Missy, She Always Doesn't Seek to Make Progress.

Master Xiong started to move his hands suddenly, but everyone was taken aback, especially Marquis Chang'an, who hadn't recovered from his senses at all, and there was pain around his eyes, and Master Xiong punched hard.

Marquis Chang'an let out a cry of pain, covered his eyes and yelled angrily: "Xiong Dingbang, you reckless man, how dare you do it!"

"I'm a reckless man, why don't you dare? You old man got together with that bitch back then, and you just threw my sister on the bed in anger. I haven't settled the score with you bastard. My sister didn't have that Long life is all caused by your scum. Okay, her short life is because she is unlucky, but her only son is also your son, your eldest son, you let him go, and let people harm him, bewitched? No wonder I said these years, Lian'er has become more and more weak like a sick cat. I dare say that someone is behind these genitals. If you hide such a big matter, I will beat you to death." Master Xiong rolled up his sleeves and was about to charge.

Xiong Er hurriedly hugged him: "Father, please don't do this."

"Let go of me, I'll beat him to death." Master Xiong couldn't move, he could only kick him with his feet.

Marquis Chang'an was also angry. He had tolerated this reckless man for many years, and he will follow suit this time.

Jing Xiaosi stopped him: "Father, this is the Prime Minister's Mansion, not the Marquis of Chang'an's Mansion, and it's not a place where we can run wild."

Lin Xiang and his son watched the farce and took a step back silently, as long as you like it.

After Chang'an Hou was stunned, he flicked his sleeves heavily, and glared at Mr. Xiong: "I'm too lazy to have the same knowledge as you. This incident was originally an accident. You were still out at the time. I didn't know that it was a spring hunt in the mountains and forests. , no one harmed him." He looked at Jing Xiaosi again, and said with a serious face: "You too, you must pay attention to evidence in everything, don't you think it's your mother who treats you..."

"My mother is already dead." Jing Xiaosi said coldly: "I have never said that she was the one who tricked me in these years, so you don't have to fight for anyone."

Mr. Xiong was furious: "Who else can it be? If you are ruined, who will benefit? Who else can it be? Hehe, some people have done evil and received retribution, and it should be on their own sons, hehe. "

"Xiong Dingbang!" Marquis Chang'an was furious.

Lin Xiang stepped forward to smooth things over: "Listen to me, both of you are old people, so talk well if you have something to say."

Both of them snorted and stared at each other wishing to drink their blood and eat their flesh.

Marquis Chang'an was even more angry, he would not have come if he had known earlier, he was ashamed and thrown outside.

"It's all over, let's pay for the consultation fee." Qin Liuxi took a sip of the tea ceremony.

Everyone: "..."

Is now the time to talk about consultation fees?

Marquis Chang'an stared at her coldly, it was all the embarrassing things she caused him, and said: "This Marquis invites you, it is for the children of Ben Hou's family, but now it seems that Ben Marquis does not have that kind of arrangement. It's time to meet." Taoist priests are indeed not good things.

Qin Liuxi laughed angrily when he heard the yin and yang tone, it was you who stretched out your face for me to hit.

"Master Hou, what are you talking about making noodles? Didn't I say that I have already treated your son?" Qin Liuxi pointed at Jing Xiaosi: "He, your only son."

Marquis Chang'an's face sank, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes: "What do you mean?"

Qin Liuxi was not afraid at all, and said with a smile: "Master Hou only has such a son, that's what it means."

Everyone: "?"

The hall was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop.

What does this mean? Doesn't it mean that the Marquis of Chang'an was greened?

Lin Xiang was the first to recover from the shock, and coughed: "It's late at that time, the banquet will be over, come here, and send Lord Xiong and Lord Hou back to the mansion."

But Marquis Chang'an jumped up and pointed at Qin Liuxi: "Zhuzi is presumptuous!"

How dare she conceive him!

Marquis Chang'an's face turned blue, then white, then red. He touched his waist with his hand. Where is the sword? Where is his sword?

