Quick Wear: Pregnant Beauty and Childbirth Plan

When he learned that Hu Yanzhang sent a tiger to Wen Ya, Hu Yanlie hurried over.

At the door of Wenya's tent, sure enough, there was a huge iron cage containing a tiger that had obviously been starved for many days.

Hu Yanlie ordered his men to tie the tiger tightly.

Then someone sent the entire iron cage back to the Colosseum.

If such a ferocious beast were to break free from the iron cage and escape, it would probably harm many people's lives.

"Quinxi, send someone to secretly guard the Yan family's tent tomorrow. If anything unusual happens again, please notify me in time."

Quincy nodded and asked:

"Your Majesty, won't you go in and see the Yan family?"

It was getting late now, and there were no candles lit in Wenya's tent, so he might have gone to sleep.

"No, let's go."

Recently, he had to gather people to make preparations, and he was very busy and tired. At this point, it was better not to disturb Wen Ya.

In this way, Hu Yanlie came and went, but Wen Ya didn't know.

Because she was actually not in the big tent.

Instead, it was in the textile tent opened for the female slaves to knit sweaters.

After she received a letter from the caravan, she said that the woolen sweater was being sent out, but it was sold out when it arrived at the border. Too many people bought it, and everyone felt that the sweater was warm and cold-resistant, soft to the touch, and very comfortable to wear.

Wen Ya quickly arranged a new tent specifically for knitting sweaters.

She also drew drawings of each stitch method and planned to teach them to the female slaves.

At this moment, she finished another drawing and fell asleep on the table.

In my sleep, I suddenly felt a heart palpitations...

The surroundings were so quiet that Wen Ya suddenly woke up.

When she opened her eyes, she realized that an outsider had broken into the textile tent. The person was very close, right behind her, with his hands on her shoulders.

Glancing over with gentle eyes, she saw that the hands on her shoulders were covered with old wrinkles.

This hand undoubtedly belongs to Hu Yanzhang.

In an instant, Wen Ya's face turned pale, and her eyes couldn't help but widen with surprise and fear.

"My beautiful Mr. Yan, it's been an afternoon, are you okay?"

Hu Yanzhang was not surprised, Wen Ya's expression was full of fear.

His left arm was wrapped in a thick bandage, but it could still hold Wen Ya's shoulder firmly. His expression was disgusting, and he wanted to strangle Wen Ya to death.

"Someone is coming, someone is coming..."

Wen Ya immediately shouted loudly, but no one came in outside the textile tent.

Despite her anxious calls, Hu Yanzhang let go of her shoulders, relaxed and sat on the chair nearby, and couldn't help but sneer:

"Mr. Yan is so brave, daring to have an affair with the king's brother, and yet she is so repulsive when she sees my real husband?"

Wen Ya did not answer, but asked: "Hu Yanzhang, do you want to kill people and silence them?"

The bad old man suddenly burst into laughter, and he said: "Hahahahaha, the entire Northern Desert belongs to me. Even if I am afraid that your father will come and kill me, if you are dead, what's the use of him coming!

"It's just... letting you die is too cheap for you and Hu Yanlie."

"Tell me, if I sleep with you, will my good brother Wang still want you?"

Seeing Hu Yanzhang approaching step by step again. This bad old man who is nearly fifty years old wants to destroy what he can get. Wen Ya acted extremely panicked and murmured:

"Hu Yanlie, help, Hu Yanlie..."

"Stop barking, he won't come over. He just left your tent and moved the tiger I gave you."

"This is a textile tent. My Dalan clan, no one will come to save you today..."

But at this moment, Wen Ya's expression suddenly changed, and even her tone became much colder:

"Oh? Really, Your Majesty?"

She looked down upon Hu Yanzhang arrogantly, with an extremely calm expression on her face. She quickly and decisively plunged all the knitting needles into Hu Yanzhang's abdomen.

"you you you……"

"What's wrong with me?"

"You're right, no one will come to save me, but I can save myself!"

"I was really scared just now. If I didn't act so scared, how could I have deceived you, hehe~"

Then, the strength in Wen Ya's hand was a little rough. This sweater needle had been improved. It was no longer the wooden needle it used to be, but an iron needle. The needle tip was so sharp that it was taken from Quincy.

Now, he has seen blood, which can be said to be a good start!

"You, you, you...bitch...people..."

Wen Ya increased her strength, and in an instant, the bundle of sweater needles pierced Hu Yanzhang's abdomen.

The bad old man waved his hands, trying to strangle Wen Ya's neck, but unfortunately, he no longer had the strength to lift his hands.

Because he died.

Wen Ya let go of her hand in disgust, feeling extremely sick.

She might have stabbed Hu Yanzhang's intestines with a knitting needle, and there was some yellow and black stuff on her hands, which must have been feces.

It stinks and is so unlucky!

"Wenya!"

The curtain was opened again, and Hu Yanlie strode over belatedly. His face was extremely cold, especially when he saw that Hu Yanzhang was dead.

So, he stretched out his long arms and took Wen Ya into his arms.

Wen Ya pushed him nervously.

"No, no, no, don't hug me."

"My hands are full of shit!"

Hu Yanlie burst into tears and laughed. When he came, he was so panicked. Now, he couldn't laugh or cry.

Immediately, Hu Yanlie called Quinxi in and disposed of Hu Yanzhang's body.

Hu Yanlie looked at the white wool on the side, which was still scattered with Hu Yanzhang's blood, and secretly regretted that he had been careless.

At this time, he brought a basin of hot water, rolled up Wen Ya's sleeves, took the soap himself, and washed her hands.

The two were very close, and Wen Ya felt that his breathing was slightly disordered.

"Sorry, I am late."

Hu Yanlie lowered his head and carefully scrubbed Wen Ya's fingers.

"Don't worry, there won't be a next time."

Wen Ya didn't care, "It's okay, I'm fine!"

Hu Yanlie wanted to continue speaking, but Wen Ya interrupted him:

"Did you kill someone too?"

Wen Ya could smell the strong smell of blood spreading on his clothes.

"Who did you kill?"

Hu Yanlie replied: "I was worried, so I came to see you anyway. Seeing that there was no one in your tent, I guessed that you should be here."

"On the way here, I met He Lianxiao's servant Ivan. That person should be watching you secretly. I dealt with him, which delayed the time to come to you."

Wen Ya asked: "Ivan?"

"So, He Lianxiao should know about us? Then Hu Yanzhang is dead now, will anything happen?"

"No, probably in these few days, everything... will be over."

Hu Yanlie wiped Wen Ya's hands clean, and then he directly picked up Wen Ya. His palms were warm and he picked her up in his arms.

She was as light as a feather.

Just like that, I walked out of the textile tent.

Wen Ya asked him: "Doesn't this mean we don't have to hide anymore?"