Chapter 539, something went wrong

"Miss, are you back?" When the nervous maid saw Qingyu coming back, she immediately greeted her in surprise and looked a little excited. Qingyu nodded slightly and slowly walked into the small courtyard.

Sitting in the luxuriously decorated living room, Qingyu was comfortable and finally came back. This trip was very tired. For five consecutive days of high and light searches, even if she is now a golden elixir saint, she can't stand it.

"Miss, have some tea! I'm worried to death these days!" After sending a cup of fragrant tea, the maidservant sat aside with concern. She was not much different from Qingyu's age. She had been with Qingyu since she was a child. The two said that they were masters and servants, but in fact they were more sisters.

Qingyu took a sip of fragrant tea, and a sweet smell permeated his mouth, feeling comfortable all over.

Miss, how's it going? Did Han Hufa make things difficult for you? After waiting for Qingyu to rest for a while, she couldn't wait to understand the situation. She was really worried about the safety of her daughter. Han Hufa was not a good stubble. She was sinister and cunning. Six relatives did not recognize her, and her daughter and he had some misunderstanding. It was delusional that the old man could treat her lady kindly.

She was afraid that her young lady would suffer a little grievance.

"It's okay!" Qingyu shook his head slightly and said sarcastically, "He just said that he didn't dare to mess around!" Besides, if we can't find anyone, he may not have this ability..."

"Hmm! Of course!" The maid hummed proudly, " Although his status in teaching is higher than that of the young lady, who can compare with the young lady when it comes to the people in teaching? Especially those male followers, which one doesn't regard the young lady as a goddess? We can't find Mu Yun even if we have launched such a great force, can he find it alone? I don't think he will die until the Yellow River will die, and he has to lose all his face.

" Shut up!"

Qingyu stared at the maidservant, whose face was full of grievance, and tears turned in her eyes: "Isn't that right..."

"I know you're right, but be careful. Just say these words in front of me. Don't talk nonsense when you go out. Otherwise, even I can't protect you!" Qingyu warned in a dark and dignified way.

"I understand."

"Okay, I'll take a rest first and ask the landlord to prepare some food in the evening. I'm going to entertain the Korean Protector!" Qingyu slowly got up and didn't give the maid a chance to refute. She walked into her bedroom and closed the door with a bang.

When night falls, the lights are on, and the whole manor is illuminated by all kinds of lanterns. The maids, family members, guards, etc. are nervously busy. The whole manor is operating in an orderly manner.

In the widest hall in the manor, Qingyu, the prospective saint of the Ming religion, is at a banquet to teach the Korean guardian of the Ming Dynasty. All kinds of exquisite and precious food were served, and all kinds of precious wine were poured into the wine glass. The hall is quite lively.

However, as a distinguished guest, Han Hufa doesn't seem to think so, as can be seen from his gloomy face. Han Hufa was indeed very unhappy. He was a strong man in Mingjiao, but in the eyes of these people, he could see that these people were more concerned about Qingyu.

What these people are more afraid of is him.

This makes him quite depressed. He teaches the right guardian king of law. In terms of strength, he is higher than Qing Yu, and his seniority is deeper than Qing Yu. Maybe because he is a man, he has to lose too much to Qingyu in terms of popularity.

"What a little bitch who can win people's hearts..." Seeing Qingyu smiling warmly at every slave who served them, he was very tired of it. What did he pretend to be pure? Sooner or later, won't you be killed?

"Lord Han, I would like to propose a toast to you!" Qingyu elegantly picked up the glass and stretched the glass slightly respectfully to the Korean guardian.

kuangdang......

"Humph...what the hell is this?" Han Hufa coldly picked up his glass and sent it to his mouth. He took a sip of wine and spit it out. His face was blue. He stared at the landlord with hatred and said angrily, "Xiao Ling, it seems that you have a lot of opinions on this law!"

The fat farmer has been stunned. This is his own wine. How can there be a problem? But after a small taste, his face suddenly became ugly and immediately turned pale. How could this wine taste so good?

"Come on!" The fat Zhuangzhu roared as hard as he could. An old man who looked like a housekeeper hurried in with a pale face. He already knew what had happened and trembled violently all over his body.

"What's wrong with this wine?" The fat owner is respectful to Han Hufa and Qingyu, but it does not mean that he is not majestic. On the contrary, for a large manor owner who is in charge of thousands of people, his majesty is very heavy.

"I...I don't know either!"

"I don't know?" The owner had already done the 18 generations of the housekeeper's ancestors in his heart and said angrily, "Go and change the wine!"

"Yes, yes..."

Han Hufa looked at the landlord with a gloomy face, but he did not attack. "Xiao Ling, if you have a problem with this protection law, you can mention it. This protection law is not a person who can't listen to opinions. It's a little awkward for you to do this."

"Han...protect the law, I..."

"Okay, no need to explain!" Han Hufa snorted coldly and said, "This little thing, I don't care about you!"

The obesity makes the owner's heart aggrieved to death. Why don't you care about it? Did you talk nonsense after you said so much? Thinking that he inevitably had to respect a large group of children, he was angry and wanted to kill people.

In a short time, the news brought back by the housekeeper almost made him collapse. There was no wine in the wine cellar, all the wine was spoiled, and the wine cellar was still filled with a smell.

"How could this happen?" The landlord said angrily. The housekeeper hesitated to answer.

"Go to hell!" Han Hufa finally couldn't help it. You didn't have a good wine to treat you to dinner? With a roar, Han Hufa directly tore down the housekeeper's head and said angrily, "Do you really think this protector is easy to bully?"

"Han Hufa, please don't be angry, the situation may change!" Qingyu stared at the landlord with a solemn look and said, "Take us to the wine cellar quickly to check!"

"Yes!"

What do you want to do in the wine cellar? Go smell it?" Han Hufa said sarcastically.

"You will know when you go!" Qingyu was also too lazy to say more and urged the owner to leave quickly.

After a while, the group came to the wine cellar. Sure enough, as soon as the door of the wine cellar was opened, the whole wine cellar was filled with a strong smell. In the corner of the door, they saw mice that had been stinked to death.

"Is it really here..." Qingyu muttered.

"What do you mean?" Han Hufa muttered dissatisfiedly.

Just as Qingyu was about to speak, a lightning-like figure suddenly rushed to Han Hufa, and a trembling breath permeated the wine cellar.

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