Purple Kite ordered the next person to throw all the flowers and plants in the garden out of the house, and when she passed by Aunt Rou's side, she snatched the flowers from Aunt Rou's hand, and Aunt Rou was pushed to the ground directly without paying attention.

Just as Aunt Zhao was smiling proudly, the sharp-eyed little maid saw that the old man in the distance was about to come over, and hurriedly stepped forward to remind Aunt Zhao. Aunt Zhao hurriedly suppressed her laughter, men love gentle women, if the current appearance makes the lord look bored when he sees it, then it will be a failure, after all, in the eyes of the lord of the North Underworld, she is a delicate little beauty.

At this time, Aunt Rou finally gasped for breath, and was struggling to stand up, wanting to go back to the house to calm down, but when she was close to Aunt Zhao, she was pulled by Aunt Zhao to lie on the ground with her hands, and Aunt Rou didn't react, only to see Aunt Zhao fall to the ground, and Aunt Rou happened to press on her body accidentally. From a distance, it seems that Aunt Rou is beating Aunt Zhao.

A stone under her body burned her bones under Aunt Zhao's body, and Aunt Zhao immediately cried.

"Sister Rou, don't do this. Sang'er really can't smell the flowers. Sang'er knows it's wrong, Sister Rou, don't do this. “

The sound of Aunt Zhao's crying immediately reached Bei Mingye's ears, and Bei Mingye immediately stepped forward quickly.

Before Aunt Rou could react to what was happening, she was kicked away by Bei Mingye, Aunt Rou's body was already sick, and after being pushed by the purple kite just now, she was kicked by Bei Mingye before she could recover well, and the corners of her mouth suddenly overflowed with blood.

Aunt Zhao took the opportunity to throw herself into Bei Mingye's arms: "Master, do you know? The concubine can't smell the fragrance of flowers, and the concubine body is disgusted and wants to vomit when she smells the fragrance of flowers. But Sister Rou took the flower in front of the concubine, and the concubine thought about herself and entered the door. It's hard to say anything, just thinking about telling my sister. But my sister didn't give up, saying that if she went first, her sister should respect her. But the concubine couldn't stand it, so Sister Rou did something to the concubine. ”

Aunt Zhao cried so much that her tears wet Bei Mingye's shoulders.

Bei Mingye was suddenly distressed, and glared at Aunt Rou angrily: "Zhi Wanrou, what if you enter the door early." It is precisely because of entering the door early that newcomers should be treated more favorably. But how did you do it, you actually bullied Sang'er, Sang'er is such a poor person, how can you be reluctant. I don't want to, you actually bullied her. I used to be blind to the wrong person, so I would take back you, a ruthless and vicious woman. In this way, you don't want to see Mo'er in the future, lest you bring Mo'er with you. ”

Aunt Rou looked at Bei Mingye in front of her in disbelief, she had tears in her eyes, she couldn't believe that the fierce man in front of her was her husband, the husband she regarded as heaven, her dependence, but she treated her so cruelly to her for another woman.

Aunt Rou wanted to explain, but because she was too excited, she couldn't say why, and this scene fell on Bei Mingye's eyes, which confirmed her image as a vicious woman.

Aunt Zhao took the opportunity to feel that she pulled Bei Mingye back to her room.

As soon as the others left, Aunt Rou was the only one left in the huge backyard, sitting on the ground and crying silently.

And the young Bei Mingmo looked at it carefully, but unfortunately, he couldn't even finish his words when he was young, and he didn't dare to touch the arrogant Aunt Zhao, and finally everyone ran out to hug Aunt Rou.

This scene was deeply imprinted in Bei Mingmo's young heart.

Soon after that, Aunt Rou died of depression within half a year because of excessive palpitations, worries, and inability to treat well.

Thinking of this, Bei Mingmo sighed deeply, if only he could protect his mother at that time, his mother would not have gone so early. The hateful thing is that now, he has no way to shake Aunt Zhao's status and let her be powerful in the Northern Underworld.

Let her be proud for a while, and when his power is stable, he will definitely take her life.

Bei Mingmo suddenly felt upset, but forced himself to calm down, so he sat down in front of Jiaowei, stroked his fingers, and flicked a Zen temple bell to slowly calm his mood.

It's just that he sat alone under the tree, looking like a statue from a distance, not moving, and even his back was lonely.

Thinking of Aunt Rou's voice and smile, a tear disappeared with the dust dripping from the corner of her eye.

The man didn't flick his tears when he had tears, but he didn't say anything sad.

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

After Shopkeeper Liu went back, Yan Bo took Jinghui and walked down the street.

As I walked, I walked to my own bookstore.

In the past, there were no bookstores that were full of people, and the guys and shopkeepers were idle and idle. Mr. Storyteller sat on the sidelines and munched melon seeds comfortably. Seeing that the owner was coming, he hurriedly spit out the melon seeds in his mouth and stood aside honestly.

"What's going on, there's no one.'

"Back to the young master, no one has come over since Lao Li on the other side started to say something about Journey to the West. I heard that they were still talking about the West Chamber, and they even pulled the guests over. But let's talk about the book now.,Everyone has already listened to it eight times.。 Everyone has been impatient for a long time. “

"Everyone can get new stories, don't you have a way?"

Yan Bo looked at the storyteller with sharp eyes.

Mr. Storyteller is very embarrassed, and it's not that he doesn't want to, he also has silver to earn when there are more guests, this silver doesn't burn his hands, who doesn't like yellow and white things, but someone has to come! Besides, he's heard about other people's books, but the owner got it, you're so capable, why don't you think of a way, you'll question us here, and Mr. Storyteller only dares to slander in his heart.

You have to be respectful on your face. Who makes the family a master?

"Young Master, we really can't help it. I heard the other side say that the new book is opposite.,The owner doesn't know where to get it.。 “

"Then can't you find new stories from other places, there are so many literati, can't you buy a good one, it's all rice buckets."

"It's not that there are no new stories, but none of them are attractive? Why don't you think of a way? '

Yan Bo was so angry that he slammed the teacup on the table to the ground, and bursts of smoke came out of the boiling tea on the ground.

"I want everything to come, so what am I raising you for? Fun with you? Do you think I have too much money or something? “

Jinghui saw that the young master was angry and consciously retreated to the side, so as not to cause the fire at the city gate to affect the pond fish.

The people below looked at his anger and were silent now, no matter how you scolded, that's it anyway.

Yan Bo glared at Mr. Storyteller, Mr. Storyteller was excited, shrank back, looking at Mr. Storyteller's useless appearance, Yan Bo didn't want to say anything more.

He walked out angrily, intending to take a look at the other side.