He was stunned for a while, then got up silently and walked over to put the golden toad into his purse. This thing is pure gold, and he will die with it when he dies.

There is a space above the incense table where the golden toad is placed, and the whole wall behind it is exposed. If you look closely, the wall seems to be a little uneven.

Xu Ziying frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to touch it. He suddenly remembered something. When he squeezed his knuckles, there was a hidden space on the wall.

Rong Fei was tired of the knife that belonged to Jiang Luo that he brought back with him back then, and it was left here. Xu Ziying had long forgotten about it, but now that the memory was awakened, he quickly pulled the handle of the hidden compartment , the knife really lay quietly inside.