He's going to kill this damn little Taoist priest.

"Father!" Jing Xiaosi tugged at him and said, "Don't be ashamed in the Prime Minister's residence."

"Get lost!" Chang Anhou shook him off.

Jing Xiaosi said with a gloomy face, "Father, Jing Chao collapsed suddenly, do you think it was a sudden emergency? Didn't Mrs. Niu tell you the real reason for his collapse?"

Marquis Chang'an was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head, his eyes were like ice knives towards his eldest son.

Didn't he just return to the city today? How could he know so many things, or did he come back long ago?

Jing Xiaosi said coldly: "Do you want your son to explain to you here?"

Out of the corner of Marquis Chang'an's eyes, Lin Xiang looked at the beam with his hands behind his back, but his ears were pricked up, as if I was eavesdropping instead of looking, and his chest felt tight.

"Follow me back to the mansion." He flicked his sleeves, and looked coldly at Qin Liuxi again. This humiliation was remembered by the Marquis.

Qin Liuxi said to Teng Zhao: "Do you believe that Jing Si's father's psychological activities are like this: woman, you have successfully attracted the attention of the Marquis!"

Well, the hateful kind!

Teng Zhao put on a stern face of a little old man: You are good at pulling hatred.

Lin Qingfan's ears were sharp, and when he heard this, he almost laughed out loud, but he pinched the soft flesh around his waist and endured it.

Marquis Chang'an was gone, Jing Xiaosi said to Mr. Xiong, "Uncle, you go back first."

Lord Xiong frowned: "You go back and talk to us about being infected with a Gu?"

Jing Xiaosi said: "I have to go back and say hello to grandma. As for my affairs, my second cousin knows."

Besides, there is still a storm in the mansion. As for what he said just now, the Marquis of Chang'an will not let him go to Xiong's house.

Mr. Xiong sighed in his heart, the Xiong family regards Jing Lian as their own grandson, but it is still their grandfather's family, and no matter how bad the Marquis of Chang'an is, Jing Lian can't cut it off.

Besides, why cut it off? He is the eldest son, and the Jing family should belong to him.

The most important thing right now is to find out what's going on here, and listen to what the little Taoist leader said, like the damn Marquis of Chang'an who was green, no, I have to go back to interrogate the bastard.

Lord Xiong's fire of gossip ignited again, and he asked Lin Xiang to resign immediately.

Lin Qingfan personally sent them out.

When the flower hall became quiet, Lin Xiang watched Qin Liuxi stir up a storm with a few words, as if nothing had happened, so he couldn't help but silently shed tears of sympathy for Marquis Chang'an.

If what she said is true, the Jing family may be in chaos for a while.

"It's getting late, and the left and right Shaoguan will mainly do acupuncture for my mother tomorrow, why don't you take a rest in the mansion?" Lin Xiang said.

Qin Liuxi nodded in response, and went back to Jiuxuan tomorrow.

And Marquis Chang'an sat in the carriage waiting for Jing Xiaosi, seeing that he still didn't come up when he went out, he said coldly, "Do you want me to invite you?"

Jing Xiaosi got into the car without saying a word.

Marquis Chang'an sat cross-legged, staring at him sharply: "What do you mean by that, when did you come back, and what kind of messy people have you made friends with when you were away this year?"

Jing Xiaosi sneered, and replied: "I have been seeking medical treatment for this body all these years, do I have the ability and energy to plan to deal with someone? As for what I mean by those words, my father knows, I was robbed of my life, and I almost died. Died outside? I didn’t die, it’s just because this forbidden technique was lifted, who took my life away, who do you think? Once the technique is solved, who will suffer the backlash and fall?”

He narrated almost calmly, seeing the face of the man in front of him cracking inch by inch, he couldn't help feeling a little bit of pleasure.

I almost stumbled over these two chapters, because of the settings I wrote earlier, I went back and watched Scene 4's first appearance, and then deleted and revised it, so tiring!

Trapped in self-doubt, I've become old and useless!