I am not a good person

Zhao Zenian said: "Liu Shao, how can you say that you are the one protecting her this time, I don't believe she doesn't feel anything at all."

After getting along for a while, he got to know Jinli a little bit, and she cared about whoever that girl treated her well.

If Pu Ze comforted her lonely heart again, then the whole person would follow Pu Ze wholeheartedly.

"I..." Pu Ze turned his head unnaturally.

Zhao Zenian stared at him closely: "Do you mind if she cared about me before, or maybe she minded that she used to always say my name, but now she can't save face." The two obviously had a crush on each other, but they stopped because of him forward.

"It's already like this." Pu Ze lay down on the table in distress: "I can't go back to the past, so you don't want to know each other!"

Zhao Zenian was speechless about his thoughts: "So we have to accept the facts and make changes."

"how to change?"

"Well... you can find her a few more times, go uphill or downhill, whatever!" Zhao Zenian didn't really understand: "The more you two get in touch with each other, the more you get to know each other, then the relationship will slowly come out!"

"Is it...?" Pu Ze was a little skeptical: "It's the same with you and Feng Yueyi?"

Zhao Zenian's face turned hot: "Almost. He was poisoned, and I feel sorry for him. I fell off a cliff, and he jumped off with me. Isn't this a promise of life and death?"

Pu Ze was thoughtful.

"I have saved Jin Li, but you have saved her too! If God gives you a chance, if you save her a few more times, her heart will always be on you forever! Do you think it makes sense? "

Pu Ze was dubious: "Is that so?"

Zhao Zenian continued to fiddle with it: "That's it, that's it! If you don't believe me, when Yue Yi comes back, you can ask him!"

Seeing what he said, Pu Ze completely believed it.

Zhao Zenian said again: "Actually, regardless of our identities, at Liu Shao's age, it's not too early to find a wife. The one you like, you still have to grab it, and you can't wait for her to marry someone else, right? no?"

Pu Ze was very moved when he heard it, but he still did not forget to complain: "But she still has you in her heart!"

"Oh, my sixth young master, are you sure she likes me? What if it's just a good impression, just like the big brother?"

Pu Ze asked back: "If she has the same affection for me as her brother, what would you say?"

"Ah?" Zhao Zenian was rarely stuck: "I can't, how can everyone be my brother? Sixth Young Master, you'd better shut up, and be careful that your words will become prophecies, and it will be too late for you to cry!"

Pu Ze was slightly stunned: "What, what, what? What do you mean?"

"Huh?" Zhao Zenian's mouth twitched twice, and he said, "Sixth Young Master is fine, let's read more. I heard that Jin Li likes men with both civil and military skills!"

"Really? Did she even tell you this?" Pu Ze was very upset.

Zhao Zenian felt powerless: "It's good if she says it, and you will know how to do it, so that you can win her heart!"

"Oh..." Pu Ze nodded half-understanding, and quickly changed the subject: "What are you and Gu Ye doing here?"

After Zhao Zenian said so much, his mouth was chapped, and he reluctantly said, "Teach some wicked people a lesson."

Pu Ze's eyes lit up: "Who do you teach?" He likes fighting the most!

Zhao Zenian smiled but said: "The lesson is over, and I'm going to go back in two days."

Pu Ze leaned back disappointedly: "It's boring..."

After a few more words, Zhao Zenian finally sent him away.

Mei Siyuan ran to a restaurant outside and had a big meal, and then received a letter from a friend, saying that she had accepted a concubine from Meijiao, and wanted to make some friends happy.

Mei Siyuan made a lot of preparations that night, and when he was about to leave the next day, Wen Qingning's father, Wenhua, who was also the manager of Meijiabao, happened to be fine, so he brought some people there with him.

After drinking the wedding wine, Mei Siyuan, who was drunk, was carried into the carriage, and Wenhua led the group on horseback, leading the group back to Meijiabao.

Passing through the woods, I didn't realize that gunpowder was buried in the soil, and the carriage exploded suddenly as it passed by.

All of a sudden, the group of horses neighed and became uncontrollable. Half of them ran away in an instant, and the other half was pulled by the horse's owner.

The carriage was blown into countless pieces, Mei Siyuan was rushed away by that force, fell to the grass and rolled several times, suddenly woke up: "What happened!"

He got up from the ground, brushed off the dirt and grass leaves on his body, and went straight to Wenhua's mount: "Uncle! What happened just now?!"

Wenhua pointed to the larger hole that was blown up: "Someone set up an ambush to attack us!"

"Who, who?!" Almost killed by the bomb, Mei Siyuan was terrified, grabbed Wenhua's clothes uneasily, and peeked around.

Wen Hua shook his head: "I don't know for now, but it must be for you!"

"Ah?" Mei Siyuan took another step closer: "Who is the one who attacked, and why hasn't he appeared? Is it because I am not dead that he dare not come out?"

"No, I can feel people hiding in the woods." Wenhua bent down and said in a low voice, "Siyuan, I'll let someone protect you first."

