Transmigrated into the daughter of the prime minister, and thrived in space

"Did you see that? You're a tigress. You'll suffer in the future!" He immediately jumped onto Si Wenming's shoulder and whispered in her ear.

Si Wenming touched his little forehead and smiled leisurely.

Li Di Huo raised his head and faced Yu Xiaoqiao, and replied sweetly and slyly, "Yes, dear master, come right away!"

Yu Xiaoqiao dripped the blood in the tube into Li Dihuo's hand, then took a few drops of blood from her severed finger and dripped them into his palm.

"How disgusting!" Li Dihuo tilted his head, closed his eyes and grinned.

The blood on Li Dihuo's palm condensed and churned, emitting a purple light...

Li Di Huo clapped his hands, jumped onto Si Wenming's thighs, lifted up his robe and wiped his hands vigorously, his eyes full of disgust, "The blood test results show that the two are the same person's DNA, over."

"Okay, let's retreat!" Yu Xiaoqiao waved his hand.

She pouted her lips and said in dissatisfaction: "Hey, my lady!"

Before the word "humph" was lingering in her mouth, the big red bellyband flashed away and immediately slipped into Yu Xiaoqiao's sleeve.

"Look, it really is that Xiao Qi. Is his luck too good? There is nothing here, but he found a severed finger?" Yu Xiaoqiao frowned and asked in surprise.

Si Wenming smiled and thought to himself: It's not luck, but hard work. If there weren't people watching, it wouldn't be so easy.

Si Wenming handed Yu Xiaoqiao a glass of water and said, "This proves that it was An Yu who did it. If we follow the clues, we will find that the person behind this is the one who painstakingly framed us."

"It's either him or his father. Humph! Let me take the blame! It worries me to death." Yu Xiaoqiao buried his head in his arms and sighed sadly.

Si Wenming imitated her words and teased her: "Don't worry, don't worry, if you worry yourself to death, no one can help you!"

"Li Lingyan is such a big mouth. He needs to change his name to Li Dachui, Li Dahao, Li Da Laba, Li Dapao!" Yu Xiaoqiao squinted her eyes, looking angry.

Si Wenming smiled dotingly and said slowly: "It's either a new grudge or an old hatred. Zhou Zhang is so capable and his hatred is even more extraordinary."

"Could it be related to the border crisis seventeen years ago, the Chen family's White Robe Army?" Yu Xiaoqiao supported his chin, rolled his eyes, and muttered his analysis.

Si Wenming's gentle eyes could not help but darken, and the fingers in his sleeves slightly froze, "This is a serious matter, and there are countless connections. Don't act rashly."

Yu Xiaoqiao nodded, frowning, "If I can't get it directly, then I'll try to find it indirectly... Zhuang Simi?"

Si Wenming responded.

Yu Xiaoqiao watched him leave and felt something was wrong.

Zhuang Simi?

Is she a descendant of the White Robe Army? Or is she Qi Tianheng's childhood sweetheart?

But who must take me with him?

Do I have the words “easy to bully” and “easy to exploit” printed on my forehead?

We really need to reflect on this!

……

"Hurry up!" Li Lingyan's voice arrived before he even entered the house.

Yu Xiaoqiao looked up at him and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"Catch him, hurry up! It will be too late." Li Lingyan said anxiously, pulling her out.

Yu Xiaoqiao looked at the bright moon and sighed: Since I came to Daxin, working overtime and staying up late has turned into traveling day and night. I haven't seen much scenery during the day, but I have enjoyed the scenery at night.

He ran all the way, looking for the marks left by Si Wenming.

The wilderness was dark and the cold wind was blowing.

Yu Xiaoqiao and Li Lingyan found Si Wenming in the trench.

In the distance, three or five men in black were pouring something into a newly dug pit.

Li Lingyan said slowly: "Fire oil? Burn the corpse!"

“If we don’t stop it...everything will be burned and the evidence will be gone!” Yu Xiaoqiao said curiously.

Si Wenming said calmly, "Someone is more anxious than you!"

At this time, another man in black, with a petite and lithe figure, swung the Meteor Sword like dancing and sprinkled a handful of powder, and the fire was reduced.

Two groups of men in black were fighting each other.

The later comer was also quite skilled and was evenly matched with the others.

