Crossing the Book: Raiders After the Villain Makes an Amulet

Jiang Fuyue's complexion darkened as soon as she heard half of the words.

She touched her waist, but missed the whip, and then realized that she had forgotten to bring it.

So he immediately turned around and shouted, "Ah Que!"

Li Yan's sternness froze on his face, and he stared at Jiang Fuyue's back in astonishment and panic.

She began to tremble.

"No... save—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Immediately there were painful whimpers and struggles.

After a while, Jiang Fuyue just turned around and looked at the girl who was unconscious in pain on the bed.

Ah Que was beside her with an innocent face.

"It's just a small, harmless bone broken..."

He didn't do anything either.

Jiang Fuyue turned her head, took the cold tea on the table, walked to the bed, and splashed it directly on Li Yan's face.

With a bang, Li Yan suddenly opened her eyes.

Before she woke up, she heard Jiang Fuyue's voice.

"I asked you to talk, but I didn't ask you to swear. Li Yan, except for your sister who can protect you, no one in Nanling can let you make your temper. Now, sit up immediately and speak clearly."

There was restrained anger in that tone, but the words were clear.

Li Yan only felt a bone-chilling chill.

She has been the second miss of Tongrun Bank for a long time, and she has never experienced such grievances.

Now he was terrified, and hurriedly listened to the words.

Jiang Fuyue sat on the chair again, looking at Li Yan coldly.

It's disgusting just looking at it.

"Say." She said impatiently.

Li Yan could make her voice again, she flinched and bit her lower lip.

As the night was getting darker, she suddenly felt as if she had entered hell, facing the judge and complaining about her evil deeds during her lifetime, while standing beside her were the judge's attendants who could punish her.

Li Yan already knew that these two people had no mercy and only used torture, so she had no choice but to express her resentment.

"She killed my father. I saw it with my own eyes. She poured medicine into my father's mouth. My father died suddenly because of drinking the medicine!"

Li Yan couldn't wait to look at Jiang Fuyue, as if she wanted to find surprise and disgust in the other party's eyes.

The most gentle and resolute Song Qinghe is actually a murderer!

But unexpectedly, Jiang Fuyue frowned, but she just asked Li Yan, "What kind of beast did your father do?"

Li Yan was stunned.

?

Jiang Fuyue was obviously angrier, "Say!"

Qin Guique's eyes lightly fell on Li Yan.

Li Yan trembled for a moment.

She shook her head desperately, "No, my father treated her very well, even better than me. She seduced my father, and my father said she was a slut, so he wanted to punish her..."

Jiang Fuyue felt her mind suddenly go blank.

There seemed to be a piercing, high-pitched sound echoing in his head.

Like falling into an ice cellar.

She could only see Li Yan's mouth moving, and vaguely heard a few sporadic words.

"Father said that she is the little daughter-in-law who bought the house with mother, and she is father's concubine,"

"You see, she is so high and high, she still seduces her husband, what foster father, she doesn't marry because she is that person's concubine,"

"She's so dirty, but Mr. Helan doesn't even know, Mr. Helan still only has her in his eyes..."

"She would go to my father's grave at this time of year, because she seduced my father on this day, and I saw it with my own eyes..."

……

Li Yan spoke more and more excitedly, completely forgetting her fear.

Jiang Fuyue didn't want to hear it anymore, she suddenly said: "A Que, I don't want to see her anymore."

Then he stood up and walked outside.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the sky is full of stars.

Jiang Fuyue suddenly remembered the year she was seven years old, the year A Niang died of illness.

That year Song Qinghe had already grown into a slim girl.

In the mourning hall, she cried so much that she only remembered turning her head when her eyes were dim with tears, and saw the precarious figure of a young girl standing at the door.

She remembered that Sister Qinghe hugged her and said softly, "Miss is good, Qinghe is here, Qinghe is always here."

The picture in memory seemed to suddenly become clear.

The faint fishy smell that seemed to be absent from the girl's body became heavier and heavier...

Later, when the beast died, Jiang Fuyue asked Jiang Shaobai to take her to see Song Qinghe.

She still remembered that when she got out of the car, Song Qinghe was standing outside the door in white clothes, and said softly to the promising young man, "May you choose another marriage, so that you will grow old forever and have long blessings."

Later, Song Qinghe became the well-known Miss Song of Tongrun Bank in Nanling.

When seeing Jiang Fuyue goodbye, she still had a smile on her face.

"Miss, Qinghe is here."

Jiang Fuyue sat on the steps, tears streaming down her face.

When Qin Guique came out, her skirt was already wet.

He sat beside her.

I heard her crying and sobbing: "I don't know, I don't know anything, she must have come to find A Niang for help, but A Niang is gone, Jun's family is gone, she must be very desperate, but I don't know." You know, I didn't support her, she didn't ask me to support her, because I'm useless, I'm not useful at all..."

Qin Guique's jawline became tighter and tighter.

He didn't know how to comfort people, the damned person was already dead, he was at a loss for a moment, he could only stretch out his hand to embrace Jiang Fuyue into his arms.

Unexpectedly, just as her hand touched Jiang Fuyue's shoulder, Jiang Fuyue wiped her eyes vigorously and turned to look at him.

Even though his voice was still choked with sobs, his expression was calm after the precipitation of sadness.

"do you died?"

Qin Guique nodded.

He asked again, "Do you want to make up a few dollars?"

Just dirty hands.

Jiang Fuyue also shook her head, "Dirty hands."

She turned her head, propped her cheeks again, and looked ahead, only sniffing occasionally.

I can't cry anymore.

When she was seven years old, when Sister Qinghe needed help most, she was crying.

At the age of 16, she wanted to try her best to make up for it.

She should support a Jun family, and she should give Sister Qinghe a place to back her up like the aunt who reached out to Sister Qinghe when she was young.

Jiang Fuyue wiped her eyes again, and said: "Li Yan murdered someone, and the crime of murdering her own sister by collaborating with foreign people is also executed according to the law. I will put up a list and go to Xinling Pavilion. You are not a bad rule. .”

If Li Yan had just killed Sister Qinghe for He Lanjing, then Jiang Fuyue would have sent her to the government for disposal. According to the law, the death penalty would be the death penalty, and it would save A Que from getting her hands dirty.

But there is still that matter, then Li Yan cannot reappear in front of people.

Qin Guique looked at Jiang Fuyue, and just realized that although the young lady would occasionally get angry with the young lady, she was extremely tenacious.

Even crying is just to vent emotions alone, without the slightest intention to arouse sympathy or pity.

He said, "I don't care."

Jiang Fuyue said, "I care."

Qin Guique stared at her blankly.

Jiang Fuyue said: "If you don't care about it, you won't stay in Xinling Pavilion forever, the sky is high and the sea is wide, you can go anywhere,"

She thought for a while, turned her head to the side, and stared at Qin Guique with her bright eyes filled with tears,

"Ah Queh, I really need you to help me do things I dare not do, but I don't regard you as a knife that can only kill people, and I don't want to treat human lives as nothing, so the existence of Xinling Pavilion fine,"

Jiang Fuyue smiled slightly, "At least in the future, when we go to the underworld together for a life-counting lawsuit, we may be sentenced to three or four hundred years less."