I'm being targeted by the villains

"The Wen family's reputation is gone, so do I want my reputation?" Wen Zi glared angrily, just about to get angry when the curtain inside the sedan chair was suddenly opened, and it was Hong Lie who poked in.

"Miss Wen Zi, your sedan chair has been parked here for a long time, is there someone in front blocking your way?" The man spoke with a sneer, but his tone was not very nice.

This aroused the anger in the woman's heart even more, she sneered: "What did the general say, you and I went back to Wen's mansion together, and the sedan chair won't leave, so are you going to blame me?"

The two haven't gotten married yet, and they're already at each other's throats. One can imagine how unhappy this marriage is.

The man didn't bother to respond to her sarcastic remarks, but he didn't expect Honglie to get off the horse next to him and get into the sedan chair in the next second.

The small and exquisite sedan chair borne the weight of a man for no reason, and it leaned forward a little, and the man said to the servant beside him: "You step back first, I have something to say with your lady."

"I..." The servant girl glanced at Wen Zi and then at Hong Lie, unable to make up her mind.

Of course Wen Zi didn't want to. Before she could speak, Hong Lie took out a small knife from her waist and slowly played with it: "Really? Didn't you not listen to what I said?"

Everyone in the Gaoshan Kingdom has a strong temperament, and the servants are afraid after all: "The servants will resign."

And when the two of them were left in the sedan chair, neither of them spoke first, after all, it would be superfluous to say anything with different temperaments.

Hong Lie kept playing with it in his hand, the extremely small and exquisite knife placed on his palm didn't seem to fit well.

The man's hands are big and rough, but the knife in his hand is extremely delicate. The hot and cold blade exudes cold air, and the handle is embroidered with complicated patterns, which makes people feel like a work of art. In the end, because Honglie put away the knife and put it on his waist: "You must not be satisfied with the marriage between us."

Unexpectedly, he said straight to the point, Wen Zi glanced at him, although a little scared, but still said the truth: "Yes, very dissatisfied."

"Then I wasn't the one who forced you to climb into my bed?"

"You..." Wen Zi was just about to speak.In the next second, Honglie pinched her neck.

The woman felt that she couldn't breathe freely, and she was a little scared for a moment. The man's facial features suddenly appeared in front of her, like a god of death, and Hong Lie said word by word: "I don't like our marriage either. Satisfied, if it wasn't for you, I would have returned to Gaoshan country long ago, but it is because of you that I have to stay in Yue country for no reason."

"Use me as an excuse? You can go back if you want, it doesn't have to be like this." The veins on Wen Zi's neck were already protruding, but he still spoke falteringly.

Honglie snorted coldly: "It's fine if you're an ordinary woman, but your father happens to be Old General Wen, the pillar of the Yue Kingdom. Do you think I should stay in the Yue Kingdom?"

Wen Zi couldn't say anything.

"If you don't want to marry, I don't want to marry you either. The marriage between you and me is just a matter of mutual benefit. I hope you don't lose face to me. I will treat you well. If you dare not listen to me, Your fate is like this."

Hong Lie took out a hairpin from Wen Zi's hair, and he broke the hairpin made of strong iron with both hands. The powder floated in the air and almost choked people into Wen Zi's nose. I spoke.

When this news reached Wen Qing's ears, she was drinking tea with Le Meiren. After hearing such a sentence, the woman felt emotional in her heart: "Wen Zi has been arrogant and domineering all her life, and she never thought that the final end will be serious." Marry a man like that."

"So what about General Honglie?" Wen Zi put the teacup on the table, a little dissatisfied with what she said. "General Honglie is a strong man in our Gaoshan country. So many good women are vying to marry him. I think it's really cheap for this Wen Zi."

Le Mei has been favored again, ranking first in the sixth house for a while. Although women have suffered a lot, their temper has not changed much after regaining favor. It is up to one's own temperament to encounter any unfavorable things, but with Wen Qing The two get along pretty well.

Women like her straightforwardness very much, and she has become a close friend in her boudoir after going back and forth.

"Does the general have so many supporters in your mountain country?"

"That's not it." When the little woman said it in a delicate voice, she had no reason to be proud, and suddenly her expression turned cold. "It's just that I don't know how such a good general can fall in love with Wen Zi."

She couldn't figure it out, and I'm afraid everyone couldn't figure it out, and the instigator of this incident was drinking tea.

Wen Qing laughed: "Who can make sense of the matter of female love here?"

"Forget it, I don't want to ask about these things." Le Meiren was extremely free and easy for a while.

Her eyes suddenly changed: "Why don't you see Concubine Rou these days." When she spoke, her eyes were like poisonous snakes.

Concubine Rou and Le Meiren have accumulated so many grievances unknowingly, it's either you die or I live, it's like a game of cat and mouse, Wen Qing watching it is very lively.

Wen Qing didn't agree with her expression, and looked at the several Gesang flowers planted in the popular palace in front of her. The flowers that should have been subjected to strong wind and dust seemed to shrink in the greenhouse, but they still did not lose their demeanor: " I'm afraid Concubine Rou should plan things carefully now."

In the blink of an eye, there were only two days left before the day of sacrifice, and the emperor in the Hall of Mental Cultivation had already retreated from the crowd, the door was half-closed, and the glimmer of light seemed so lonely under the floating dust.

Ye Chengde stood beside him, his dark green eunuch uniform looked a bit tough: "Since you know about this, are you really not going to make any plans?"

The emperor was holding the memorial with his back to him. The memorial had been folded in two and pulled out into an arc. Lin Shangcheng's eyes were fixed on the memorial without moving. It took him a long time to say: "Yes , without any plans."

Ye Chengde became a little anxious: "Your Majesty, these words should not be said by the old slave, but the old slave is really concerned about your safety. This is a matter of life and death. It is better for you to make plans early, after all, there are only two days. gone."

What he is talking about may not be known to others, but the two of them know it clearly in their hearts.

Lin Shangcheng closed his eyes and shook his neck, his Adam's apple creaked with his movements, he put the memorial on the table, and suddenly smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "I am I just want to gamble at the moment."

Take a gamble, everyone is a gambler. Ever since they came to this world, everyone wants to return with a rewarding reward, and doesn't want to lose their fortune. The emperor is like this, Wen Qing is like this, and King Yi is even more like this.