From an Ugly Peasant Woman to a Carefree Princess

Chapter 332: Assassinate Yang Ruomao

Pity said: "When the slave-maid went out, Master Hou was heading to Mo Linxuan with Yihuan. After the success, the lady, Yihuan really made Master Hou unable to control herself."

"Very good." An extremely vicissitudes of female voice came from the Buddhist hall: "Pity, go and tell Wu Shijun to execute the plan immediately and we must win Chengyin."

"Yes." Lianxin responded and left quickly.

Inside the Buddhist hall with the door closed, the light was a little gloomy. There was a tablet on the incense hall, and the name of the old heroic waiter was written on the wooden sign. Strangely, Master Yang only wrote the names of the other princes in the heroic mansion, but did not have Yang Ruomao's name.

On the candlesticks on the right side, two white candles with a large diameter of three fingers were inserted in each of them. The white candles burned to half of the time, and the candlelight flickered.

On the incense urn in the center, cigarettes curled up.

On the futon below the incense table, there were two women kneeling.

Luo Chengcheng was on the side, and the one in the center was the old heroic wife.

"Master Hou, it's all my fault. I spoiled him too much, which made him feel powerless and ruthless, killing his father and killing his brothers!" The old lady's tone was full of regret: "Master Hou, today I will kill him, you are underground with a few children, so please discipline him."

After the bow, Luo Chengcheng helped the old lady sit on the futon.

"Now in the mansion, only the boss is left, but the Yang clan still has descendants." The old lady put her hands in Luo Chengcheng's hands: "Good boy, I have suffered you, and our Yang family has taken you. , I’ve lost the Anping Houfu. I’m sorry, it’s all my fault! This is the matter, if there is a suitable person, you will remarry. This paper is written by me, a member of the early classics Check it out, you are ready."

"Mother, thank you for planning everything for me. I will keep my wife's letter and I will not remarry. For the rest of my life, I will accompany you to cultivate one's morality in the Buddhist hall. This matter is not our fault. It's not your fault! You don't need to take all your sins on yourself, it's his fault. It is his wolfish ambition and misconduct that makes the mansion full of descendants and the eldest brother far away in the frontier alone!" Luo Cheng Cheng comforted the old lady without refusing, accepting the release of his wife and putting it in his arms.

"That kid Chen Jianzhou treats you well, I know. These days, if he weren't running for us, how could our plan be implemented?" A smile appeared on the old lady's kind face: "My old bone, I have lived to the end, naturally, there are not many days in the Buddhist hall. I don’t need anyone to accompany me. Now, because of Chen Jianzhou’s running and our plan, the capital can finally stop fighting and return to the imperial power. Lord Hou’s last wish was fulfilled. The only hope is that after the boss returns from the frontier, he can continue his life, continue the Yang family incense, and you can remarry Chen Jianzhou and raise the next generation well."

"I told Chen Jianzhou, no longer marry in this life, no one will marry." Luo Chengcheng looked at the closed window faintly.

It seemed that the eyes could penetrate the window to see the scene of Mo Linxuan.

In the main house of Mo Linxuan, the gorgeous bed tent was hanging down, and the bed tent was turned red.

Yang Ruomao was burying his head in Yi Huan's body and kept shaking.

At the same time that Yang Ruomao also roared softly, Yi Huan had grasped the silk quilt tightly and suddenly touched under the pillow.

In the blink of an eye, the knife pierced Yang Ruomao's back and penetrated his heart with lightning speed.

Only the gorgeous hilt was left exposed on Yang Ruomao's naked back, and the ruby ​​shone with a clear and soft cold light.

Blood overflowed from the corner of Yang Ruomao's mouth, his eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the tip of the knife that had been pierced.

This Yihuan, what tofu Xishi is, is clearly a top master!

No wonder he had taken a stunning concubine the day before he got married, and he had no impression at all!

Yang Ruomao didn't dare to think about how such an invaluable master could be buried in the mansion and become a concubine who has no doubts about the way he went all the way...

He was angry and hated, and patted Yihuan's eyes with a palm.

The corners of Yi Huan's lips hooked, blocking Yang Ruomao's palm, and at the same time he stretched his toes, kicking Yang Ruomao to the ground swiftly and violently.

Yang Ruomao shouted sternly: "Come here! There are thorns..."

"No one will come, you know, my assassination was signaled by someone. Otherwise, how can I act freely in the dignified mansion?" Yi Huan sat up on the bed, rolled out of the bed, sneered naked, and stood still. In front of Yang Ruomao: "Thank you for your romanticism, so that I was temporarily ordered, and I can still succeed."

Yang Ruomao was stunned for a while, and his Yihuan at this time did not see the original innocence and tenderness. He was naked, and he was also cold and majestic.

This temperament made Yang Ruomao think for a while that he had met the long-awaited black-clothed heroine-Luo Chunhua.

He didn't know why at the moment of dying, he could still think about things, probably what Ruyihuan said, he was "lovely".

"You might as well guess who has such a great right to let people in the house not be suspicious of my identity." Yihuan chuckled lightly, looking at Yang Ruomao condescendingly, his eyes didn't seem to be right. Looking at people, it's like looking at dead things, seeing things that are invisible.

Yang Ruomao subconsciously avoided Yi Huan's gaze.

He was thinking that the one who had such rights in the mansion, except for his mother, was Cheng Cheng!

But they are good people in this world!

At the thought of being killed by the most trusted person, Yang Ruomao's face became pale due to excessive blood loss, becoming more and more like golden paper.

"Who is it..." Yang Ruomao's mouth surged with blood, and his body was getting colder and colder.

Yi Huan didn't pay attention to the utterly full of vitality, naked, the whole body spasm.

She dealt with the filth on her body slowly, and only slightly frowned at the tear-like pain of the initial personnel.

Putting on the clothes, shoes and socks, Yi Huan walked towards the Buddha Hall.

"Miss Luo."

"It's Yihuan!" Luo Chengcheng asked nervously, "Are you ready?"

Sure enough, it was from Chen Jianzhou's side, who didn't call Mrs. Luo Chengcheng, but called Miss.

The old lady sighed, such a good girl was finally ruined by the Yang family! If it weren't for her good son who took the soldier talisman and occupied the capital, the people who were killed innocently by Luo Yun in the Anping Houfu, including the lady of the Houfu, should be fine.

"Miss Luo, he is dead." Yi Huan's voice was very cold, just like her whole body momentum.

Luo Chengcheng sighed unconsciously.

The old lady shook her whole body and stood up.

"mother."

The old lady closed her eyes slightly, and said in her mouth: "Yi Huan, I thank you for the entire capital of the people, and I also ask you to say thank you to Xiao Chen Guogong on behalf of the old man. Kill him, so that the entire capital can be killed without blood. Returning to the emperor's power can be regarded as an atonement for him by the old man."