I can't afford it, it's super fierce!

-Ouyang's other courtyard-

The person in the mirror is stunningly beautiful, with three thousand blue silks waving in a butterfly dancing jade flower step, his face is like a jade, his eyes are like stars, he is really glamorous, charming yet pure, his figure is soft and moving, Every frown and smile is as beautiful as a fairy.

"Miss Wan, this is the new dress that the young master asked the servants to embroider for you overnight."

Hearing the maid's voice, Wan Furong looked back.It was an extraordinarily gorgeous Shu brocade dress, the faint purple exuding a glamorous beauty, and the dark flowers embroidered with gold thread were extremely enchanting.This dress is undoubtedly extremely beautiful, but Wan Furong herself doesn't like cold colors, she likes bright colors, like peach red, bright red, yellow color, blue color.

The fabric of the dress is excellent and the workmanship is very delicate.Although Wan Furong didn't like the color, it was Master Ouyang who personally ordered it to be made for her, and she was willing to wear it just because of this.It's just that when he thinks that he has been with Ouyang for so long, and he hasn't realized what color he likes, he will inevitably feel a little disappointed.

The maid helped to change clothes, and Wan Furong took the bird's nest porridge she cooked herself and went all the way to Ouyang Qian's study.The door of the study was slightly ajar, she called for someone, but no one answered.Presumably Ouyang Qian was not there, Wan Furong stood at the door hesitating for a while, and was about to push the door in and wait.

The light in the study room was a bit dim, and it was approaching dawn, so there was no need to light wax.Wan Furong put the food box aside and walked back and forth in the huge study.Except for the Four Books and Five Classics that men must read, the books stacked here are all medical books.Wan Furong looked at it and found several scrolls stacked in the corner.She couldn't help being curious, and wanted to see what Ouyang's calligraphy paintings looked like, so she reached out and took out the scrolls, and opened one of them to have a look.

Wan Furong was stunned for a moment, what she painted was not landscapes, what she wrote was not poetry, but a picture of a lady.

The woman in the painting is the most beautiful woman in the world, her beauty cannot be described in words, and the same woman can't help but marvel at her beauty and heavenly fragrance when she sees it.The woman is dressed in purple, and she is unparalleled in beauty. Thanks to the painter Danqing, she has portrayed the beauty of the woman to the fullest, the appearance of the woman, and even the surrounding plants and trees.

Wan Furong felt a little strange, the woman in the painting called her strange, and the clothes the woman was wearing made her have an indescribable feeling.It's like... It's a bit similar to this one on me.

When Wan Furong came up with this idea, she was startled too.

Suddenly a low voice came from outside: "What are you doing?"

Wan Furong was taken aback, and looked back in a panic, it was Ouyang Kuan standing at the door.The latter rushed over with a few strides, snatched the scroll, carefully rolled it up and put it away, with a gloomy expression on his face.

This made Wan Furong feel very uncomfortable, she suppressed the anger of dissatisfaction in her heart, stared at the painting that was put into the box and locked up with her beautiful eyes: "Who is the woman in that painting, who is so beautiful? "

Ouyang Qian froze when he locked the box, and said vaguely, "No one."

Wan Furong was very upset, and said coldly: "Then why are you so precious? Is one lock enough, do you need another one?"

Ouyang Kuan realized something, looked back at Wan Furong, who was frowning, and hurriedly lowered her voice and coaxed: "Fu'er, don't be angry, that woman is beautiful, but she is not a ten thousandth of yours."

"Stop being glib." Wan Furong rolled his eyes at him, always felt that she had seen that woman before, but couldn't remember who it was, so she asked persistently, "Who is she?"

"There is really no one, you have to believe me." Ouyang Qian held Wan Furong in his arms and said softly, "I went to the West Lake a few years ago and saw that woman on the broken bridge, so I made this painting on a whim. That's all, don't worry too much."

Wan Furong bit her lower lip lightly, leaned her head on Ouyang Kuan's shoulder, and said softly, "Are you going to live in this other courtyard with me? Don't you want to take me home? Or do you have any scruples?"

Ouyang put a kiss between Wan Furong's eyebrows: "You are thinking too much, we just arrived in Hangzhou, and there will be a long time to come, I just want you to get used to the environment here."

Wan Furong's expression was slightly condensed, and she hesitated: "Madam...will you like me?"

"Of course." Ouyang Kuan hugged Wan Furong even tighter: "Fu'er is beautiful, dignified and graceful. My wife is also a sensible person, so she must like you. After a while, you will adapt to the environment in Hangzhou." , I will accompany you back to Xiangxue Pavilion and redeem your body. Then, I will marry you in with three matchmakers and six recruits."

"It's better not to be too ostentatious. After all, I am not the wife of the wife, so don't break the rules."

"Fu'er, I don't want you to be wronged." Ouyang Qian said warmly, "If you want, I can marry you as my wife."

