Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Chapter 137 Chinese New Year

There were guards lying on the ground, their lives unknown; men in black with scars all over their bodies and only cloth strips hanging on them; "Qian Qianhui" who was particularly excited by her sharp blades and claws; and five or six monkeys who were poking the guards on the ground with sticks to confirm whether they were pretending to be dead?

And Qian Qiansui, who was riding on a black cloak and slapping people with his two arms in turn.

Wen Chun felt that it was hard to say whether the person on the ground still had a human form.

"Hero, save me! Save me and I will give you money, a lot of money!" King Hengzhou rushed over with a smell of medicine on his body and reached out to hug Wen Chun's thigh.

Wen Chun looked at him with disdain, and drew his knife with a cold flash. King Hengzhou touched his neck, and blood kept gushing out.

“You…you…cough cough cough…”

King Hengzhou covered his throat tightly, but he could not stop the blood from flowing out. His eyes gradually became blurry, and his heart was filled with infinite regret. If he had not fallen for Qian Qiansui, if he had run back to his fiefdom after offering sacrifices to heaven, would he still be intact now, and he would not have lost his life for everything he had done.

"Just kill him like that? Is it okay?" Qian Qiansui heard the noise and looked back. The ground was so bloody that she was also shocked.

Wen Chun was secretly annoyed. He thought that this guy should be dragged out and slaughtered, but it was just a professional habit and he acted too quickly.

"He's just a piece of trash. It doesn't matter where he dies. Even after he dies, his brothers will still make trouble for a while."

The Hengzhou fiefdom is in chaos, so who has the time to investigate the cause of death of this idiot?

Wen Chun picked up Qian Qiansui from the ground, and then covered Qian Qiansui's eyes with a hairband, just like Qian Qiansui covered his eyes that day.

Qian Qiansui actually wanted to tear off the hairband. She wasn't bothered by a little blood, but when she thought of Wen Chun's careful and innocent care, she simply curled the corners of her mouth, leaned on Wen Chun's shoulder and closed her eyes.

Sensing Qian Qiansui's fatigue, Wen Chun didn't even look at who was lying on the ground. He walked over and stabbed twice. Those men in black were chopped to death in no time. Then he hurriedly said to Sang Biao, "I'll take her back first. Let's burn everything here."

Sang Biao showed his fangs and was so angry that he wanted to blow his beard. Which good cat could help its owner to this extent? It turns out that cats are good but people are bad!

Another big fire broke out, and the villa of King Hengzhou was reduced to ashes that night, leaving no bones or residue.

Qian Qiansui fell asleep at some point, and when she woke up, she was already lying on the big bed in the Marquis's mansion. Wen Chun was sitting beside the bed, wiping his sword.

"Are you angry?" Qian Qiansui pounced on him from behind and hooked his neck.

Wen Chun was about to put down his sword and turn around, but then he thought of this hateful woman. She had clearly agreed to wait for him at home, but she went out alone to seek death. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, but he didn't have the courage to push her away, so he just sat there motionless and didn't say a word.

"Oh, they've already sent me a note, so it wouldn't be nice if I didn't go. Besides, since we already know where she is, why should I go through all the trouble? I've already sent my sister back."

She trusted Sang Biao's work, and Qian Qianhui should have returned to the academy before the fight started.

"That's easy to say, but didn't you see how many people were there? You woman, don't you take me seriously at all? Not at all, right?"

Wen Chun felt more and more aggrieved as she spoke, and tears welled up in her eyes due to anger, but she forced herself to hold them back and didn't show any of it.

"How could it be! You are still the father of my child!" Qian Qiansui pulled the man over and said coaxingly, "Be good, you know my abilities. How could I let a few people take care of me? I must be absolutely sure. Besides, I knew you would come looking for me."

"You wish! I... I won't necessarily go to find you. What if I don't go, then you... well..."

Qian Qiansui held up Wen Chun's face and pinched his cheeks. The boy's eyes were red and he seemed to be in pain.

After kissing the tender lips, Qian Qiansui pushed the person onto the bed with a wicked smile.

"But you still came..."

"You woman, you are still pregnant! Are you crazy! I... um... um!!" The young man was confined to the bed and lay in Qian Qiansui's quilt. Qian Qiansui pounced on him and touched him all over.

"Just wait, after you give birth... I will definitely take revenge!"

Qian Qiansui snuggled into the warm embrace and sighed comfortably. The young man still hadn't realized that the duration of her powerful skill had disappeared because it hadn't been triggered for a long time.

But he just obeyed her and let her do whatever she wanted. He was really hard on the outside but soft on the inside.

Qian Qianhui was extremely frightened and it took her a month to recover. When Qian Qiansui went to visit her, she burst into tears and then began to practice martial arts with the female students in the girls' college to strengthen her body.

She always believed that if she wasn't so weak, she wouldn't be taken away so easily. After that, she brought the guards of the academy with her whenever she went out, and never acted alone again.

The villa of Prince Hengzhou caught fire inexplicably. The princes who were still in the capital at this time became nervous. Spies from various forces in the city were active everywhere. The Dali Temple and the government office sent different people to investigate the case.

A tense atmosphere quietly infected the capital, and even the joy of the New Year in the capital was diluted.

This was the first year Qian Qiansui spent here. The Qian family had been completely ruined. During this period, many of the Qian family's children were bought back. These children were sent back to be taken care of by Nanny Qian. If they had good character, they would be kept. If they had bad behavior, they would be sent back to be sold.

However, the masters of the Qian family were not so lucky. For those who were exiled, not only were their bodies unknown, but their whereabouts were also unknown. For those who were married off or sold, almost no one knew where they were. Some people could not get in touch with them even after sending letters, and of course, there was no news at all about them, and no one knew whether they were alive or dead.

This was all Qian Qiansui could do for the original owner. She didn't know whether Fu Zichan died in the fire. Although Wen Chun said that he stabbed Fu Zichan afterwards, it was a chaotic situation at the time. This guy was the villain in the book, so it probably wouldn't be easy for him to die.

"I wish our academy will do better and better next year! May our students win the imperial examinations and have their names on the list of top scorers! May our teachers be in good health and have their students everywhere."

Mao Dong raised his wine glass and said with a flushed face that he was no longer the Amon of yesterday. Except for Wen Cheng who went to study mathematics, the other companions who collected protection fees with him at the beginning also had their own goals. They were just waiting to find a good job in a conscientious industry after they finished their studies.

It can be said that without the academy, they would not be where they are today.

"Our academy will definitely have a place in next year's imperial examination." Vice President Li has gained weight recently, which shows how deeply Su Xin's cooking skills have been popular.

Qian Qiansui looked out the window at the group of playboys headed by Wen Siqin. They did not go home during the New Year and insisted on staying in the academy to eat the New Year's Eve dinner. He smiled and took a sip of the goat milk in the cup.

"Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, which is a good sign."

Dumbledore drank his wine comfortably, his brows relaxed.