"He...could he be Gu Zhihua?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Ping'er nodded stiffly, her eyes fixed on the man and woman embracing each other in the pavilion in front of them like a poisoned knife.

Yang Ruoqing secretly took a breath. The crowd's eyes were really sharp. Matchmaker Zhao and others said that there was something fishy about Gu Zhihua's cousins. It was true!

Hiding in this pure place of Buddhism to have a private meeting, cuddling and hugging each other, the two of them behaved in a really despicable and despicable way, and they insulted the pure place of Buddhism.

"This won't work. I want to go over and question him face to face and see how he makes excuses!"

Seeing Ping'er about to rush over, Yang Ruoqing quickly grabbed her.

"Impulse is the devil. Let's hide first and listen to what they are saying before making a decision. If you rush out hastily, you will make things wrong."

Ping'er had no choice but to be patient and was dragged closer to the pavilion by Yang Ruoqing, using the layers of bamboo as cover.

Yang Ruoqing had a good ear, so she could actually hear what they were saying even if she was standing in the previous place. The reason why she moved forward was mainly to take care of Ping'er.

A clear conversation has reached their ears:

"...I don't ask for anything, and I don't want a status. I just hope to stay by your side, look at you, accompany you, wait for you to study, serve you tea and water, and sew and starch your clothes.

I will squeeze your shoulders when you are tired from reading, just like we did when we were kids..."

"I don't care if outsiders throw dirty water on me. As long as you believe in me, I will have no regrets. I am sincerely happy for you when my brother and sister marry you. I know that I am not worthy of marrying you. I only hope that my brother and sister can marry you."

Take good care of you on my behalf..."

"Cousin, don't worry, my heart has always been with you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have asked a country girl to be my wife."

"The girls from the three families before were either rich or powerful, so it was difficult to manipulate them when they got married."

"That Huahua, I have inquired about it. She is an orphan from a merchant family and was raised by the maid next to her late mother. Her vision and knowledge must be vulgar. Even if she has learned a few words, she is not blind at most.

, How can I compare with you, my cousin? You grew up with me in school, you are a beauty in your sleeves, and a confidante."

"It was a mistake when you married into that family. Fortunately, God gave us a chance to make up for it. Don't worry this time, I won't let you go no matter what. You just have to endure it outside for five or six days, ten days at most, waiting for the bride to come in.

I convinced her to let you into the house, and we will never be separated from now on!"

These were Gu Zhihua's exact words. He stroked his cousin Shuhua's hair and said them word by word.

The words passed into Yang Ruoqing's ears without missing a word, which also made Ping'er feel chilled.

Ping'er's nails dug deeply into the bamboo. She dug out several deep marks on the intact bamboo. Her own nails were also curled and broken, and her fingers were dripping with blood.

She was completely unaware of it, staring at the pavilion with cold eyes without blinking, and her whole body was shaking with anger.

"Qing'er, do you have a knife on you?" she asked suddenly.

Yang Ruoqing naturally had a knife on her body, but she couldn't lend it to Ping'er.

"What do you want a knife for?" she asked.

Ping'er gritted her teeth: "I'm going to go up and kill that couple!"

Yang Ruoqing guessed it.

"Don't be stupid. They won't dirty your hands yet. Don't alert them yet. Come back with me and we'll discuss it later!"

Yang Ruoqing reached out and grabbed Ping'er's hand, but Ping'er didn't move.

"I want to scratch that woman's face, you vixen!" Ping'er's voice trembled, and her usually gentle, amiable and kind-hearted facial features became ferociously distorted.

"Ping'er, listen to me. To deal with such people, if you rush up and kill them with a knife, it will be easier for them. I have a more suitable way to torture them."

Yang Ruoqing forcibly dragged Ping'er away, left the temple, and returned to the carriage at the foot of the mountain.

After putting Ping'er into the carriage and lowering the curtain, Yang Ruoqing said to Luo Fengtang: "Go straight back to the restaurant."

Luo Fengtang saw Ping'er's expression before, which was very bad. He didn't ask any questions, got in the car, waved his riding whip, turned around and left.

Yang Ruoqing did not enter the carriage, but sat side by side with Luo Fengtang outside. As expected, as soon as the carriage drove a short distance away, Ping'er's suppressed cries rang out from the carriage behind her...

After returning to the restaurant, Ping'er closed the door and lay on the bed, finally wailing.

Yang Ruoqing sat sideways on the edge of the bed, caressing Ping'er's back: "You've been crying all the way, so you're done. Come on, I'll pour you some hot water. You sit up and wash your face. Let's discuss business."

Ping'er finally sat up, and Yang Ruoqing helped her to the washbasin.

When he sat down again, there was nothing unusual except that his face was unusually pale and his eyes were red.

"Tell me about your next plan." Yang Ruoqing said.

Ping'er took a deep breath and raised her eyes to look at Yang Ruoqing: "It's not urgent to take revenge on them. The top priority is to stop this marriage."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "That's right, Gu Zhihua's heart is obviously gripped by his cousin. If Huahua marries her, he will jump into a pit of fire and there will be no chance of success."

Ping'er said: "I'm still saying it. It's not unusual for a powerful man to have three wives and four concubines, but the concubines must be used to give birth to children. If that concubine is lucky enough to fall into the male master's house,

In my heart, it is a disaster for the mistress, and it is not uncommon for a concubine to spoil her wife."

"That cousin Shuhua, Huahua is no match for her at all! Moreover, did you hear their last few words to Qing'er? Gu Zhihua said that when he gets hold of Huahua, he will first take in concubines and then raise his wife."

"Fair wife, how terrible. Now they make Huahua the official wife just to cover up people's eyes and ears. One day in the future, when Gu Zhihua passes the imperial examination and becomes a Jinshi, they will use a black trick to kill Huahua. That

Shuhua is Gu Zhihua's legitimate wife. Others are afraid of his high position and do not dare to say anything, but my Huahua has become a stepping stone for Shuhua to rise to the top, and she has just wandered into muddy water like this!"

"No, I'm going back to the village right now, and I want to tell Zhou Sheng!"

Yang Ruoqing grabbed her and said, "It's already noon. Even if we go back now, we won't be able to get home until tomorrow. Both the people and the horses are suffering. Let's rest for the night and set off early tomorrow morning. We can get home by this time tomorrow. It's still too late to stop us.

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That night, Ping'er tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

As long as you close your eyelids, you will see the two figures hugging each other tightly in the pavilion, as well as those heart-wrenching words.

The more Ping'er thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became. She felt aggrieved for herself, and Huahua aggrieved even more.

Although the daughter she worked so hard to raise was not her biological child, she had already regarded Huahua as her own after so many years of friendship.

She taught her needlework, etiquette and morals. In order to improve her cultivation and knowledge, she even spent money to send her to the town to study piano, chess, calligraphy and painting in Wanghai County...

The box full of jewelry and dowry would be worth nearly three to four hundred taels of silver in banknotes!

With three to four hundred taels of silver, even if Gu Zhihua was not a scholar but was just a poor scholar, he could rely on his wife's dowry to live a lifetime of food and clothing!

But what about Gu Zhihua? He regards Huahua as a country bumpkin, a stepping stone for his cousin Shuhua to take the position of head wife!
Chapter completed!