After hearing this, Wan Furong just smiled slightly, shook her head and said: "It doesn't matter if I can be with you, being a wife or a concubine. I just ask you to be sincere to me. I don't care about those false names."

"I, Ouyang Qian, have so much virtue and energy." Ouyang Qian was almost moved to tears: "You don't know how many people in the world envy and envy me now. It's really wronged you to follow me."

A bitter smile overflowed from the corner of Wan Furong's lips, unexpectedly she didn't know whether to be sad or happy, and there was a faint worry in her heart.Who is that purple-clothed woman, it's hard to feel at ease if you don't find out.

It was night, and Wan Furong was tossing and turning in bed.It was like a dream in a daze. In the dream, a stunning woman dressed in purple stood on top of the pavilion. She was both beautiful and ferocious. She was like a manjusawa blooming from hell. Although she was beautiful, she symbolized death.The unique fragrance floating on his body can't go away for a long time, so why is it not to cover up the bloody smell?

Yes, she did see that woman.The female Rakshasa who fought against Jiang Leshi in Xiangxue Pavilion last year was crazy, brutal, bloody, and a frightening female killer!

Wan Furong woke up from the dream, beads of sweat dripped from her temples, she got up and put on a coat, taking advantage of the night when all the servants in the other courtyard were asleep, she walked carefully to the study room and locked it. wooden box held out.He took a hairpin, inserted it gently into the keyhole, and listened to the sound quietly. With a crisp sound of "pop", the lock opened.

Wan Furong heaved a sigh of relief, the tricks that Yingying pestered her to learn in the early years came in handy.She couldn't wait to turn out the picture scroll and take a look, the blood in her whole body froze.

Sure enough, it was her!

Wan Furong's heart was beating like thunder, her face was pale.

Why did Ouyang Qian have something to do with a murderous female devil?Although he met it by chance and made the painting on a whim, Wan Furong felt that this painting was definitely not something that could be drawn casually.The demeanor of the person in the painting, every frown and smile, every eyebrow and every glance, are all portrayed vividly.Not only did the two know each other, but their relationship must have been extraordinary.

Wan Furong was both worried and afraid. She had seen the ferocity of the female devil with her own eyes, and she was even more worried about Ouyang Kuang who didn't know the true face of the female devil.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew in, Wan Furong shivered violently under extreme tension, and suddenly looked towards the wide open door.

"I've been to Shanren Hall, and I've also looked for Ouyang's house, but I never thought that Ouyang Qian hid her sister in another courtyard." Under the cold moonlight, Huang Yingying's figure looked extraordinarily soft.She stood against the light, her jade-like face hidden in the shadows.Only the raised corners of the bright red lips revealed an evil and glamorous luster.

For some reason, Wan Furong gasped, and subconsciously took a few steps back, inexplicably combining the sisters who used to be tit-for-tat with the murderous and murderous purple-clothed female devil, without any flaws.

"You, why are you here... are you following me?"

"I just don't want my sister to be deceived." Yingying took a step into the room, her eyes showing a stern look: "Who is my sister? Xiangxue Pavilion is the head of the family, and she is worshiped as a goddess by the world. You are the only opponent who can beat me. Now, But you found a prodigal like Ouyang Qian to entrust you for life, are you ruining yourself or humiliating me?"

"What did you say?" Wan Furong's eyes widened in astonishment: "What does this have to do with you?"

"Who told you to be my old enemy for ten years?" Yingying couldn't help laughing wryly when she said this: "Which man can compare with you and me?"

"You don't know why." Wan Furong regained her composure a little bit, and asked, "Did your mother ask you to come? Ouyang money has paid me for a year. If he doesn't drive me away, I have no reason to go back."

Yingying sneered: "Can he control you if you want to go back?"

"Are you crazy?" Wan Furong felt that Yingying was very abnormal, and said coldly, "Hurry up and leave."

Huang Yingying was unmoved: "I'm really sorry, sister. In the past few months, I broke into no less than fifty bedrooms of men and women. I even went around the Duke Rong's mansion a few times. Now it's messed up. Every night A man in black can be regarded as a flower picker. I have caused enough trouble, if I can't achieve my goal, won't I make a fuss for nothing?"

"You..." Wan Furong couldn't believe her ears. She followed Ouyang Qian from Jinling to Hangzhou all the way. After traveling in the mountains and rivers for several months, she naturally heard about the flower-picking robbers in the folklore.It is said that the flower picker is extremely rampant, and he is not afraid of breaking into the Duke's mansion. The officers and soldiers have been arresting him for several months, and they don't even know what he looks like.It never occurred to her that the flower picker who had cholera in Beijing was actually Huang Yingying.

"What exactly do you want?"

The corners of Huang Yingying's lips curled up into a free-spirited arc: "Take you home!"