General's Runaway Wife

Youshi, Cuiming Mountain

"Furong, Furong..." climbed to the top of Cuiming Mountain.But he didn't see the person who wrote to meet him, Mo Yi couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.How could you not see anyone?Could it be that I came early?

"He's here!" Suddenly, a voice ran into Mo Yi's ears.

Turning around, Mo Yi saw the figure under the big tree in the north at a glance.Although, the distance is not close.However, Mo Yi still clearly recognized the outline of that person.Judging from his body shape, that person was by no means Fu Rong.

Taking a step, Mo Yi walked towards the figure.

"Song Yu???" Coming closer, Mo Yi was taken aback when he saw Song Yu who was dressed in white, sitting leisurely under the big tree, playing with the dagger in his hand.Didn't Furong invite me here?Why Song Yu? ? ?

"Why are you here? Where's Furong? Where is he?" Faintly feeling that something was wrong, Mo Yi's face showed an extremely rare worry, and his brows also unconsciously frowned.

"Below!" Smiling, Song Yu pointed down the mountain with his hand.

Following the direction of Song Yu's finger, Mo Yi looked down the cliff on the north side of Cuiming Mountain.Sure enough, the bound person is hanging on the cliff at this moment, and beside Song Yu, the thick old poplar tree and the rope wrapped around the tree are the only connection between Yu Furong and the top of the mountain at this moment. .

"You..." Glaring, Mo Yi stepped forward to save someone.

Damn it, it turned out that Furong was hung on the cliff by him, worried that the rope binding Furong was not strong enough, worried that the person hanging on the cliff would be thrown off the cliff by Song Yu.Mo Yi was so anxious that he wished he could rush forward to save him immediately.

"Stop, if you take another step forward, I will cut the rope and let your little lover fall to pieces." Song Yu put the dagger in his hand and tied it to the rope on the big tree beside him, making a gesture To cut the rope.

"No, calm down, don't mess around." Shaking his hands cautiously, Mo Yi didn't dare to move his legs anymore.Obviously, Song Yu's threat was very effective.

"Hehe..." Looking at the timid and worried man, Song Yu smiled quite smugly.

"Yu'er, we can sit down and resolve the matter between you and me slowly. Fu Rong is innocent, please don't hurt him. Please..." Standing where he was, Mo Yi softened his tone, looking like everything was going well. Looks good to discuss.

"Shut up. You called Yu'er too?" Song Yu interrupted Mo Yi with a roll of his eyes.

"Princess Six, I know that you resent me and hate me in your heart, but these are matters between you and me, and have nothing to do with a third person. Why do you bother to make things difficult for someone who has nothing to do with it?" Mo Yi hurriedly opened his mouth. Be patient and discuss with the other party.

"Irrelevant? I don't care if he's related or not? As long as it's the people around you, as long as you can make the people you love, I'll kill them all, not too many. Mo Yi, since seven years ago, you killed me When I gave it to that bastard who raped me, I made a solemn oath that in the future, I will definitely come back to Mobei to take revenge, and I must kill everyone around you one by one, and I must make your life worse To die, to die in pain." Staring at that man, Song Yu's eyes were already filled with hatred.

"That's right, I admit that the way of sending you to Jintang back then was indeed ill-considered and somewhat hasty. But, I didn't know at the time that he had already possessed you in advance. Besides, Jintang belongs to the White-toed Kingdom Prince, and he said so swearingly that he would marry you as a princess, I thought you would be happy and live a good life if you followed him, so I agreed to him!"

"Good day? Hahaha..." Song Yu laughed out loud when he heard Mo Yi's words.

"You let me face a beast every day. It's him when I open my eyes, and it's him when I close my eyes. Is this the good life you Mo Yi gave me?" Song Yu asked the man in a cold voice. Memories flooded my mind...

that was seven years ago

Just three days after Hua Jintang met Song Yu in the garden.He came to Song Yu's Yubaozhai...

"Master, you are wearing this dress today, you are so elegant and beautiful!" Standing in front of the dressing table, the little maid Lan'er combed the master's hair, and at the same time flattered and praised her master.

"Hmph, what's the use of looking good? Isn't the general still hanging out with the Twelve Young Masters?"

Alas, I haven't seen the shadow of that man for three whole months. Even if he often wears costumes and sings the man's favorite aria in the garden, it is useless and futile.

Ting Yuxuan of the Twelve Young Masters seems to have become the man's residence. Ever since he got the Twelve Young Master Liu Yan, that man seemed to be possessed by a demon. run over there.

Sigh, I really don't know what is so special about the Twelve Young Masters who were born as slaves?He actually fascinated the king of Mobei so fascinated.

Alas, it doesn't matter if you don't come, but you will have a leisurely time!

"Master, why don't you make a small snack, and this servant will take it to the general. Maybe after the general eats it, he will remember that you are here, master?" Turning her eyes, the little maid thought about it.

The master is not only beautiful, but also a good singer, and the skill of making dim sum is also top-notch. If you let the general eat the dim sum made by the master, I guarantee that the general will have an endless aftertaste. Maybe he will come to Yubao at night when he is happy. Are you fasting?

"Forget it, don't come if you don't come! It's too abrupt and not in compliance with the rules to send dim sum like this." It's too reckless to openly send dim sum to the twelve sons, and it's not beautiful if people get caught.

"Oh, it's true, the general. Those twelve young masters have no appearance, no talents, but they are just a yes-man. How can they be compared to the master? Why do you want to spoil the beauty instead of loving it?" What about a slave?" Opening the mouth, the little maid couldn't help complaining for her master.

Among the twelve sons of the general's mansion, his master is the most outstanding in appearance. Not only is he beautiful, but he also has a good voice, and his singing of Beijing opera is even more melodious.But why, such an outstanding master, is no match for a twelve son who was born as a slave?

This made the little maid very unbalanced.

"Eh? Don't talk nonsense, beware of being overheard by outsiders!" Frowning, Song Yu warned the maid behind her.

"Yes!" Lowering her head, Lan'er didn't dare to speak any more, but combed her long hair carefully and seriously.

After a while, Lan'er combed the master's hair crown and tied it with beautiful jade.

Looking up at herself in the bronze mirror, Song Yu nodded in satisfaction, and was about to praise Lan'er's craftsmanship.

But he found that there was no Lan'er's shadow in the mirror, but another face, a face that Song Yu hated and resented very much.