Forced to be a third person: I turned around and left the palace to marry a villain

"Oh! This little guy is so handsome! He looks like a big girl!" Wang Ruixuan didn't recognize Jiang Xue because he was dressed in men's clothing, so he approached him with a smile. Mo Tian, ​​with quick eyes and quick hands, stood in front of him.

Wang Ruixuan immediately put on airs and kicked Mo Tian away: "Get away! You're in my way!"

With a "click", Wang Ruixuan's ankle was firmly locked by Mo Tian, ​​and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not move.

"You brat, you are tired of living! I am the noble young master of Zongzheng Mansion! How dare you disrespect me! The lesson you learned last time was not enough, right! Let go, or I will beat you to the ground this time. !”

While Wang Ruixuan was shouting, he motioned for his men to swarm forward, hoping to repeat the last victory.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, the ground was filled with the screams of the Wang family's entourage, and even Wang Ruixuan himself lay on the ground groaning.

Mo Tian stood aside with his hands behind his back, watching calmly. Jiang Xue had already taken advantage of the chaos and slipped into the depths of Wanbao Tower. After some twists and turns, he found a hidden cubicle.

As soon as the door closed, a man's voice sounded from behind: "Who are you?"

When she turned around, she saw a scholar holding a pen and looking at her doubtfully. Jiang Xue glanced at the full sheet of paper in front of him, and the three characters "General Policy" were clearly written on the front page.

"Master Jiang Chen, please have tea." The scholar moved the books on the table to make room for Jiang Xue to place a cup. Jiang Xue was inconvenient to reveal her true identity, so she borrowed the name of her brother Jiang Chen to deal with it.

She picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "May I ask the young master's name?"

"I'm Lin Wenxing." The scholar bowed his hand in return.

"Lin Wenxing, what a good name." Jiang Xue praised, looking over "General Policy": "The handwriting is neat and powerful, and the calligraphy is excellent. Seeing that Brother Lin is so talented in writing and has unique insights, is this book written by you?"

"This..." Lin Wenxing hesitated for a moment and smiled bitterly: "Yes, and no."

"Oh? Yes, it means, no, it means no. Brother Lin's answer is confusing."

The complex emotions on his face seemed to have unspeakable hidden meanings and difficulties, which aroused Jiang Xue's strong curiosity.

"Say yes, this "General's Policy" is indeed written by me." Lin Wenxing stared at the title of the book, sighed and put down the pen, "Say no, because this is not what I wanted to write."

"I was forced to do it." Jiang Xue hit the nail on the head, "Then, who is it that made Brother Lin go against his will?"

"As for the high position of human rights and the huge power, it would be better for Brother Jiang not to ask, so as not to harm innocent people."

Lin Wenxing shook his head, obviously unwilling to involve others.

"High position and authority..." Jiang Xue repeated silently in her mind, looking up and down at Lin Wenxing. The scholar in front of him was dressed in coarse cloth. Apart from his bookish air, he had nothing of value. He was a typical boy from a poor family.

How could a humble citizen mess with that big shot in the clouds?

"Since Brother Lin doesn't want to reveal it, I won't force it. It's just that I'm curious, what is the purpose of the person behind Brother Lin's ink?"

Jiang Xue took out the book "General Policy" given by Xiao Zhan and waved it in front of Lin Wenxing: "I read this book. It records the great achievements of the generals in Beiling. There is nothing strange about it.

But the strange thing is that despite the gathering of heroes, the deeds of Marquis Zhenbei are so numerous that they almost overwhelm the spine of the book. The praise at the end is simply to be praised to the heavens.

Once this book is circulated in Yujing City, if it falls into the ears of the emperor, the Lord of Zhenbei may be in trouble. "

Jiang Xue's words were like a sharp dagger, cutting through Lin Wenxing's heart. How could he not know the weight of this book, but the life of the whole family is in the hands of others. If they don't follow the instructions, the elderly parents and the weak sister will have no way of survival.

"Brother Jiang, please stop mentioning it. I am writing this book against my conscience. It is really helpless for me."

Lin Wenxing has reached his limit after being oppressed for so long. If it weren't for his family, he would have committed suicide long ago! From the day he accepted the mission, he had been imprisoned here without seeing the light of day. Even food was delivered through a small window, occasionally mixed with notes of instructions.

When I met Jiang Xue today, I finally had a chance to talk.

"Tell me about your helplessness, maybe I can help."

Lin Wenxing was exhausted both physically and mentally. Seeing this, Jiang Xue stopped pressuring and instead used gentle words to inquire.

Seeing Jiang Xue's extraordinary temperament and good conversation, Lin Wenxing felt a glimmer of hope that maybe this person could really help him.

"I come from a poor family and only know how to read. I wanted to stand up in the imperial examinations, but failed. To make ends meet, I taught for a living. Three months ago, I got an article by chance. A nobleman took notice of me and invited me to come to Beijing to write a book.

The remuneration was generous, several times that of teaching. It happened that my sister was getting married and was short of dowry money, so I took the job. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered Beijing, he was bagged and brought here. Apart from three meals a day and a note with instructions, there was no one around.

They forced me to write "General Policy" and threatened to kill my family, so I had no choice but to obey. "

After Lin Wenxing finished speaking, Jiang Xue realized that "General Policy" was born under this kind of pressure. The whole thing was well planned and obviously premeditated. Lin Wenxing came to Beijing three months ago, just in time for rumors about the return of the Marquis of Zhenbei.

"Do you still remember the appearance of that noble man?" Jiang Xue leaned forward slightly, with concern in her tone.

"A tall and thin man with slender eyebrows and a very deep groove under his nose. His height is estimated to be about five feet and seven inches, and he is on the thin side." Lin Wenxing tried his best to recall and describe the man's features one by one.

Jiang Xue frowned, looking for a needle in a haystack. With just this vague description of his appearance, it would be difficult to pinpoint the target.

"Brother Lin, doesn't he have any special marks? What's his accent? How do others call him? Or does he have any special marks, scars, etc. on his body?" Jiang Xue asked relentlessly.

"This...I..." Lin Wenxing was in trouble: "His Mandarin language is too standard, and he can't recognize who he is from, and the people around him are taciturn. He is the one giving orders. As for the last point that Brother Jiang said..."

He closed his eyes and meditated for a long time, and finally he had a flash of inspiration and opened his eyes suddenly: "One time when I was submitting an article, I accidentally caught a glimpse of a dark scar on his right wrist."

The scar had a strange shape, like a twisted centipede, so Lin Wenxing was quite impressed.

Centipede-shaped scar on right wrist...

Jiang Xue searched in her mind for a long time, but couldn't find a matching person.

Perhaps, His Highness Prince Gong can know?

Xiao Zhan's handsome smile came to mind.

Jiang Xue was stunned, why did she think of him in the first place?

"Brother Jiang?" Seeing that she was distracted, Lin Wenxing called softly.

"Oh, Brother Lin." After coming back to his senses, Jiang Xue said: "I have written down these characteristics, and I will have someone check them. As for you..."

She met Lin Wenxing's expectant eyes: "Don't worry, Feng will keep his word and will help you escape. But before that, I have to ask Brother Lin to cooperate with me."

"As long as I can get out, I will fully cooperate!" Lin Wenxing promised.

After leaving Lin Wenxing's cubicle, Jiang Xue returned to the lobby of Wanbao Tower.

The lobby was in chaos, and no one noticed Jiang Xue's whereabouts.

Mo Tian was looking coldly at Wang Ruixuan and his men who were knocked down by him again.

Wang Ruixuan's face was bruised and bruised, and he was miserable.