Chapter 22
"Where?"

Seeing Hong Yan nodding, Feng Kuang slightly loosened his hands, letting him breathe.

"On me." Hong Yan knew that Feng Kuang couldn't be fooled, thinking that the iceberg black iron on his body was on him, it was even more painful.Could it be that he came this time to give this Fifth Miss a family heirloom?
But, what is she doing with this iceberg black iron?This black iron is extremely hard, and he once thought about casting it into a weapon, but no matter how the blacksmiths burn it, the black iron still remains unchanged.

Thinking of this, Hongyan felt that there was not much loss.Although the Bingshan black iron is their ancestral treasure, it is useless to keep it.Oh, let's send it away!
"Hongchen, search."

"Yes, ma'am."

Moments later, Hong Chen found a small brocade box from Hong Yan and handed it to Qing Yu.

The brocade box was locked, Feng Kuang took it and held it in his hand, without asking Hong Yan for the key.She mobilized the strength in her body, a wave of heat surged through her hands, and an invisible pressure hit the brocade box. After a few seconds, the brocade box in Feng Kuang's hand turned into a ball of dust, and the white and bright iceberg black iron inside was exposed.

Hong Yan and Hong Chen were surprised at the same time, such a strong internal strength, this brocade box is made of high-quality hard materials, how come it is in her hands, it is like wood, it will break if it is broken.

"Sure enough, it's Bingshan Xuantie!"

Feng Kuang's eyes lit up, and he looked at the cube in his left hand that was faintly emitting a chill. The pure white color was just like her "Wuhen" dagger in her previous life, and there was a sense of intimacy to the touch.

Bingshan black iron, pure white, perennially cold, and the hardness is the highest in the world!

This is the real iceberg black iron!

"Many thanks to the owner, today's matter is over. This piece of black iron is regarded as the owner's compensation for breaking into my house. Go slowly and don't give it away."

After finishing speaking, Feng Kuang let go of the hand on Hong Yan's neck, grabbed his robe and threw it up, and threw him out of the courtyard, while she began to look at the hand in her hand without turning her eyes. iceberg black iron.

Hong Yan had just breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that he was thrown into the sky by someone, and then fell straight down.

As soon as his face darkened, he yelled reflexively—"Ah..."

"what……"

What a cruel woman, he has legs, so she doesn't need to use this way to drive him out!

Hong Yan felt bitter in his heart, thinking of what happened today, he wished he could find a hole and get out.All the face of his Red Ink Villa was lost today.

But why doesn't it hurt when he falls?
"Ah...it hurts to death, which bastard dares to suppress this princess, I..."

A strange and delicate female voice rang out from under him, Hong Yan was startled, and lowered his eyes to look down.Under him, a girl in a light yellow dress was being pressed down by him.

This time...

God!Hongyan's face was already black as thick ink, but now it was even more black beyond description.

Oh, why not be so unlucky!He was thrown out and even bumped a young girl. What if he hurts someone and they rely on him as a beautiful boy?
He doesn't want to be responsible to others for this!

"What are you looking at? I've never seen a beautiful woman. Hurry up and get up for the princess. Can you afford to pay for breaking the princess?"

The moment Hong Yan lowered her head, Mo Tinger, who was below her, could see her face clearly.The red clothes are like fire, and there is no match for evildoers. The fiery red lotus on his forehead is especially conspicuous.She was startled, and thought: What a unique man, he is even more enchanting than a woman.Could it be that this person is Hong Yan, the owner of Hongmo Villa?

But, if it was Hongyan, how could he be thrown out of sister Qingye's yard?
Thinking to herself, Mo Ting'er immediately denied her guess.This is absolutely impossible, how could the owner of Hongyan Villa be so useless, it must not be him.

"it is good."

Hong Yan bumped into the person first, and didn't dare to contradict him, so he got up quickly.At the same time, he was also speculating about Mo Ting'er's identity: this person called himself "the princess of the county", and his tone was extremely arrogant and domineering. It seemed that he was Mo Ting'er, the unruly little princess of the Marquis of Anguo's mansion that was rumored outside.

Ah, sure enough, today is not a good day to go out. It's not good for him to bump into someone, but he bumped into such a delicate little princess.

If you don't run now, when will you wait!If the savage princess was smashed and had to rely on him to take responsibility, he would have to suffer in this life.

"Hey, hurry up and come to Raben..."

Mo Ting'er was already a little dizzy from the bump, and her waist was in constant pain.Just as I was about to ask the "culprit" to help pull her up, I saw the red shadow jump up and disappear from sight in an instant...

That hurried appearance seemed to be followed by countless tigers chasing him.

Mo Ting'er got angry on the spot, put her hands on her waist, and shouted towards the direction where the red rock disappeared in the air: "You...you...you boy, don't let the princess see you next time. Otherwise, the princess will definitely see you. You've been crushed. No... you can't get rid of your hatred if you've been crushed. It's better to let you be wiped out."

The more she scolded, the more angry she became.

Originally, she wanted to go to Xizhongyu Pavilion to find Feng Kuang, but it was a "forbidden area" designated by Mo Xiang, and no one except Feng Kuang and her maid was allowed to enter, so she waited beside Xizhong Yu Pavilion .

She thought that if Sister Qingye came out later, she would be able to find her immediately.

It's a pity, why did she find such an unlucky day, and just arrived here, she was knocked down by the "unidentified object" in the sky.

That person ran away so irresponsibly!

It's so irritating, no matter what, he should apologize and pay some compensation.

"Damn brat, next time I see you, the princess will definitely want you to look good."

After scolding, he climbed up cautiously, bent over and stroked his body to find the doctor...

……

Speaking of Hongyan, after leaving An Guohou's mansion, he came to the Red Courtyard angrily...

In the backyard, passing through a quiet scene, I saw that Prince Yulong was leaning on the bamboo mat and closing his eyes to rest, and next to him, there were a group of maids fanning him.

Hongyan thought of his "miserable" experience, and this comparison just made him angry.

After a few steps across the thin willow forest, he rushed to Yucheng, waved his hand and dismissed the group of maids.

"Who messed with you today? Why, could it be that you were entangled by the old lady's people again?" Yucheng still pretended to be asleep, but he knew that the person who came was Hongyan.

"Tonight, follow me into the An Guohou's mansion and get something back. Do you want to go?" Hong Yan explained his purpose, his tone was angry, and he wanted to vent but was full of aggrieved.

"What did you say?" Yulong opened his eyes suddenly when he heard the words "An Guohou's Mansion", and with his hands stretched out, he saw that he had got up from the mat and was looking at Hongyan in surprise.

Hongyan thought of his embarrassing experience today, so he couldn't speak directly, but he was afraid that he would not be able to explain to the village if he lost his ancestor's things.Although he didn't think the Bingshan Xuantie was useful, but if the old lady found out that he had lost the treasures of his ancestors, I'm afraid...

(End of this chapter)

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