However, after leaving the pleasure boat and boarding the boat, Mrs. Wang was still immersed in a huge shock for a long time and couldn't extricate herself.

The old woman who was rowing saw Mrs. Wang's face was as deep as water, couldn't help but worry, "Madam, was it that the boy asked some unacceptable conditions?"

Mrs. Wang shook her head and then suddenly spoke: "Grandma Rui, if one day our mansion suffers something irreversible disaster, you will all die with me, and even your relatives and friends will not be spared. Will you resent me?"

"It's so serious?"

After hearing this, the old woman's face suddenly changed, and she immediately said seriously: "I have been deeply grateful to my wife. This life has been promised to my wife, and even if I die, I will not be resentful! As for the rest of the mansion, who dares to be dissatisfied with resentment? I will kill them with a stick!"

When Mrs. Wang heard this, her heavy mood relaxed a little, but her mood became complicated again. She sighed and said, "You are willing to promise me your life, but I can't take you to the death..."

"Madam, isn't this matter still impossible to be good after all? Then let's just set fire to the village by yourself according to the method you had planned earlier. As long as the person is still alive, this great revenge will eventually be avenged!" Grandma Rui said hatefully.

Mrs. Wang forced a smile, and a rare look on her face showed a trace of weakness. The coldness, harshness and harshness of the past disappeared at all: "You don't have to be poor or cruel, the matter has been resolved. That young man, that young man, understands the truth, and does not force people too much."

"That's good, that's good..." Grandma Rui breathed a sigh of relief and continued to concentrate on rowing.

There was no wind or waves on the lake, but Mrs. Wang was quite uneasy. No matter what, she never expected that they would provoke a prince of the Song Dynasty! She had not been exposed to people with respect for status, but perhaps as she grew older, or had more ties, she added a lot of pressure to her heart. Moreover, the gap between the power and status between the princes seemed to be a little bigger. Therefore, it was difficult for her to remain calm in her heart.

What made Mrs. Wang feel heartbroken was that this Prince Duan of Song actually knew about the Langhuan Yu Cave of their Wang family. So how much else did he know?

This question has always been in Mrs. Wang's heart, and it has been back to the village, but it still cannot be removed.

After returning to the village, a maid told Mrs. Wang that Mr. Deng had not left yet and was chatting with the lady in the side hall. Hearing this, Mrs. Wang's face suddenly darkened and she walked straight to the side hall.

In the side hall, Deng Baichuan was a little distracted. He looked out the door frequently and responded to Wang Yuyan's eager inquiries. Deng Baichuan also saw this cousin's infatuation with the young master, but like most people, he believed that the beauty village was a hero's tomb. The young master was destined to do great things and should not be obsessed with the private affairs of his children. Moreover, this was not something that their family generals should interfere. Especially now that he was upset, he was even more impatient to deal with Wang Yuyan's many interrogations.

Seeing Mrs. Wang appearing in the arch of the courtyard, Deng Baichuan quickly stood up to meet her, and said nervously: "Mrs. Uncle, what is the result of this incident?"

Seeing Deng Baichuan's anxious look, Mrs. Wang sneered at the corner of her mouth: "Are you afraid that our Wang family will implicate your Murong family?"

Deng Baichuan said a little embarrassedly: "How could it be! The Murong family and the Wang family are blood-related contacts. Even if they encounter difficulties, they should work together to overcome difficulties together. How can it be said that they are implicated?"

Mrs. Wang sneered again before saying, "Don't worry, this matter has been resolved. However, I have a few words here, you must remember them clearly."

Deng Baichuan immediately let out a sigh of relief after hearing this. He was really afraid that this matter would cause a big deal to implicate the young master's cause. He put down the big rock in his heart, and he hurriedly said, "Mrs. My uncle has any instructions, Deng Baichuan will definitely follow it!"

"Then listen, my master died young, and there are many inconveniences in the whole Wang family. Your wife is the daughter of the Wang family. With this relationship, she should have been to watch over each other. But now your wife is no longer there, and my master is no longer there. If you have more favors, you will have more trouble for me, the wife. So, from now on, there will be no need to talk about this relationship. Our Wang family lives closed and you Murong family will have great achievements. I also wish you the young master to get what you wish, but you don't have to get involved in the future."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Wang's speech turned cold: "Let's say it clearly. From now on, as long as the Murong family appears within the scope of my Mantuo Villa, they will definitely be killed and unforgivable! I will do my best to say it. Even if your young master comes, there will be no exception! The words have been finished, you go."

Deng Baichuan was stunned when he heard this. He really didn't expect that Mrs. Wang would say such heartless words. In the past, Mrs. Wang was very rude to the people of the Murong family, but now she wanted to completely cut off the relationship between the two families, which surprised Deng Baichuan.

Wang Yuyan next to her couldn't help but shout, "Mom, how can you be so heartless! Aunt is my father's sister, my cousin is my aunt's son, and I am our closest relative. We get along well, and only when my father has a spirit in heaven will he feel comforted..."

"Stop it! I haven't blamed you yet. When I left, I told you to stay in my room. Who would let you go?" Mrs. Wang said in a deep voice: "A daughter who is married is hard to accept. Her surname is all with her husband's family. What's your own family! And you are the same. Even if you get married in the future, even if you suffer grievances and dare to go back to your parents' house to complain, I will beat you out first!"

Wang Yuyan's beautiful eyes were filled with tears and she said, "You, you are unreasonable! My cousin..."

"Grandma Rui, take the lady back and lock me up!" Mrs. Wang ordered, and then said to Deng Baichuan: "Please!"

Seeing this, Deng Baichuan also sneered: "Mrs. My uncle is not as handsome as a man, and he is very heroic, so he said goodbye!" After that, he also stepped out.

