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He sat up and looked around. The sun was already shining brightly.

If someone knocked her out yesterday, then … Was it for nothing?

Thinking of this, the cold spring spirit immediately jumped out of bed and ran towards the mansion like a madman.

She only needed to know if he was all right. She just needed to know if he was safe and sound.

The cold spring spirit sprinted along the garden. Just as it was about to enter the mansion through the back door, it was suddenly stopped by someone and pulled to the side.

"You went crazy outside last night. A lot of people knew that it was you who harmed the young commander-in-chief, and now you still dare to enter the mansion?"

Little Xia held onto Cold Spring with a dark face, trying her best not to attract anyone's attention.

"How is the Young Marshal?" Is something wrong? " Leng Quan Ling saw that it was Xiao Xia, and immediately grabbed her shoulder and asked.

"The young marshal left on his own accord. Right now, the mansion is in chaos, but I don't know the details."

Little Xia was a servant after all, the information she could get was limited.

After hearing the news that Bai Tong had left, the expression on Leng Quan Ling's face immediately changed … White.

What kind of person was this council member? How could he make such a move against him?

Who was Leng Yujiang trying to curry favor with? How could he dare to go head to head with the marshal's residence?!

There were too many mysteries to be solved, and the spirit of the cold spring was helpless.

She had done him harm, but she could not save him. She could not even sit down.

That's right!

As the cold spring spirit shed tears in despair, she suddenly thought of a person, this person may have a way to help Bai Ran.

She pushed open Little Xia's door and ran towards it. She stopped the rickshaw and headed straight for a place she was familiar with.

"Hello, I'm from the Commander's Manor. I'm looking for young master."

After Leng Quan Ling knocked on the door, he reported to the person who opened the door, and very quickly, he jogged back, panting as he asked, "We asked the young master who you are?"

"Old friends." Tell him to come and see me, thank you! "

She wanted him to help her, or maybe she could get some information.

Soon, he walked over from that side with his hands in his pockets.

"Let me ask you, was the clothing incident by accident or did you do it intentionally? Whose orders? "What exactly are your plans to enter the mansion?"

The face that greeted him was especially unsightly. He did not wear his glasses today, so the fierce light in his eyes was very sharp. He made others look at him with fear in their hearts.

"I was deceived, it was Leng Yujiang who deceived me, he purposely wanted to kill me."

Leng Quan Ling took a step forward, directly meeting Zi Wen's gaze. She wanted to explain this matter clearly.

"Anyway, it's your and Leng Yujiang's masterpiece, right?"

After thinking for a moment, he asked.

The cold spring spirit listened, not knowing how to answer.

Just as she was hesitating, Xiang Ziqi suddenly sneered, turned around, and called for his servants to close the door.

"Young Master, do you know how the Young Marshal is doing now?"

The Cold Spring Spirit hurriedly stepped forward, grabbing the door and shouting at the people inside.

However, Xiang Zi didn't listen to her and left in big strides.

Ignoring the fact that he had no channels to find out about the news, the Leng Clan could never return. And now …

The only option was to return to the estate. Meng Yujun would definitely know.

After making up his mind, the cold spring spirit rushed back to the marshal's residence and directly entered the mansion.

Sure enough, Meng Yujun was sitting in the main hall, holding her head in her hands. Clearly, she was very upset.

"How is the Young Marshal?"

The cold spring spirit's voice echoed in the silent hall, becoming exceptionally shrill and abrupt.

It also attracted the attention of Meng Yujun.

"You slut, you ran away just like that. You didn't think you would dare to come back!"

Meng Yujun had no place to vent her anger. She couldn't wait to pull out the one that killed her. She stood up and looked into the eyes of the Cold Spring Spirit.

"You must have a way, right? Will he be okay? "

Leng Quan Ling's mind was completely blank. She felt extremely guilty. She didn't have time to pay attention to Meng Yujun.

"I heard that it was you who did this?" Meng Yujun was silent for a moment, then asked.

"I was also deceived by my father. He only said that he would do a favor for the owner of Drunken Wine Tower, and I agreed to help him with that as soon as I saw how easy it was." "I didn't expect him to deliberately frame Bai, but …"

The spirit of the cold spring could feel the cold seeping into her bones. She could not help but hug her arm and tremble.

Why did things turn out this way?

He was completely on guard. In the end, he still fell into Leng Yujiang's hands!

"Are you the one who calls me Bai Jiran? Someone, tie her up and beat her to death! "

Meng Yujun raised her voice and interrupted the spirit of the cold spring. She turned around and waved to the servant outside the door. For example, the one who used to beat up the dog, this kind of ominous woman, if I don't kill her, I'll destroy the marshal's residence! "

In the next second, five or six servants rushed in from outside. Each of them had a fierce look on their face and were all holding wooden sticks that were as thick as an arm.

It was only when the Cold Spring Spirit was tied up that it realized how stupid it was!

Why did he come back to die? Even if she kneeled down to Meng Yujun, she wouldn't be able to get any information about him.

An enormous guilt clouded her heart, causing her to turn around and return to the Handsome Manor …

At that time, there were only three words in her mind, 'in vain'.

The Cold Spring Spirit was tied up with a big hemp rope and fell to the ground, unable to move.

In the next second, Meng Yujun grabbed a wooden stick from a servant's hand and swung it at Leng Quan Ling's head.

Immediately afterwards, those people raised the wooden sticks in their hands and mercilessly smashed down on his body.

Meng Yujun was thin and weak, but this hit didn't seem to save him any strength.

Cold Spring's mind buzzed and his vision blurred for a long time. A dark red blood flowed down from her forehead.

The pain in her body continued. It seemed that if she didn't die today, Meng Yujun wouldn't let her go.

"Madam, are we really going to kill him?"

Suddenly, one of the servants stopped and turned to look at Meng Yujun, saying in a low voice, "Killing her in the Commander's Mansion is too eye-catching."

Meng Yujun was so angry earlier that she really wanted to beat her to death, but now that she was feeling slightly better, she thought a little too much.

Killing her here was the same as saying that he didn't care about her honor. If she didn't look good on his left or right, it was very likely that this young marshal would come to settle the score with her.

It would be better to pull it out and deal with it.

"Chase her out of the marshal's residence and leave her to fend for herself."

Meng Yujun waved to the man in front of her. At the same time, she secretly lowered her eyebrows and slowly opened her eyes. It could be considered as her signal to the man in front of her.

They all knew each other.

"Yes, ma'am."

The cold spring spirit was put into a sack and thrown into the trunk of the car. After a long period of shaking, the car stopped.