Li Wushuang was startled, and muttered at the corner of his lips: "She didn't change, maybe because she couldn't hold it back..."
When the other three Wushuang heard this, they twitched their mouths and almost couldn't hold back.
If you can't stop the fight, why don't you just add fuel to the fire?
Just when Zhong Wushuang was about to pull, Ye Jinxing's face darkened and he said indifferently: "Get away."
Then, he pushed his mother's wheelchair into the villa.
The lobby of the villa is dotted with neighbors eating melon seeds. Anyone over fifty years old will recognize the woman in the wheelchair, Mu Qinghua, at a glance.
A strong woman who was as famous in the capital as Queen Ma, Zhao Changying, and the late woman of the Lin family.
That year, there was a fire in Wenyuan Villa.
That night, something unexpected happened at Mu Qinghua's birthday party.
Many legendary figures were broken, and even the entire capital structure was completely turned upside down like a magical lever.
As one of the parties involved, Mu Qinghua, who had been in hiding for more than twenty years without any news, suddenly appeared at Empress Ma's birthday tonight.
You can use your butt to figure out what this daughter of the Mu family, who was once famous in Yanjing City, wants to do.
"Sister Mu, what a coincidence."
A neighbor came up to say hello.
Some people are workers under their husbands. When they see the leader's wife, they greet her very reasonably.
That year, Beimang's legendary old brother Zhang retired, and the Mu family's son-in-law Ye Zhengting, riding a dragon, jumped over the dragon gate and stepped onto the long steps to ascend to the gods.
Mu Qinghua raised her eyes and scanned everyone.
A cold light appeared in his cold eyes: "You were all at my birthday party that year, right?"
Everyone took a breath and didn't dare to look directly.
Of course they were there, and they were there too.
But he didn't hold on.
How fierce Queen Ma was back then, she set the Wenyuan Villa on fire, it was just a birthday party, who dared to stop her?
I can't stop it even if I want to.
The Eighteen Beimang Cavalrymen who had just arrived in Beijing to be awarded the title appeared together with Queen Ma. They were so powerful that if they were stopped, they would be killed.
"You didn't stop me back then," Mu Qinghua said in a cold tone. "Don't stop me tonight."
When everyone heard this, their breaths became disordered.
Back then, her Mu family was very powerful, but now her husband's family is powerful and even more powerful.
The Eighteen Horsemen of Beimang also followed Beimang Lao Zhang and retired for many years, and their power was incomparable.
"Who else did I think would start such a big battle?"
At the corner of the second floor, Queen Ma, accompanied by Mr. Han, walked down the steps and looked down at Mu Qinghua: "If your legs and feet are not good, you should go out less. If you turn around, you will be in trouble, and you will have to rely on the uneven road in the other courtyard."
Han Jiangxue, who was accompanying her, twitched her lips and secretly expressed her feelings to her mother-in-law.
Brother Zhang's madness is probably not something that is acquired, but is 100% genetic.
Mu Qinghua squinted her eyes and looked at Queen Ma from top to bottom. There was a suffocating sense of oppression in her deep and resentful eyes: "She is still the same as before, with a mean mouth."
Queen Ma hasn't spoken back yet.
Mr. Han, who was standing aside, grinned and said with an evil look on his face: "What about you? An old lady with a flat mouth? Open your mouth and see how many teeth you have left?"
Han Jiangxue walked forward and blocked her mother-in-law behind her, showing off her femme queen style: "You still have the nerve to scold my mother-in-law? Look at your appearance, a fifty-year-old face and an eighty-year-old face. If you are young, you will do less. If you are even a bit immoral, you won’t be tortured like this by God, right?”
Empress Ma opened her mouth. Why is this vicious girl so hurtful when she curses?
Who taught it?
Someone with more than ten years of skill can hold back such dirty words?
Speaking of which, when Mu Qinghua was young, she was ranked ahead of Queen Ma among the beauties in the capital, very high...
Mu Qinghua, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was shaking all over and her eyes were red.
Before he could speak, Ye Jinxing, who was standing behind him, gently pressed his mother's shoulders, opened his thin lips slightly, and glanced at Han Jiangxue indifferently: "Han Jiangxue, if you say one more word, I will tear your mouth apart."
Whoosh!
As soon as Ye Jinxing finished speaking, a figure floated down in front of Han Jiangxue.
It was Yuanmei who had finished peeing.
She smelled murderous intent in Ye Jinxing, so her face was full of murderous intent.
If there weren't too many people, Yuanmei would have gone to the knife.
"You are very brave."
Yuan Mei stood with her hands behind her hands, narrowed her eyes and said, "Would you like to touch my sister?"
The atmosphere was solemn and the place was completely silent.
A group of senior men from Longqian Villa were shocked by these young men and women.
The bloodthirsty murderous intent filled the entire hall silently.
"kite?"
Ye Jinxing glanced at Yuanmei indifferently, and said calmly: "You are a trash who is picking up rubbish among the dead. Who gives you the courage to fart in front of me, Ye Jinxing?"
Yuan Mei was glared at by Ye Jinxing's cold eyes, and her whole body tensed up suddenly.
It was as if I was instantly transported back to the time when I was wandering alone in the darkness.
At that time, she was sensitive and lonely, and everything she did was just to survive.
Even sleeping, I dare not close my eyes.
Ye Jinxing's short words not only exposed Yuan Mei's background, but also brought her back to the time before she met Zhang Xiangbei.
That suffocating life made her shudder.
Countless bloody and desperate scenes appeared in my mind.
In that dark world filled with the smell of decay, there was a group of terrifying existences that made her feel more suffocated than the regular Beimang army.
They are like undead souls, destroying all life wherever they pass.
This Ye Jinxing is their commander-in-chief.
"Yuan, people are asking you, who gave you courage."
Zhang Ruoyu stood at the railing on the second floor, holding a pen and notepad in his hand.
His eyebrows were slightly lowered, and on the notepad filled with names densely written, he crossed out the words Ye Jinxing with one stroke.
