Bite to death Rong Fu Hei 4

  He lifted his jade-like fingers and placed them on his lips, feeling the smooth skin with a slight touch, and the crescent-shaped indentation appeared abruptly.

  Fingertips slowly caressing, as if savoring a flavor that had never been experienced in life.

  After a long time, he smiled faintly and slowly released his fingers.

  Glanced at her lying on her chest, the girl re-entered a sweet and sound sleep.

  He actually didn't do anything to Xiaoyuan either, they only met once, and he even took the blame for murder and became her best witness.

  However, when she saw him, even after getting drunk, she still gritted her teeth and hated him so much that her teeth itched.

  As the sky darkens and the sun sets in the west, people who had been avoiding the scorching heat of midday in summer begin to emerge onto the streets, blowing a gentle breeze into their faces as they stroll slowly.

  The shopkeepers on both sides also started rubbing their sleepy eyes and perked up to welcome the passing customers.

  The carriage drove out of Huahua Street and onto the main street, where there were shouts everywhere. The people on both sides saw the carriage and made way for it to pass through unimpeded.

  No need for gold and jade decorations, nor the patterns or names of any imperial family, this one-of-a-kind purple sandalwood carriage alone is enough to let others know who is sitting inside.

  The peddler's face was calm and gentle, following the horse carriage all the way straight, passing through Chongwen Gate, and continuing forward, he arrived at the location of Ming Wangfu.

  The main gate of the Ming Wang Fu was deeply painted with vermilion, and two majestic stone lions stood guard on either side. Above them hung a black-and-gold signboard, inscribed with the three large characters "Ming Wang Fu" in a style that seemed to dance with dragons and phoenixes.

  The little servant by the side door saw the carriage coming from afar, and when the wheels of the carriage slowly stopped in front of the gate, he immediately sent someone to inform Wang Ye and Qi Shu.

  This is a noble guest, who normally wouldn't easily set foot in any household. As soon as the young servant came to report, Qi Shu didn't dare to be slow and had someone notify Wang Ye, while he himself quickly got dressed and hurriedly walked towards the main gate.

  As soon as he went out, his eyes saw Qu Shang standing in front of the car, and he immediately walked over with a smile, bowing his hands and saying: "Qi Nong has seen Mr. Qu."

  Qu Shang and Qi Shu had met twice, knowing that he was originally an official, because of his loyalty to the Ming king, he was injured and retired, becoming a housekeeper by the side of the Ming king.

  "With a respectful gaze, he returned the courtesy: 'Uncle Qi, no need to be so polite. Today's visit is indeed an intrusion, but it's actually about the young lady of your esteemed household.'"

  Qiu Shu heard this and looked surprised, glancing at the motionless carriage, he asked in puzzlement: "Which young lady from the mansion could have troubled Rong Shizi to come in person?"

  But in her mind, she was thinking that Third Miss had a lame foot and was still recovering in the courtyard. Fourth Miss and Fifth Miss hadn't gone out today. The only possibilities were Eldest Miss who had gone out, and Second Miss who wasn't in the capital.

  The shopkeeper's face wore a smile, "Today, the young master met Ming Shizi on the street. He was holding a girl and claimed she was his sister, asking Young Master to take her back."

  Qī Shū's eyes widened in surprise, his gaze scanning the surroundings without making a sound, as if searching for something besides the horse carriage. After confirming that there were no other vehicles behind or in front of it, he hesitated and said:

  "Excuse me, Mr. Qu, where is the young girl that the young master of the mansion entrusted to you now? Qi Nong has sent a good horse carriage to have someone bring her back."

  Qī Shū also didn't know how Míng Shìzǐ would entrust people to Róng Shìzǐ, and that young girl, what kind of person was she.

  As far as he knew, Ming Shizi was always hanging out in the brothel every day, and this time it wouldn't be another new trick to make a fuss about recognizing a brothel girl as his sister.