The wrong marriage: the arrogant husband comes to farm

Chapter 72 Can't Stand Up
Watching Qin Mengyao's figure disappear from the door, You Ziqi looked helplessly at the two servants who were holding him nervously, "He Dong, He Xi, hurry up and let go, how could my master do anything to a woman!"

Then he turned around and patted his clothes, and walked upstairs, but he remembered the two words that the woman said before leaving in his ears, but he couldn't understand the last sentence.But as soon as he walked upstairs, he no longer thought about it.

As soon as I stood firmly on the second floor, I saw a woman in a peach pink dress exclaimed, and rushed towards You Ziqi...

After all this trouble, Qin Mengyao completely lost the idea of ​​shopping. He planned to buy some flowers and daily necessities to go home after buying cloth, but now he was afraid that he would go home empty-handed. Unexpectedly, the ancient shops were like the modern ones. Bully the poor and love the rich.Aunt Li saw that Qin Mengyao was depressed, but she didn't know how to comfort her, so she just stood aside silently.

"Aunt Li, it's all my fault that you can buy the fabric you want. Is there any fabric shop nearby, let's go and have a look there?" Qin Mengyao calmed down, only then realized that Aunt Li was still empty-handed.

"It's nothing, I didn't like their cloth at first. I thought their shop was an old shop with a good reputation, but I didn't expect to bully people like this. Miss Nan, don't be angry," Aunt Li comforted her back. "That young master is really frivolous, Mengyao, if you meet this kind of person in the future, you must resolutely not provoke him. If you are seen in the village, I don't know what you will be talking about behind your back."

Qin Mengyao nodded, sticking out her tongue mischievously.

A flat carriage pulled two large wooden barrels with swill, and drove past the street. When Qin Mengyao looked up, his eyes lit up.

In the room where the sandalwood was burning, even though it was the spring season, there was still a piercing coolness. Fang Yuan stood in front of a censer in the middle, lit a stick and inserted it into the censer devoutly.

"Is everything done?"

The sudden sound made Fang Yuan tremble with fright.

"Return to madam, everything is settled, man, the corpse has also been transported out of the city," Fang Yuan replied respectfully with his head down, pinching his cuffs nervously.

"That's good. You did a good job. What reward do you want?" Mrs. Nan looked calm. Hearing Fang Yuan's answer, a satisfied smile appeared on her rich face, and she moved to sit on a chair beside her.

"Little one, I don't want rewards, I just want Madam to let my parents go home," Fang Yuan fell to his knees with a plop, and kowtowed three times.

"If that's the case, then I will fulfill you," he said, waving his hand towards the door, and two burly men walked in, pulling Fang Yuan's arm one by one, and standing in front of Mrs. Nan.

"Go, take him to meet his parents," Mrs. Nan finished calmly, picked up the cup of tea in hand, and stopped looking at the three people in the room.

Those two big men dragged Fang Yuan out of the door, their huge hands pinched Fang Yuan in pain, "Thank you two brothers, I can just come down and walk by myself." However, the two ignored Fang Yuan and dragged Fang Yuan to the courtyard. Zhong went out through the back door.

There was a carriage parked at the back door, Fang Yuan was stuffed into the car, and then his eyes went dark, his eyes were covered with a black cloth, his hands were cut behind his back and tied behind him, just as he was about to shout, he stuffed a piece of blood in his mouth. Stinky rags.

The carriage was galloping along the road, and at first the sound of the noisy market could still be heard, but after a while, the outside became more and more quiet, Fang Yuan knew that something bad was going to happen, so he stopped struggling, but thought that his parents might have already suffered an accident, and his heart became more and more sad, Tears oozed out of the eye sockets and were absorbed by the black cloth that covered him, and after a while, the one in front of him was soaked through.

"Just right here," the driver outside stopped the carriage, and tore Fang Yuan off the carriage. Fang Yuan's leg was knocked to the ground in pain and he couldn't stand up for a long time.

(End of this chapter)