Yu Xiaoqiao began to feel doubtful.

At this moment, another man in black flew over and took away the only body that had not been burned while the two groups were fighting.

The petite black-clad figure chased after him, shouting, "Put him down, the body is mine!"

Several men in black stayed behind with one man to continue burning the corpse, while the others followed closely.

Yu Xiaoqiao took out a mosquito from the space and chased after it.

The three groups of people fought to the edge of the cliff, and finally the man in black who snatched the body threw it off the cliff and flew away.

Seeing this, the larger group withdrew.

The petite person in black had no choice but to leave sadly.

Among three groups of people, there is only one "mosquito". Yu Xiaoqiao chooses to continue following the petite man in black.

After a lot of twists and turns, the petite man in black did not go to Piaoxiangyuan, Miaoyinfang, or Jixiangfang.

Instead, he went to a desolate mountain, cried bitterly, beat his chest and stamped his feet for a long time, and left only when it was almost evening.

The "Mosquito" was recalled due to low battery.

Yu Xiaoqiao intuitively felt that this person must be Zhuang Simei, but she did not dare to say that they were the same person.

Are there two of her?

One in the sun, one in the dark?

……

Under the moon, a man in black stood there, looking cold and aloof, as if he was trampling everything under his feet.

He chewed something in his mouth, spit it out gently, and said faintly: "Have you received it?"

A young man in blue clothes bowed and said, "Young Master, the goods have been received, and we can proceed to the next step."

The man in black flicked his fingers, and the young man in blue retreated into the night.

The man in black picked up a stone and threw it towards the cliff in front of him.

There was no response, only darkness and the sound of whips.

"Crack, snap, snap!"

The whips hit the young man, and the sound was deafening.

There was not a single tear on his stubborn face, his back and arms were torn and his clothes were soaked with blood.

"Why do you study?" A middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes, with gray hair and a solemn and stern look asked while whipping him.

The boy shouted, "Revenge!"

"Why do you learn martial arts?" The middle-aged man shed tears and raised the whip in his hand with difficulty and continued to whip.

The boy's voice got louder, "Revenge!"

"Why live?" The middle-aged man tilted his head, closed his eyes, and whipped the long whip in his hand.

The young man's voice resounded throughout the palace, "Revenge!"

The man in black's lips twitched and he crossed his arms.

He took out the necklace from his neck, which had a silver heart-shaped pendant on it. With a light press, the outer shell of the pendant opened, revealing a short-haired girl and a long-haired woman.

A girl's smile is bright, and a woman's smile is elegant.

The smiles of the two have been with him for seventeen years.

The secret room of Piaoxiang Garden.

The petite person in black pushed the door open and walked in. She took off the black veil on her cheek, revealing her charming face. She threw her boots on the ground. When she took off her nightgown, she noticed a figure in the dark and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Ah."

A man in a dark blue robe looked up at her from his chair.

It was already spring, but the man still had a blanket on his knees and was holding the heater in both hands.

Zhuang Simi walked over slowly, knelt down in front of the man, cleared his throat, and said softly, "Master."

"boom!"

Kick him over.

Zhuang Simei got up, straightened his clothes, and continued to kneel in front of the man.

"What's the use of a face, dog brain!"

The man raised his eyebrows and perfect jaw, stared at her face, and continued: "I told you not to provoke Yu Xiaoqiao, why are you being so smart?"

Zhuang Si lowered his brows and looked down, his eyes full of desolation and sadness.

The man stabbed the dagger into Zhuang Simi's chest, and blood gushed out.

Zhuang Simi was in great pain, but she raised her head defiantly, looked at the man, and said angrily: "Could it be that Your Highness also has a crush on her?"

The candlelight illuminated Qi Tianyi's calm face. He thrust the dagger deeper into his mouth, curled the corners of his lips, and said softly, "Hmph, do your job well!"

After that, he patted her cheek gently and said in a very gentle voice: "Inform Dai Zihan, the second visit to the Heavenly Prison is here."

Having said that, he handed Zhuang Simi a note, then stood up and left.

Zhuang Simei's face turned pale as he slumped to the ground, staring from afar at the cabinet where the blood-stained clothes were kept.

The corners of his lips curled up into a smile, and he said slowly: "If you were here, I would not have suffered such a great humiliation."