Chapter 277 Defense
Seeing that Liu Rong's face changed, Duan Qingming did not look at her, but smiled meaningfully, and then covered his nose and left - Liu Rong, you will never recover from your illness.
Because you will never know what has been done by me in your medicine! Therefore, you will never know who caused the pain in your life.
Liu Rong, you will soon live and die in the next few days.
Seeing Duan Qingming leave, Liu Rong's teeth were broken with hatred, but she had to follow Duan Qingming and walk towards the main hall. Since Duan Qingming, a little Jian's war letter, has been issued, wouldn't it be too disgruous if she didn't follow?
Mother Wang on one side held Liu Rong's hand, looked at Liu Rong with some worry, and whispered, "Miss, look at this young lady's appearance, she seems to have come prepared. You should be careful later!"
Liu Rong's body was itchy as if she was scratching something. She reluctantly endured and said angrily, "No matter what trick she played, she wouldn't think of what I did. What's more, that man has been bought by me. No matter how smart that Jian is, he can't see any flaws.
Liu Rong walked forward slowly. Her body, in the body covered by fragrant powder, was bursts of stench and kept coming. Mother Wang held her breath and gently supported Liu Rong, but thought to herself that things could be over soon. If not, I'm afraid that the young lady's illness could not be hidden.
When the group returned to the main hall again, they had changed their positions. Duan is sitting in the middle seat, while Duan Qingming sits on one side.
Originally, it was awkward for the girl's family to take care of the matter of the adults, but Duan Zheng had promised Duan Qingming. At this time, it was too late to repent.
The man was quickly brought up. He had never seen such a light girl. He only looked at Duan Qingming with a veil on his face and could no longer turn his eyes.
Duan Qingming looked at the man's colored eyes and couldn't help getting angry: "Tie Feng, dig out the man's eyes for me first!"
What? Want to dig his eyes?
The man was shocked when she heard this. She never thought that the woman was so beautiful but so vicious. He just looked at her twice, and she was about to dig his eyes.
However, that woman is so noble and charming. She just sits there quietly and does nothing. She is like a fairy in the ethereal clouds, noble and free from vulgarity.
Tiefeng was also shocked by Duan Qingming's words. However, when he thought of this person humiliated the master and dared to steal people to the general's mansion, Tie Feng only felt angry. So, he waved his hand and ordered his servants to lift the man with one hand, lift the dagger, and went to dig the man's eyes.
At a glance, Duan Qingming was actually moved. He was so scared that he was paralyzed and quickly begged for mercy: "Fairy, spare my life, Miss..."
The man was dragged and walked towards the door. He looked at the bright dagger beside him, and when he looked at the door close at hand, he suddenly understood that Duan Qingming was not joking, but really wanted to dig his eyes - this man was just here to make money and didn't want to lose his eyes. He quickly covered his eyes with his hands and shouted He shouted, "Help, spare my life, don't dig my eyes!"
Duan Zheng looked at it, frowned, and said to Duan Qingming, "Ming'er, the girl's family must not scare others so much. Let that person go and ask questions well!"
Duan Qingming heard this and said with a smile, "According to my father."
After saying that, he waved his hand and made Tie Feng stop. Seeing that the man collapsed to the ground again and was dragged back by others, Duan Qingming suddenly smiled coldly: "Since you know you are afraid, why do you dare to come to the general's mansion to talk nonsense?"
When the man heard this, he immediately defended, "I didn't talk nonsense!"
Duan Qingming heard this and said coldly, "Since there is no nonsense, how dare you frame the innocence of the general's mansion?"
The man defended again: "I didn't..."
Duan Qingming sneered and said, "Do you want to say that you and Aunt Zhang are in love with each other. When they meet again, the old relationship is rekindled. Moreover, they secretly have a baby and have a child. You originally wanted to persuade Aunt Zhang to elope with you, but Aunt Zhang is greedy for wealth and unwilling to go with you. You have no choice but to do this. I hope Pry with my father and let him complete you?"
When Duan Qingming said this, the man was stunned and asked, "How do you know?"
Duan Qingming said coldly, "I made it up!"
The man was stunned: "You made it up?"
Duan Qingming ignored him, but Liu Mei stood up and shouted harshly, "Where were you on the day of the temple fair on October 17?"
As soon as the man heard this, he immediately replied, "I'm in the Nanshan Temple, where I'm at the worship of my mother!"
Duan Qingming smiled coldly and said coldly, "Isn't you wrong?"
Hearing this, the man quickly defended, "No, absolutely not... Early that morning, I came to the temple fair. I wanted to put Zhuxiang on behalf of my aunt and let her bless our family, but I didn't expect that I met cousin Kou who hadn't seen for a long time..."
Duan Qingming looked at the man carefully. These words must have been ready for a long time, so the man said it was catchy and did not hesitate to think about it!
Unfortunately, no matter how cunning the fox is, it is also a fox. His horse's feet have been exposed.
Duan Qingming suddenly sneered at the man, and then asked, "Are you sure it was the day of the temple fair on February 19? In the Nanshan Temple?"
As soon as the man heard this, he immediately said righteously, "Of course, on the day of Ko's mother's death, I once went to mourn with my father. How can I not remember?"
Duan Qingming stretched out his hand and brushed the dust that did not exist. She lifted the corner of the veil, took a sip of tea, and said lightly, "Aunt Zhang, come to tell your relative, when is the Nanshan Temple Fair? What day did your mother die?"
Aunt Zhang wiped her eyes and said softly but clearly, "To return to the lady's words, the mother of the concubine died on October 18, but because that day happened to be my father's longevity, we children will go to the Nanshan Temple one day in advance to give a pillar of incense for our mother. Over time, habits have been formed.
Presumably, no outsider knew about these things. When the man heard this, he was stunned and could no longer speak.
Duan Qingming asked again, "So, I don't know if Aunt Zhang remembers whether this Nanshan Temple Fair is October 17 or October 19?"
Aunt Zhang replied affirmatively, "If you go back to Miss, it's October 17."
When the man heard this, he knew that he was surrounded by Duan Qingming. He quickly argued, "It's October 17th. That's right. I just remembered it wrong!"
Duan Qingming sneered: "Are you sure you remember it wrong?"
The man nodded quickly: "I'm sure."
A well-eyed person knows that the person is quibbling. However, Duan Qingming did not break it. She only said "Oh" faintly and said inadvertently, "How many times have you had a tryst with Aunt Zhang? Where for the first time?
The man listened and replied without thinking, "In addition, there were three times in the Nanshan Temple... The last time was today. However, unfortunately, it was found!"
The man spoke righteously and without shame. Looking at his expression, he didn't seem to notice his behavior at all. What's wrong with him?
Liu Rong always sits aside and restless. Her body was itchy, but she couldn't scratch it with her hands, so she was so anxious that she scratched her ears and cheeks and was at a loss. Therefore, she doesn't have much energy to pay attention to Duan Qingming's questions.
Duan Zheng has been impatient for a long time. In his opinion, talking to such a disciple is simply insulting Duan Qingming's identity. Moreover, this kind of common thing can be said to be extremely humiliating for him. If Duan Qingming asks a question from a small unmarried woman, no matter what, it will be very shameful. If it spreads, it will really damage Duan Qingming's reputation.