marrying a concubine

Zhou Fan was so ruthless that he beat Yun Jian until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He must have been mad because he forgot that he knew martial arts. This punch was very fierce. Calling father and mother, all the people present are the sons and young masters of status and status, usually playing fierce and evil is indispensable, this kind of scene is not unfamiliar.

But no one dared to come up to try to stop the fight, let alone someone who dared to come up to stop the fight. The prime minister's ruthlessness made everyone dumbfounded. This kind of strength seemed to beat Yunjian to death, punch after punch, fierce and ruthless .

When Yun Jian was punched for the first time, he was still yelling, and when he saw the person coming, he punched him again. He knew it was Zhou Fan, but he didn't dare to be presumptuous. Begging for mercy frequently, Zhou Fan seemed to be intentional, punching his little white face with punches.

The young masters present looked at each other, it took Xiao Han a while to react, he rushed up to grab Zhou Fan, "Zhou Fan, Zhou Fan, enough, enough, you want to kill him?"

Yun Jian had been beaten to the ground, Zhou Fan's muscles were tense, his clenched fist seemed to have infinite explosive power, his eyes were scarlet, and he glared at Yun Jian angrily, as if he was going to swallow him, Zhou Fan threw Xiao Han away , grabbed Yun Jian by the collar, pulled him up from the ground, and asked calmly, "Master Yun, can you repeat what you just said?"

Yun Jian's face was horrific, with bruises intertwined, blood flowing from his mouth, the injury was not serious, and his consciousness had already fallen into a semi-comatose state. It's time to make a storm all over the city.

Zhou Fan snorted coldly, threw him out hard, twisted his fist, moved his joints, and swept his cold light away, "What did he say just now?"

The voice was as cold as winter, and the young masters of each family huddled together, trying to reduce their sense of existence, shook their heads very wisely, and said in unison, "I didn't hear it, I didn't hear it!"

The prime minister seemed too addicted to beating, and no one wanted to be beaten, so Zhou Fan pursed his lips and walked away.

Xiao Han touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and followed him. The movement on the second floor had already alarmed the shopkeeper, and there was a large number of spectators standing at the door. Because Zhou Fan and the others were dignified, they couldn't afford to provoke them, so they could only keep silent. The prime minister walked out aggressively, and swished out of the way.

Xiao Han closed his eyes, it's over, within a long time, the whole Huadu must be a sensation.

He really never thought that Zhou Fan would look like this when he got mad, the most primitive and brutal solution for a man, the law of fists!

"Zhou Fan, why did you go crazy just now?" Xiao Han couldn't help asking after leaving the inn.

Zhou Fan kept his face frozen and didn't speak. God knows, what kind of madness did he go? He just felt that after hearing those obscene words, his anger kept rising, and he couldn't control his fists.

"Yun Jian didn't say anything too much, why are you so angry?" Xiao Han was really puzzled, Zhou Fan was the kind of calm and calm person, there was very little that could affect his emotions, and he was always indifferent He didn't understand why he was so angry today.

"Didn't say anything outrageous?" Zhou Fan narrowed his eyes and said unbearably, "Shut up!"

Xiao Han suddenly realized, "You think what he said is disrespectful to the little master. I said Zhou Fan, don't you always hate her? Besides, Yun Jian likes the little master. Everyone is a man. His thinking is normal. You What are you angry about?"

As soon as Xiao Han finished speaking, he felt the air around him drop like winter, a trace of cold murderous aura shot out from Zhou Fan's body, and he swung his fist over with a whoosh.

"Shut up!" Zhou Fan had a gloomy expression on his face, and there was a sense of shame and anger at being exposed, which made Xiao Han stunned. Who will tell him what's going on?

Zhou Fan took a deep breath and walked away quickly, ignoring the stunned man.

Xiao Han looked at his cold back, stroked his chin, and turned the matter over from the beginning to the end, his eyes widened again, and turned into a wicked smile, "I don't know, I don't know, I am shocked when I guess... My great prime minister, You are too good at pretending, right?"

The autumn sun is very bright, this is a kind of warm and refreshing wind that is not scorching hot, slowly, the leaves rustle, quiet and serene, Xiaobai is lying on the deck chair, sleeping peacefully under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, a gust of breeze As the wind blows, the sweet-scented osmanthus flutters and falls, and a few small flowers fall between Xiaobai's temples. They are small and cute, and because of the distance, the faint fragrance becomes stronger. The corner of the little queen's lips has a quiet smile, as if she is doing something. What a dream.

As soon as autumn comes, Xiaobai likes to rest in the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the afternoon. This is a habit developed over the years. Wuqing sits quietly and reads a book not far away. He and Qingfeng will always have one of them within five meters of her.

Qiu'er is almost eight years old this year, the little guy is very energetic, his body is still small, he is very cute, he has been neglected for too long, and he knows that Xiaobai is about to wake up, so he jumped a few times, jumped on the small In Bai's lower abdomen, he jumped up and down a few times.

Xiaobai's eyelids twitched, but without lifting it, he stretched out his hand to grab its ears, and threw it out mercilessly. The ball wailed a few times, protesting the master's ruthlessness, Xiaobai lazily opened his eyes, and gave a delicate expression. Yawning, the ball has returned to her spontaneously, Xiaobai stroked its snow-white fur, and comforted it more than nothing, "It's so cute!"

Qiu'er howled, staring innocently at her with a pair of pink eyes, Xiao Bai smiled coquettishly, "If you stare again, I'll throw you away!"

Qiu'er immediately obeyed.

Ruthlessly beckoned, let the maids come up with scented tea, Xiao Bai took a sip, and enjoyed the day very much.

Qingfeng entered the Hall of Fengyi proudly, raised his eyebrows ruthlessly, Xiaobai lay lazily, picked up the memorial to read casually, and asked casually, "Qingfeng, did you fall in love with some young master outside?"

Rolling her eyes ruthlessly, the little queen's tone seemed to wish that the breeze would throw him off quickly, and she owed a beating.

"Your Majesty, I have some exciting news for you!"

Xiaobai raised his eyes, "Has Shengtian attacked the daughter's country?"

……

Qingfeng choked for a while, still smiling, "It's more exciting than this!"

"tell me the story!"

"Our great Prime Minister fought with Elder Yun's eldest son in the restaurant!" Qingfeng threw a bomb lightly.

The maids on all sides exclaimed, the news seemed to have grown wings, and it spread throughout Huadu in less than an hour and a half. It was the most discussable rumor in recent years.

Wuqing raised his head in surprise, the memorial in Xiaobai's hands trembled, and he muttered to himself, "It's really exciting."

She became interested all of a sudden, and asked excitedly, "How is it, he was beaten to death?"