Jiang Ling, an eighteenth-tier actress who grew up in an orphanage in her previous life, woke up after a car accident to find herself as the green tea cannon fodder female supporting character who ...
There was a "boom" in Jiang Ling's head, and Luzhu's caring words turned into tinnitus, making her feel dizzy.
She took a deep breath and said coldly, "This is directed at me."
The ancestral hall burned down. In the eyes of the world, this must be a huge sin to have caused such a disaster, but it was only Zhenxiaxie that suffered the disaster.
She had only been married to the Zhou family for two months when something like this happened. She didn't know how the world would interpret it if the news got out.
Jiang Ling lifted her skirt and walked towards the main hall, feeling a little panicked.
The ancients valued reputation the most, and these matters concerning ghosts and gods were also taken very seriously. I wonder if Jiang Lan and Xia Zhixian would blame her...
But even if she is to be blamed, this matter must be resolved first.
Jiang Ling looked determined as he walked quickly towards the main hall. As soon as he entered, he saw three people standing in the hall with serious expressions on their faces.
She stepped forward and greeted him. Jiang Lan turned around when she heard the voice. Her already serious face was now covered with a layer of frost, which made Jiang Ling's heart beat fast.
"grandmother......"
Before she could open her mouth, Jiang Lan raised her hand to stop her from saying the rest of the words.
The fifty-year-old man was now blazing with rage. He said in a cold voice, "Someone actually reached out his hand right under my nose and tried to slander my granddaughter-in-law with these unfounded things!"
Jiang Lan angrily shouted coldly and was about to walk out.
"I want to see who this daring thief is!"
Xia Zhixian also slammed the table, and her usual quiet and gentle appearance was completely thrown away.
"It's absolutely despicable! Using such dirty means!"
Jiang Ling was stunned at first, then her heart suddenly relaxed, and she felt a strong sense of security.
Fortunately, they all believed her.
Zhou Ning'an was also very angry, but he still stopped the two elderly people and asked someone to pull them back.
"Grandma, mother, calm down first."
Jiang Ling also hurried forward, "Yes, being anxious won't solve the current predicament."
"Where is Huan'an? Is she in the mansion? I wonder if she is injured." she asked.
Xia Zhixian took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. Remembering that both of them were pregnant, she hurriedly pulled them to sit down.
He explained, "Huan'an went to visit a friend early in the morning and is not at home."
Jiang Ling felt a little relieved. Zhou Huaixin and Zhou Ke had both gone to Xiyuan Yaji, and there was no master in the mansion at the moment.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ling's heart, which had just calmed down, began to lift again.
Xiyuan Yaji......
I don’t know how Zhou Jing’an is doing.
At this moment, a loud thunder suddenly sounded outside the house, and it seemed that the ground was shaking slightly.
Jiang Ling's heart was in turmoil as she looked at the gloomy sky outside, which was covered with dark clouds and seemed to be about to rain.
He murmured softly, "This day is going to change."
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The moment the Zhou family's ancestral hall caught fire, something unusual finally happened in Xiyuan.
Feng Yu smiled and looked at the man in black who fell from the sky, but he still sat at the first seat at the banquet, motionless.
He even winked at Zhou Jing'an beside him with interest.
"No words, he finally came."
Zhou Jing'an had already taken the sword from Ye Song, rolled up his sleeves leisurely, rolled up the bamboo leaves embroidered with silver thread, lowered his eyes and smiled.
He learned his lesson today and didn't wear the clothes Jiang Ling gave him, so he didn't feel bad even if they were damaged.
"Shengyuan." He smiled and said, "Don't hold me back."
He called Feng Yu by his given name, which made Feng Yu raise his eyebrows, as if he was back to the old days.
He stood up slowly, unbuttoned his clothes, took off his coat, revealing a piece of clothing underneath that was exactly the same as Zhou Jing'an's.
The wine, fruits and tea at the banquet had been spilled on the ground. Innocent court officials and their families were screaming and hiding everywhere. The guards of the Duke of Anguo and the Duke of Qi were bravely fighting with the men in black. The scene was in chaos.
Feng Yu straightened his sleeves and hummed softly, "It's true that I haven't exercised for a long time, but..."
Zhou Jing'an raised his hand and threw the sword to him. Feng Yu took it calmly, raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"I'm not inferior to you in knife fighting."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Looking back, Ye Song, Ye Bai, Xiao Jia and the others, plus the Dark Edge team led by Xiang Feng, were all dressed in black, wearing masks to cover their faces. They were about the same height and size. At first glance, they looked like countless clones of one person.
Ye Song presented the two men's masks, "Your Majesty, Young Master."
"Yeah." Feng Yu took it, looked it over, and said jokingly, "This is the first time I'm dressed the same as so many people."
Zhou Jing'an took it and put it on neatly, picked up his sword, and was ready to go.
He turned to look at Feng Yu, "Shengyuan, hurry up, everyone is waiting for you."
The smiling urging sounded muffled through the wooden mask, but Feng Yu was happy to hear it and raised his hand to put on the mask.
He chuckled as he picked up his sword and said, "How dare you rush me."
At this time, the men in black had almost killed all the guards and were approaching Feng Yu and Zhou Jing'an at a very fast speed.
A man in black rushed over and headed straight for Feng Yu.
Feng Yu dodged quickly, raised his hand, and with a little effort, he left a knife wound on the neck of the man in black.
In just a moment, the skin was torn and blood was flowing.
Feng Yu laughed loudly and said, "As usual, let's see who kills the most."
After saying that, he rushed into the crowd nimbly.
Zhou Jing'an curled his lips, a hint of interest in his eyes, but in his heart he was scorning, "Still the same as before, always vying for supremacy in everything."
But he responded, "That's Bibi."
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