"Forget it, I'll marry you!" The girl's eyes were red, her teeth bit her red lips, and traces of blood oozed out.
The neatly laid-out courtyard of An's family blocks the howling north wind in the cold winter, but the stone slabs are bitingly cold. Lying there is her tied-up A Niu Ge. The boy has his eyes tightly closed and has stopped breathing. The sticks that fell on him were like sacks, making a muffled sound.
The man in the corridor was wearing a black mink fur and his figure was hunched. Hearing the girl's voice, he took action to stop his men. He side-eyed, showing a sarcastic and bitter tone: "I am punishing Xiao Xiao, but I am so tired that Mrs. Chen sacrifices her life to protect her?" Without waiting for the other party to answer, he turned his head to call for evidence, and the housekeeper stepped forward and answered: "This is the ice crack brush washer that was lost in Baijingfang. When Li Daniu went to Baojiwan Pawn Shop, he caught someone's stolen goods and got it."
Everyone in Wuzhou knows that Baijingfang and Baoji Wanpang have the same owner, that is, Wanjia. Even if it is stealing, how can they go to the same store to exchange money? It's such a clumsy lie, and I don't even bother to tell it.
Chen Xiaoniang clenched the hairpin in her sleeves, looked directly into his sinister eyes, and stepped forward: "Master An, it's best to avoid bloodshed on your marriage."
The pair of gloomy eyes were heavy, and after a long time, they seemed to be interrupted by the crackle of the charcoal fire in the hall. He turned around tiredly, picked up the crutch that was leaning on the pillar, and propped it up under his arm: "Just send that dirty thing to get some medicine, don't dirty the threshold."
Purpose: Romance novel