Chapter 91 I Want Her Dead

When Ji Changqing came back from court, he found that the study seemed much emptier. He thought it was an illusion, but when he looked closely, he found that many items were missing from the table.

His expression paused.

The Ji Mansion has added so many new staff, how could a thief still get in?

Just as he was about to call someone to ask, Feng Qingsui walked into the study with a basket in one hand.

The basket on the left contains a bird that is so familiar that it cannot be more familiar, and the basket on the right contains a basket of collectibles that are so familiar that they cannot be more familiar.

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No matter how careful you are, you can never guard against a thief in your own home.

Seeing that he was speechless, Feng Qingsui smiled and said, "Is this the peregrine falcon raised by the Second Master?"

Ji Changqing nodded.

Feng Qingsui placed the two baskets on the table and said casually, "It must have taken Second Master a lot of time to raise them so well-behaved."

Ji Changqing glanced at the peregrine falcon squatting in the basket, as quiet as a chicken, and sneered in his heart, "Isn't it good enough that they almost emptied out his study?"

"Not much taming," he replied. "I raised it from a chick for six years. I'm lucky it didn't cause any trouble."

The peregrine falcon made a dissatisfied "cack".

Feng Qingsui chuckled: "He's six years old now, so he should have a wife, right?"

"It had one before. It built its nest outside. Not long after its chicks were hatched, they were all killed by a night owl. It was deeply shocked and became a widower ever since."

“…”

Feng Qingsui smoothed the peregrine falcon's back hair and said with a smile, "So we are alike. No wonder we get along so well."

Ji Changqing: “…”

He put the collectibles in the basket back to their original place, and saw that the inkstone screen that he usually placed on the table was also in it. His heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He had placed a small painting on the inkstone screen, which was the little red fox he had dreamed of before.

He felt inexplicably guilty.

When Feng Qingsui praised his vivid paintings, he said, "If you like this painting, I'll give it to you."

Feng Qingsui showed surprise: "Really?"

He took down the small painting and handed it to her: "Nature."

Feng Qingsui was overjoyed.

"One of your paintings is worth a fortune. If I become poor in the future, I can pawn this painting and I won't have to worry about having no food to eat."

Ji Changqing: “…”

Is this all you can achieve?

He said with a stern face, "No matter how poor our Ji family is, we will never let our women go hungry."

Feng Qingsui sighed inwardly, feeling it was a pity that she couldn't always be a member of the Ji family.

Once she has taken her revenge, she will leave.

She nodded: "I believe in Second Master."

Then he said goodbye and left with Xiaohua.

Ji Changqing looked at her departing back, thought about what she had just said, vaguely guessed her plan, and felt annoyed.

"Don't touch anything in my study anymore."

He warned the peregrine.

"Otherwise, I'll throw you back to Black Wind Mountain."

The peregrine falcon looked at him steadily, then flew up with a "click", flew towards the door, and chased Feng Qingsui.

Ji Changqing: “…”

After Feng Qingsui returned to the courtyard, he put the small painting of the fox into a box, and then went out for a walk with Wuhua and the big black dog.

The banks of the inner river are covered with green shades like clouds, and willow trees with long branches sway in the warm breeze.

The big black dog looked around, looking for his new playmate - a curly-haired dog wandering the streets.

The dog was young and lively. When it saw the big black dog, it would rush over and play with it.

But he was not willing to go back home with Feng Qingsui.

Feng Qingsui could only bring some food for the dog when he took a walk.

“Woof woof woof!”

A burst of frightened dog barking was heard.

Feng Qingsui looked up and saw several young men in fur and brocade clothes riding on horses in front of him. They waved polo sticks, surrounded the curly-haired dog in the center and hit it like a polo ball.

The big black dog rushed forward like an arrow, protected the curly-haired dog behind him, and barked at the young man.

"Hey, there's another 'ball' coming, and it's pretty fierce."

"Old rules, whoever kills first gets the chips."

"Be careful not to get bitten by it on the horse's legs. It would be troublesome if the horse went crazy and trampled someone to death."

"What are you afraid of? With Master Lu here, what can't be solved?"

…

Several people swung their clubs together and hit the big black dog and the curly-haired dog.

Just halfway through the swing, I felt a sharp pain in my wrist and the club slipped from my hand.

The big black dog took the opportunity to lead the curly-haired dog out of the encirclement, ran to Feng Qingsui and Wuhua, and glared at them fiercely.

After discovering that their wrists were hit by stones, several young men turned around at the same time, but they only saw two women, Feng Qingsui and Wuhua, and were shocked.

"Who threw the stone? Could it be these two women?"

Looking around, I found that all the pedestrians kept away, only the two women stood there calmly, and the two dogs followed them closely, then I was sure.

"Bitch!"

The young man in red riding a black horse gave him a sinister look.

"How dare you interrupt me while I teach this evil beast a lesson? Do you know who I am?"

Feng Qingsui said calmly, "I only saw a few beasts swinging their clubs around, but no one."

The young man flew into a rage: "You dare to humiliate me? Come on! I'll beat you to death!"

Upon hearing this, the other young men bent down, picked up their golf clubs, and rode their horses towards Feng Qingsui and the other man.

The onlookers looked terrified.

It seemed as if the next moment we would see the master and servant broken heads and dead.

But the maid rushed forward, grabbed the golf club, and pulled the young men off the horses one by one.

These people fell heavily to the ground and were trampled by Ranma, almost losing their lives.

The young man in red had a broken leg.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at Feng Qingsui grimly: "Do you know who I am?"

"Even if you are a prince or grandson of an emperor," Feng Qingsui said expressionlessly, "you will pay the price for committing violence in the street."

After saying this, he asked the onlookers to help report the matter to the authorities.

The runners from the East City Military Affairs Office rushed over, heard the whole story, and tied the young men back to the yamen with a headache on their faces.

As soon as they entered the yamen, they were released.

There was no way around it, since the young man in red was the son of his own commander.

"Third Young Master," he said to the young man in red, "When you beat a dog, you have to look at the owner first. You usually beat stray dogs, but why did you hit the eldest sister-in-law of the prime minister who was confiscating her property?"

The young man in red sneered in his heart. So what if he confiscated the Prime Minister's property? He was just a dog of His Majesty, so why couldn't he be beaten?

Wasn’t the previous Minister of Rites also very talented and highly regarded by His Majesty? What happened?

His second sister had him thrown into prison with just a few words, where he died.

This bitch broke his leg, he will never let her off easily!

"I want her dead!"

He called over a few yamen runners he was familiar with and spoke to them in secret.

The yamen runners looked terrified.

"Third Young Master, you can't do that. You can't do that. We can't afford to offend Prime Minister Ji."

His face darkened.

"If you can't afford to offend him, can you afford to offend me?"

The yamen runners looked worried.

"Don't worry, I'm just teaching her a lesson."

"……All right."

After Feng Qingsui brought the curly-haired dog back home, he found that it had serious internal injuries, so he prepared some medicine for it with a serious face.

The curly-haired dog took the medicine obediently without saying a word.

After it fell asleep, Feng Qingsui heard the news from Wuhua and learned that the young man in red was the third brother of Lu Zhaoyi who had framed his brother-in-law for disrespect. His face became even darker.