Quick Wear Peace

"Please speak frankly, young lady."

Dong Yong is tens of thousands miles away from An Ning, but An Ning doesn't care.

An Ning looked around with a guilty look on his face. After making sure that there was no one around, his expression became serious. "Your wife is my sister. She is actually a monster."

Oh my god, there will be a day when I will become a villain. How cool it would be if I were the villain in Long Aotian.

The image has already been drawn in her mind: the smell of blood permeates the air, the sky is dark, the wind is howling, and her black hair is fluttering in the wind, but it still can't cause even a ripple on her.

She walked with graceful steps to the side of Long Aotian, who was lying on the ground covered in wounds.

"You crazy person."

Long Aotian covered his chest with his hands, blood kept flowing out from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with anger and hatred.

She smiled gracefully, her slender fingers were like works of art, her delicate fingertips were as soft as silk, she bent down and gently touched the corners of his red mouth.

Long Aotian turned his head away in disdain, but she didn't care. She looked at the red dots on her fingers, which were all over her blood-red lips, and chuckled, "I am a lunatic. I like blood."

An Ning covered her heart and took a deep breath. The beautiful lady with disdainful eyes and every move was captivating. She was simply stunningly beautiful.

Dong Yong looked at An Ning strangely, turned around, and the rough hem of his clothes raised dust. "It's absolutely impossible. My wife is so beautiful and kind, how could she be a monster?"

An Ning came back to her senses. The Seventh Princess, the daughter of the Jade Emperor, didn’t she know to change her husband into a more comfortable piece of clothing?

Look, the blue robes have been washed white.

An Ning thought somewhat inappropriately.

"How is that impossible?" An Ning immediately retorted, "Think about whether something incredible has happened around you."

"How could twenty-dan beans be ground into tofu overnight? This is simply not something that ordinary people can do. Just for this one thing, how did she do it?" An Ning immediately retorted.

It is impossible for an ordinary person to become a powerful person overnight, let alone a favored young lady.

"..." Dong Yong was silent, but An Ning could see that he was a little moved. She stepped up her efforts, "Think about it again, has anything else happened since my sister showed up?"

Seeing Dong Yong’s face full of deep thought, An Ning said, “Think about it carefully,” and left.

An Ning went back happily. When she passed the door, she saw Fu Guanbao happily asking the servants behind him to move something.

"What did you buy?" An Ning walked forward.

Fu Guanbao's face was full of pride, and he showed an expression of seeking credit. He stretched out his hand, patted the box in front of him, and said with a smug look, "Madam, this is the book I bought. It is an antique. The owner of the bookstore even wanted to burn it."

Thinking of this, Fu Guanbao lamented that the bookstore owner did not know the value of the antiques. Fortunately, he saw it early and did not let all these antiques be burned.

An Ning had a bad feeling in her heart, so she asked the servant to put down the box, opened the box, and picked up an "antique thing" that Fu Guanbao mentioned. After a moment of silence, she put it back in the box and closed the box.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to hit someone.

Once again, I sighed that Mr. Fu really gave birth to a "good" son who did not make him angry to death.

He tried hard to put on a smile, walked to Fu Guanbao, patted his shoulder, and said gently, "Be good, just read the books at home from now on. If you want to read any book, I can ask the servant to go out and buy it for you."

She felt that the bookstore owner was very happy now.

That's right, the bookstore owner, holding the banknotes in his hand, happily stretched out his index finger, dipped it in saliva, and counted the banknotes one by one with his eyes narrowed into slits, "I've really been cheated, I hope I can get more next time."

"Give these calendars to the kitchen to burn." An Ning ordered the servants behind him and walked in front of Fu Guanbao, "Don't let Dad know, otherwise you may not be able to get out of bed today."

Fu Guanbao still refused to give up and asked his housekeeper to find a few teachers.

He doesn't believe it anymore.

At night, An Ning went to the Seventh Princess' courtyard again and knocked on the door. The Seventh Princess opened the door and saw that it was An Ning. She happily greeted her and asked, "Sister, why are you here?"

"I came to see my sister." An Ning replied with a smile. Seeing the smooth hair of the Seventh Princess, "Sister, your hair is so smooth. Let me do your makeup for you."

An Ning asked the Seventh Princess to sit on the dressing table and picked up a wooden comb, which exuded the unique fragrance of sandalwood.

"Sister, your hairpin is so beautiful." An Ning looked at the golden hairpin on the dressing table that was shining with a faint golden light.

"This was given to me by my mother."

The seventh princess narrowed her eyes, wanting to look back at her tolerant mother with infinite longing in her heart.

"Then this must be a magical weapon." An Ning said with some envy, "I have never seen a magical weapon before."

The Seventh Princess casually picked up the golden hairpin on the table and handed it to An Ning. An Ning looked at the hairpin in her hand, then looked at the Seventh Princess who was still looking at herself in the mirror, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Should I say that she trusted her too much?

With such a big heart, An Ning looked at the golden hairpin in her hand that was flashing with light.

Not as good as the weapons in his own space, he put them on the table and continued to comb the seventh princess' hair.

After the two sisters chatted for a while, An Ning left.

"Madam, madam--" Fu Guanbao's excited voice spread into the room, and he pulled An Ning mysteriously.

"What's wrong?"

An Ning looked at Fu Guanbao strangely. Did he see something interesting on the street?

"I heard a lot of strange things today." Fu Guanbao poured himself a cup of tea, drank it in one gulp, and then spoke.

"What's weird?"

I have been thinking about how to complete the task recently and haven't paid much attention to other things.

"Shopkeeper Wang, he's the shopkeeper of the pastry shop you like best."

An Ning was still wondering who Manager Wang was, and Fu Guanbao immediately explained.

"What's wrong?" An Ning asked very cooperatively.

"His house is haunted." Fu Guanbao said quietly.

"what happened?"

An Ning also lowered her voice.

Fu Guanbao's desire to share came up instantly.

"You can hear a woman crying in his house every day. Even his neighbors are saying that they want to move out because they hear crying in his house every day. They say that their house has attracted some unclean creatures."

"Did he do something bad in the past?"

"Impossible." Fu Guanbao interrupted immediately, "Manager Wang is a well-known philanthropist in Danyang City. He always smiles when he sees people."

"Really?" An Ning pointed at his chin, wondering what he was thinking about.