"Bang ······" The door broke, and a figure flew out of the house, slamming down the elegant wooden door and falling into the corridor outside.

The female guests in the spring boudoir found that there was a rare liveliness to see, and they all looked around, among which there were even a few untidy guests, who were obviously doing errands, and when they heard the sound, they couldn't suppress their curiosity and came out to see the excitement.

After all, you can do things at any time, but the excitement of the Spring Boudoir Pavilion is not very common. Dare to make trouble in the Spring Boudoir Pavilion, the thugs of the Iron Knife Club don't mind loosening their fists at all.

I saw that the person who fell in the corridor was dressed in a blue brocade robe, wearing a gold crown, wearing a good jade ring on his waist, and he was dressed as a chic boy, but unfortunately at this time, his face was blue and swollen, the golden crown of his hair was crooked, and there was a big gray footprint printed on his clothes, and he was lying on the ground moaning weakly.

"Surname... Song's ······ You... turned out to be poisoned, the Zhang family wouldn't... Spare your ·····" Listening to his words, the one who fell to the ground should be the young master of the Zhang family. When he saw the crowd watching, he wanted to get up and hide his face and leave.

Who would have thought that his whole body was stiff, he couldn't exert his strength at all, and even speaking was so difficult. Sensing a physical problem, he realized that he was afraid that he had been poisoned.

"Haha. Out of the house came a handsome boy dressed similarly, with a face like a crown of jade, a tall figure, and a pretty woman in his arms. It's a pity that his pale face, and the standard overindulgence of the gentleman suddenly gave him a discount on this good skin.

"Zhang Mingyuan, you just lie on the ground obediently, and Miss Sisi and I will be less accompanied. The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, and the beautiful scenery is beautiful, but it can't be delayed for a moment. Rest assured, it's just a little powerful anesthetic, cool on the ground for two hours, just to cool your fiery heart. Hahahaha······" The son surnamed Song declared with a victorious attitude.

It's just anesthetic····· Whew, Zhang Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and Song Ziyu didn't dare to harm him, the only son of the head of the Zhang family.

As soon as the fear was gone, the anger of being kicked out of the room by Song Ziyu, and the shame of being watched by others, came to my heart.

"You... Despicable ······" Zhang Mingyuan wanted to scold Song Ziyu, a shameless villain, but now he was inarticulate, and it took a lot of effort to say these three words.

"Whatever you say, it doesn't change the reality that you're a reservoir dog. Song Ziyu saw that Zhang Mingyuan, who had relied on high force in the past and repeatedly made himself deflated, was now lying on the ground, and he was in a good mood, no matter what he said, it was regarded as the wail of a defeated dog.

"Bustard, you don't have to change rooms. Song Ziyu was also sharp-eyed, and when she saw the old bustard who came to talk about it, she guessed that she wanted to open the two of them by changing the room with the broken door.

Of course, it is also because of the two of them, one is the only only son of the head of the Zhang family, and the other is the young master of the Song family of the City Lord's Mansion, and there is only one eldest sister in the family, so it is not an exaggeration to say that he is an only son. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been pressed down by the thugs and beaten up indiscriminately.

"I'm afraid that Brother Zhang will catch a cold on the ground, so I'll spend the night with Miss Sisi in this no-door room tonight. I hope this fiery spring can give Brother Zhang a little warmth. Hahaha······" Song Ziyu rarely had the upper hand, and he didn't miss the opportunity to beat the water dog.

“······” Zhang Mingyuan's tongue was completely paralyzed, and he couldn't speak if he wanted to.

"This ······" The old bustard opened his mouth to mediate.

"Shut up, let him lie here tonight, it's useless for anyone to come. Song Ziyu stared at the old bustard viciously, and the threat was revealed.

The old bustard was helpless and didn't dare to say more.

Song Ziyu hugged the girl in her arms and walked into the room laughing.

Zhang Mingyuan saw the appearance of his villain, and the anger in his eyes seemed to be about to erupt, if it weren't for the paralysis of his mouth, he was afraid that he would even have to bite his teeth.

The old bustard of the Spring Boudoir Pavilion, seeing that neither of them could afford to offend, so he could only not help each other, and sent thugs to disperse the crowd of onlookers, which could be regarded as saving a little face for the only young master of the Zhang family.

Among the dispersed crowd, there was a middle-aged dressed person, silently watching this farce, seeing that it had come to pass, nodding secretly, taking advantage of the thugs to disperse the crowd and quietly leaving.

This farce was also sent by the bustard to the Li family in time to inform Li Qiusheng, the eldest young master of the Li family, who was in charge.

Li Qiusheng poured a cup of tea, put it beside him, supported his forehead with his right hand, and rested for a while.

In the past few days, Li Qiusheng has been arranging for manual investigations day and night, as well as listening to the discoveries of his subordinates, and he only has a moment of rest every day, and his wife at home has not been comforted for several days.

However, at this moment, my father still has important matters, the second brother is not at home, my mother's younger brother is newly mourned, and he is the only one in the family who can carry this burden.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and not long after Li Qiusheng began to rest, someone came to report that there was something important in the Spring Boudoir Pavilion.

Li Qiusheng pressed his swollen temples and waved his hand to signal the messenger to come in.

The thugs of the Spring Boudoir Pavilion who reported the news quickly came in and recounted to Li Qiusheng in detail the farce that happened in the Spring Boudoir Pavilion tonight.

Li Qiusheng listened to it and didn't say a word, just motioned to the thugs who reported the news to go down.

For a long time, "bang ······" Li Qiusheng slapped his palm on the table, shaking the teacup to the ground.

"Song Family ······" A word popped out of his lips, Li Qiusheng's face was cold, and his eyes were cold.

"Someone. Call Qi people, come with me to the Spring Boudoir Pavilion. ”

Someone outside the house immediately responded, and then went away to call someone.

"Wait," Li Qiusheng called out again, "forget it, tell him to stop." Send someone to investigate, I want to know the origin of the drug in Song Ziyu's hand. ”

Another servant went to stop the previous people from summoning.

Li Qiusheng suppressed his mood and wanted to fly to the Spring Boudoir Pavilion to grab Song Ziyu and torture him, now is not the time to tear his face. Besides, maybe someone planted the blame.

Li Qiusheng leaned back in his chair with a headache and was speechless for a long time.

Li Xin's palm was forceful, and the neck in his hand was broken, and the person in front of him slowly slipped from Li Xin's hand and fell to the ground, raising a thin layer of dust.

Under the moonlight, Li Xin wore a turban, a big belly, and looked like a middle-aged fat man.

In the Spring Boudoir Pavilion just now, the middle-aged man who quietly left with the crowd was Li Xin. And the corpse in front of him, who was Song Ziyu's subordinate before his death, was bribed by Li Xin, offered drugs to Song Ziyu, and asked him to teach Zhang Mingyuan a lesson.

Li Xin sneered and looked at the corpse in front of him full of disbelief. This person was a lion who opened his mouth wide and knocked out a lot of money, but he didn't know that no matter how much money he was destined to die, he couldn't use it.

Li Xin crouched down, groped around the corpse, and took away the money he had given. It's not that Li Xin is dying for money, but an ordinary subordinate, but he won't have so much floating wealth, even if he is Song Ziyu's subordinate.

Excess money will only expose someone who is instructed, which is not conducive to the implementation of the plan.

Looking around again, Li Xin was sure that everything had been taken care of, so he turned and left.