Shipin Dalizheng

Madam Fu's face was extremely grim. She turned away and said, "Mr. Fengxiang, since you and my son were connected first, it means everything is God's will. Don't struggle in vain. Come, take her to the bridal chamber."

To put it nicely, it was sending her to the bridal chamber; to put it bluntly, it was planning to rape her. Feng Qingqing had always been curious about how her family had the guts to snatch her away, so she let them be pushed into a room and the door was slammed shut.

A wheelchair was pushed out from the side room. Half of Fu Qingshi's hair was loose, but he didn't dare to look at Feng Qingqing. He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Feng Qingqing said: "Fu Qingshi, is this what you want?"

Fu Qingshi turned his face away even further and whispered, "I'm sorry. I know it was you who saved me, but I... I still like her more. Feelings can't be forced. Although I can't give you this heart, you will be the only legitimate daughter-in-law in General Fu's mansion in the future."

Feng Qingqing was so angry that she laughed. "Fu Qingshi, do you want to listen to what ridiculous things you said? You don't know what a dog you look like now. Why not take a piss and look in the mirror to make a better impression? Are you worthy of marrying me?"

Fu Qingshi just said nothing, with a wooden face turned in the direction where Feng Qingqing could no longer be seen, and pushed the wheelchair back. At this moment, the door opened and closed again, and a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old came in.

Fu Yingshi's face was grim and dark as he pressed on, "Mr. Feng Xiang, once you become a member of our Fu family, it's a done deal and there's no turning back."

He took off his outer garment as he walked, and Feng Qingqing immediately understood what he meant. "You mean, your brother is getting married today, but you are the one who goes into the bridal chamber to cook?"

Fu Yingshi said in a very rude tone, "The one my brother is betrothed to is definitely someone surnamed Feng. If she doesn't want to, it won't matter to you either."

Feng Qingqing remained calm and reassured, "Second Master Fu, please answer directly: Do you and your family know that this is immoral? Also, are you sure you knew it was immoral, but you still forced me to cook in your brother's bridal chamber?"

Fu Yingshi was furious. He was unable to adapt to the change from being the noble son of a general to being a commoner. Suddenly, his mother told him that as long as his brother married Feng Xiangjun, there was still a chance of turning things around.

It is difficult to go from luxury to simplicity. He does not want to be a commoner who has accomplished nothing. He wants to be a nobleman. All he has to pay is to enter the bridal chamber for his brother. If Feng Xiangjun is pregnant with a boy or a girl this time, she will never be able to escape.

"Why so much nonsense?"

The end of shame is shamelessness. He pounced lightly on Feng. Feng gently shook off the ropes behind him, turned around and picked up a decorative sword on the wall.

The sword was for decoration, but it was also made of fine iron, except that it had no sharp edge. Fu Qingshi turned around and felt a huge force attack him, followed by a chill in his chest and an excruciating pain.

He looked down with great effort, and saw the tip of an unsharpened sword piercing his chest.

The next moment, he heard a strange hoarse sound from his brother behind him. He immediately understood what was going on. His expression changed from shock to fear. "You...you..."

Feng Qingqing surrounded them and looked at her masterpiece. The two brothers were standing back to back with the back of the wheelchair between them. They would never see each other again in life or death. It was perfect.

Fu Qingshi's eyes were blurred with despair. Before he died, he heard even more desperate words, "I won't let you be alone. Madam Fu will be there to accompany you."

The hand that wanted to plead for mercy was raised an inch, and then fell down limply.

Feng gently smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes that were pulled out by the maids, turned around and walked to the door, kicked it out, and the locked door and the two maids guarding the door flew halfway out of the yard, and were seen by Zheng Jiu who came over.

She was dressed in white, like a fairy, with red peach blossoms splashed on the front, so gorgeous and dazzling.

Feng gently and elegantly tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, "I'm sorry, Master Zheng, I just killed someone. Oh, they wanted to kill me, and I fought back in self-defense."

