Yang Xiyue silently looked at the clothes thrown in front of her, and was about to gesture something.

A gentle voice around her sounded again, "Old concubine, I don't think the wife did it on purpose. Just forgive her for her unintentional act this time!"

Yang Xiyue looked at Liu Jianjia who was talking to her. Although she was devoted to Feng Qingcheng, she was not a good scumbag. In order to get Feng Qingcheng, she killed her child and blamed her for her. She thought that she would become a ruthless character in the future.

She was so panicked with her blood lead.

"It's really a misfortune." Liu Yang looked at Feng Qingcheng, who was sitting below without saying a word, "Cheng'er, she is your wife, let me leave this matter to you! I'm old and don't care.

I don't want to worry about it anymore."

Hearing this, Yang Xiyue raised her eyes and looked at Feng Qingcheng. It happened that Feng Qingcheng looked at her place, and his eyes were inadvertently touching each other. Feng Qingcheng looked away coldly, raised his hand and drank a sip of tea slowly, and said calmly.

"I heard that the lantern of filial piety and chastity will go out every midnight, so why not punish her to stay there tonight and copy the women's morals and women's rhymes!"

Yang Xiyue inexplicably exhaled her breath. Fortunately, Feng Qingcheng is just sinister now, and has not been so bad that it is perverted.

In the ancestral hall, Yang Xiyue crossed her legs and looked at the thick female commandment piled in front of her. Her head hurt so much. She lifted her pen several times, but she didn't know where to start.

Migu's tender voice came from the ancient ring, "You can't copy it even tomorrow dawn."

"Nonsense." Yang Xiyue replied in her heart angrily, "I may not have finished copying now. By the way, aren't you a god? Do you have any way to help me?"

Migu resented, "Feng Qingcheng's resentment is too great. My spiritual power is suppressed by him, and my magic power cannot be used at all."

What else can I use to you?

"What about my throat? Do you have any methods..." Before I could say the word "treatment" was said, the strong and pungent smoke rushed in.

Yang Xiyue's heart was slightly shaking, and she suddenly stood up, and saw the sky-high fire outside the house burning rapidly, surrounding everything in an instant.

Oh no, it's on fire!

Yang Xiyue's face changed instantly. She subconsciously pulled the door, but found that the door was locked from outside and couldn't be opened.

With a bang, a wooden beam fell from the sky and hit a place ten centimeters away from her.

Migu said anxiously, "Yang Xiyue, what should I do? I don't want to turn into a roast Migu!"

"I can't die!"

She remembers it was the second floor!

Rumble!

Fire and wood kept falling from the hanging beam.

"It's time to leave the water, come and put out the fire!" someone outside the house screamed in panic.

The fire was too big, and when they brought the water over, she was burned.

Yang Xiyue ran to the second floor, kicked open the door that was burned unrecognizable and walked to the corridor, where the height she was five meters above the ground!

Heat waves came from behind.

I can only have a bet with God!

With a loud bang, the eaves behind her fell. At this moment, Yang Xiyue jumped and when her body landed on the ground, she closed her eyes in panic. Her pair of slender hands tightly hugged her waist, calmly holding her down.

The land was brought to the ground.

The toes hit the ground, and the faint mint fragrance came to her nose. Yang Xiyue suddenly opened her eyes and saw Feng Qingcheng sweeping towards her expressionlessly. The narrow and beautiful eyes of the phoenix fell on her hands that grabbed his arms, and her eyes darkened and fell.

Let’s say “Let go.”
Chapter completed!