"Uncle Deng, don't leave... My mother doesn't mean that. Don't let your cousin misunderstand..." Wang Yuyan was pulled away by Grandma Rui's back hall, but she still turned around and shouted frequently.

Because of the maid's interruption, Mu Wanqing did not clearly put the problem out, which made Zhao Ji a little disappointed, but he also understood that it was not easy to force him too much. Anyway, she still had some time to wait until she was willing to open her heart and express her feelings directly to her.

The next morning, the person sent by Mrs. Wang to greet her came outside the pleasure boat. Although Zhao Ji believed that Mrs. Wang would not be detrimental to her, the woman was changeable and could not feel completely relieved. So she brought the eighteen guards on the boat and informed the soldiers and waited for the pleasure boat. Then she got on the boat and headed to Mantuo Villa.

After more than an hour of sailing, he arrived at the island where the Wang family was. Mrs. Wang came to greet him in person, and the courtesy was quite complete. The guards were placed in the living room of the front hall, while Zhao Ji led him to Nalanghuan Yu Cave.

Langhuan Yu Cave is located in a rockery made of marble in the middle of the Zhuangzi. It can be seen that Mrs. Wang still has a lot of memory of Dali's life. It is very difficult to transport so many stones for long distances. Zhao Ji's own ex has learned a lesson in the transportation of stones.

Mrs. Wang personally took Zhao Ji to the gate of the jade cave in Langhuan and said, "Young Master Zhao, please go in by yourself. If you have any needs, you can come out and ask the maid to do it." Although she admitted this fact, she still couldn't emotionally accept an outsider who walked into her library to read it casually, and did not want to see that scene with her own eyes. Moreover, with Zhao Ji's identity and status, it was impossible to do any stealing activities.

Watching Mrs. Wang walk away, Zhao Ji immediately pushed open the door and walked into the jade cave in Langhuan. As soon as he stepped in, the fragrance of ink came to his face. Looking around, several rows of bookshelves were filled with various book scrolls. When he thought that these were all secrets of the martial arts of various sects in the martial arts world, Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

He walked around and picked up a book on the bookshelf. Looking at the handwriting on the cover, it was the word "Zhuzi" of Qingcheng School. After reading it casually, Zhao Ji found that this book mainly tells the secret book about the method of defeating the enemy with a method called Lei Gonghong. In conjunction with the explanation of the picture, it made people see it at a glance. After reading it through, Zhao Ji had already been mostly aware of the word "Zhuzi" of the word "Zhuzi". It was not that he had a high talent in martial arts, but that there was no too profound content in this book, but that it was just a method of exerting strength and various tricks to use the advantages of weapons. Zhao Ji did not seek to understand it very much, but only wanted to understand it briefly. After reading it, he had already had a clearer concept of the characteristics and characteristics of this martial arts.

After putting down this secret book, he changed to another one. He read more than a dozen books in succession, and the content was not much different from the first one. They were all methods of using moves and weapons. There were occasional strange ideas and ideas, which really made Zhao Ji feel refreshed and inspired. I often heard people say that martial arts are based on internal strength and moves are used. In terms of internal strength, Zhao Ji already has the Beiming Divine Art as the foundation. Now, looking at the methods used in these moves, there is really not much obscureness and difficulty in understanding.

With so many martial arts in sects as reference, Zhao Ji's understanding of martial arts has inevitably deepened a lot. For example, there are dozens of different palm techniques on this bookshelf, with different power and effects, but there is no method to remove the true essence of the Mian Palm. It is just that the focus is different in terms of exerting strength and exerting force, and the effects caused are different.

While Zhao Ji was concentrating on reading, he suddenly heard the sound of a cold wind in his ear. Ling Bo subconsciously used his slight step to the left. He looked up and saw a maid stabbing his chest with a sword, clearly trying to kill him!

He was shocked, and his steps were slightly wrong to avoid the sword light that was being cut horizontally again. At the same time, his wrist was rescheduled on the wrist of the maid holding the sword. Although the maid was abrupt, his martial arts were not very good. He was hurt and could not help but fall down. Zhao Ji had gained something in his heart and had no chance to confirm it. He immediately used a cotton palm to print the maid's heart and his heart suddenly burst. He saw that the maid's body suddenly trembled, and then he was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and fell to the ground and died!

His palm was so powerful! Zhao Ji was a little unbelievable and withdrew his palm. When he was stunned, another sword light hit his back. Before he could think carefully, Zhao Ji twisted his ankle and kicked the long sword that the maid had dropped on the ground. The long sword flew up, piercing through the other person's chest like a white leg, and nailed it directly to the bookshelf. Blood gushed out and quickly wet several secret books!

He was attacked so suddenly and the other party was completely trying to kill himself. Could it be that Mrs. Wang made an arrangement to kill himself in this Langhuan Jade Cave? This seems a bit impossible.

Zhao Ji calmed his breath and observed whether there were enemies lurking around him. Then he saw a girl bent over and ran past the bookshelf. He snorted coldly, pulled out the long sword that nailed the maid's body, and rushed over. The girl seemed to have no martial arts skills and staggered towards a half-covered corner gate in the corner of the jade cave. Zhao Ji used the slight steps in the slightest step, but rushed behind the girl, and waved her kicked her to the ground.

The girl was kicked and fell to the ground. Zhao Ji then stepped forward, grabbed her clothes and turned her over, but saw a bright and charming but extremely frightened face. This face was similar to Mrs. Wang, and it added a bit of a girl's unique youthful vitality, but it did not look very beautiful in Zhao Ji's eyes at present.

He loosened his arm and threw the girl to the ground. Then he handed out the sword. The sword edge stopped at the girl's throat and said coldly: "Are you Mrs. Wang's daughter? Are you going to kill me?"

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Chapter completed!