Madam Fu stumbled in and saw the blood on Feng Qingqing's white clothes. She felt dizzy and screamed, "What did you do? What did you do to my son?"

"Mrs. Fu, you're ridiculous. Isn't it normal to be killed for doing bad things? Since you believe in the law of nature, where the strong prey on the weak, and now I'm strong and you're weak, death is the inevitable result. Also, I see your Fu family still has the energy to do these dirty things. It must be because you're overfed. Starting tomorrow, your Fu family's food quota will be gone."

Mrs. Fu could no longer hear what she was saying, and screamed heartbreakingly: "Ah...ah...Qing'er, Ying'er, my son..."

The scene inside the house was horrifying. Because the sword was unsharpened, it took more force to pierce the two people, causing even greater wounds. Blood flowed on the ground like a winding stream, leaving half the house untouched.

Mrs. Fu took just one look and fell to the ground with a thud.

Zheng Jiu stared at the death of the Fu brothers and suddenly felt it was ridiculous. He always knew that Feng Qingqing was not such a weak person, but why did he never admit in his heart that she was capable of solving her own problems? He just thought that she could not survive if she did not hide behind him?

After all, I am too narrow-minded. Subconsciously, I always regard women as weak people who depend on men, and I don’t think that she can stand shoulder to shoulder with me.

When they reached the front yard, they saw the few maids and old women running around in panic. Feng Xiangjun had already said that he would no longer supply food to the Fu family. If they continued to stay, they would starve to death. So they took advantage of Mrs. Fu's unconsciousness to escape from the Fu family.

An old woman saw the pendant on the ground and thought she could exchange it for some money, so she bent down and picked it up. However, Zheng Jiu felt that the pendant looked familiar, so he stepped forward and snatched it away.

When I turned it over, I saw the word "Zheng" engraved on it.

"Where did this come from?"

He asked sharply.

The husband's family was shocked and didn't dare to accept it.

"Master Zheng, this was carried by the eldest son for many years. He originally thought it belonged to Miss Feng, but today they say it belongs to Miss Feng Liu. Miss Feng Liu saw it but refused to acknowledge it and threw it away."

Zheng Jiu felt dizzy. Of course, this was not Feng Liu's, but it was originally his.

That year, when he was thirteen years old, he accompanied his mother to the Feng family to congratulate the fourth wife on the birth of her daughter. When he saw the pink and white cute newborn girl, he said that she would marry him when she grew up, and even gave her the jade pendant that was close to her body.

But later, his mother disliked Mrs. Xie, the fourth wife of Feng Si, and never took him there again. And he himself forgot what he had said year after year.

If he himself couldn't remember it, how could he expect others to help him remember it? Zheng Jiu looked at the pendant that he had lost and found, and suddenly smiled silently.

Feng Qingqing walked out of the Fu family's house. Madam Ma was rushing towards them, running out of breath.

"Heavenly Bodhisattva... Ho... Ho... They are so bold... Ho... Ho... Feng Xiangjun, are you okay?"

Feng Qingqing said lightly, "It's okay."

Madam Ma wiped the sweat from her face and saw the blood on Feng Qingqing's clothes. "Heavenly Bodhisattva, whose blood is this?"

"Who else could it be? Two half-baked guys from the Fu family. It's no big deal, so they just killed two people!"

Madam Ma's voice suddenly stopped. Feng Qingqing wanted to kill people, and it was definitely not the two maids and old women. The two people who could be mentioned together were the two sons whom Madam Fu regarded as her life.

Wait, murder...

Mrs. Ma swayed slightly and felt dizzy. When she looked at Feng Qingqing again, she felt that everything was completely different.

She is no longer a lady in the boudoir in the ordinary sense. She is a person who transcends the constraints of the Four Books for Women and is someone she needs to look up to for the rest of her life.

Feng Qingqing felt amused, "What is Madam Ma looking at?"

Madam Ma said in an embarrassed voice, "I was originally thinking of proposing to you on behalf of my son later. I was just thinking too much about marrying above my station."

Feng was stunned for a moment and was touched.