A look of hesitation flashed across Mei Siyuan's face: "Uncle wants to stay? But if the thief's martial arts are better..."

"You go first, then call someone over."

Mei Siyuan understood, got on a subordinate's horse, and ran away quickly with half of the people.

Seeing that Mei Siyuan led the people away without a trace, after waiting for a while, the people in the woods did not show up, Wen Hua suddenly felt bad: maybe he was wrong, these people are probably coming for him!

If it was aimed at Mei Siyuan, he should stop him and prevent Mei Siyuan from leaving.

As soon as Wenhua thought of this level, his premonition came true.

A few black-clothed masked men emerged from the woods, descended from the sky and landed on the surroundings, just surrounding the Meijiabao group in the center.

Wen Hua asked sharply, "Who are you?"

As soon as the words fell, another person descended from the sky, with jet-black waist-length hair half draped and half tied, and a black cloth covering his face, but he was wearing a crow-blue cloak with a stand-up collar, embroidered with complicated and gorgeous colorful makeup flowers, and the workmanship was extremely exquisite , like an extraordinary person.

The man landed on the open space in the middle, with his hands behind his back, he walked towards Wenhua's horse step by step.

Wenhua looked at him coldly: "Who is your Excellency? You planted explosives here and almost hurt the master of my family's young castle. Did you make a mistake, or did you deliberately make an enemy of my Meijiabao?!"

The man only showed a smooth and white forehead and a pair of cold and indifferent eyebrows. Hearing this, his eyes rolled down: "Boss Wen, can you hear my voice?"

Wen Hua was startled, and replied hesitantly: "It sounds familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere."

"Then I would like to remind you." The man said, wandering around in front of the horse: "When Mei Xingfeng got married, Master Mei introduced several young juniors to Master Meibao, and then Director Wen was on the sidelines. Bar?"

Wen Hua thought about it for a while, and couldn't help but uttered in shock: "You are..."

He narrowed his eyes: "Since you are friends with the Second Master, Young Master Xingfeng and Miss Rui, why did you behave like this today?"

The man shook his head lightly: "Boss Wen is wrong, I am not against Meijiabao, I am against you!"

Wen Hua was stunned for a moment, his whole body vigilant, and asked in a slow tone: "When will I offend you?"

The man stopped in his tracks, raised his head slightly and looked at the sky that was getting lower and lower: "13 years ago, you planned to murder someone, remember?"

"13 years ago?" Wen Hua lowered his head slightly, thinking, his expression changed drastically, and his fingers stretched out, trembling uncontrollably: "You, you are..."

The man interrupted him: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is the evil fruit you planted with your own hands, and now you should taste it yourself!"

Wen Hua stared at him in disbelief, holding the rein tightly with both hands.

The man smiled slightly: "As you wish." After speaking, he pulled off the black cloth on his face.

It was Zhao Zenian.

Wenhua had already guessed it was him from his voice, and now he kept looking at him, just to find the shadow from him back then, the similarities with that person back then.

In the end, it was a pity to find that there were very few similarities. After more than ten years, people have completely changed.

Wenhua's expression was complicated, and her emotions were even more complicated: "You, you are still alive..."

Zhao Zenian looked at him with a hint of sneer, and said in a normal tone, "I thought at this moment, the first question you thought of should be killing someone to silence you."

Wen Hua's eyes turned cold, and he drew out the sword hanging on the horse with his right hand: "I'm going to do this!"

With a flash of sword light, Zhao Zenian managed to dodge it. A shallow pit more than one meter long and two fingers wide appeared where he was standing just now. He glanced at it and smiled: "Director Wen, it seems that in the past ten years, You never slack off in your practice."

Wenhua interface: "That's exactly for killing you today! This time I will pierce your heart with my own sword and let you die!"

"Hehehe!"

Zhao Zenian let out a disdainful sneer, took a long sword thrown by a man in black, and casually pulled out a beautiful sword flower: "You think I'm still the one who knew nothing and was kept in the dark by you? Little boy?"

Wen Hua's eyes were cold and stern: "Of course I know you are not, otherwise you wouldn't come to seek revenge on me until now!"

The two of them were talking and fighting, and a hundred strokes had passed between a few words.

The more he hits down, the more frightened Wenhua is. The swordsmanship he is proud of confronts the man in front of him, but it turns out to be a big witch, and gradually becomes powerless.

Helpless, he had no choice but to fight for his internal strength, but was shocked to find that the other party's internal strength was far deeper than his, and it was by no means what ordinary people could possess at this age!

In a trance, Wenhua's chest was cut horizontally and a long one, the blood seeped through the clothes and dripped on the ground.

Wenhua has been able to get to this position today, apart from relying on his sister's relationship, he is also a scheming and scheming person at heart, knowing that his skills are not as good as the other party's.

When the two swords were shackling each other and their palms were touching each other, Wen Hua took advantage of this force to slide backwards. After sliding a certain distance, he suddenly turned around and jumped into the air—planning to escape by this method .

As soon as Zhao Zenian raised his eyes, he saw through his thoughts, and immediately threw the sword in his hand with [-]% force!