Qin Huang, lie down obediently

I glanced at Yuan Zi bitterly, then turned to look at Zhao Zheng, "No, she is my younger sister."

Zhao Zheng glanced at me expressionlessly, then turned to look at my father beside me, "Does General Meng have a daughter?"

Meng Wu hurriedly got up and took two steps forward, and stopped beside me, "Except for three dogs, I have no other children."

But it is a fact that she is my sister, "She is really my sister. ···”

I was interrupted by Meng Wu before I finished speaking, he kicked my leg out of the way, I was kicked by him and knelt on the cold and hard ground, my knee hurt.

"The dog is young, I don't intend to offend Wang Wei, and I ask my king to forgive me." My father knelt beside me, pressed my shoulder with one hand, pressed me to the ground, and forbade me to speak.

I couldn't see Zhao Zheng's expression, but I could only hear his voice, "Even if you are young, this king will naturally not blame you. I don't regret that Aiqing must be tired from the march, so let's go back to rest earlier."

"Thank you my king."

My father pulled me up and dragged me out of the palace door, "Let me go, I don't want to go back, Xiaoli is really my sister, I'm not your son, your real son is dead."

"Nizi!" Meng Wu roared angrily, and lifted me out of the palace gate with my belt.

I still yelled into the hall: "Zhao Zheng! You can't let Xiaoli get married, I won't allow it! Zhao... um..." Meng Wu covered his mouth vigorously, and he didn't even have shoes when he left the hall. When he put it on, he directly lifted it all the way to the palace gate and threw it into the cage.

As soon as I was thrown in, I got up and prepared to fight, "I'm going to stop him, Xiaoli is my younger sister, I can't just watch him send her into the fire pit! Father, let me go back!" But Meng Wu imprisoned my hands on the back, tore off a piece of cloth from his official uniform, and stuffed it into my mouth.

"Nizi! Go back and reflect on yourself!"

I am not your son, I accidentally took your son's body, none of you are my relatives, only Xiaoli, only she is my only flesh and blood relative in this world.You can't be so cruel, let me go back, I must stop him!

But these words all turned into tears, I knelt in front of Meng Wu and kowtowed vigorously, my forehead was already dripping with blood, and the warm blood flowed down my cheeks, hoping he would soften my heart and let me go back.

But no matter how much I begged, it was useless, and I was not as strong as him, and I couldn't break free from his hands that were holding my wrist tightly.

The bearer walked steadily, and soon we were sent back to the general's mansion. Meng Wu threw me into his room and locked it from the outside. No matter how much I begged, I refused to open the door.

I sat paralyzed on the cold ground, but the coldness of the ground was far less than the helplessness in my heart.I couldn't even protect my own relatives, and instead implicated her.This so-called elder brother is really terrible!

Leaning against the door, thinking about what to do?Xiaoli can't go to make a kiss, what awaits him must be more terrifying than a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.Since Yuanzi hates me so much, can Xiaoli still survive after passing by?Sometimes, living is more painful than dying.

During lunch, a servant brought food, but Meng Wu watched from the side, fearing that I would take the opportunity to escape.The door was locked again, and I stared at the food on the table in a daze for a long time.

Suddenly I came up with an idea. I picked up the rice bowl and threw it on the ground. I heard the sound of footsteps outside the door and quickly lay down on the table and pretended to be sick.

The door was opened soon, and Meng Wu saw me clutching my chest, frowning, moaning (harmoniously) constantly, hurriedly helped me up from the table and put me on the bed, and ordered someone to call for a doctor.

"Didn't the expert say that he would cure your illness? Why do you still get sick?" Hearing him whispering to himself, he knew that he was wrong. It seemed that the original owner of this body was the same as I am now when he was sick.

Still clutching his chest, curled up in the quilt and moaning in "pain" (harmony), Meng Wu hurriedly paced back and forth in front of the bed, muttering, "Why hasn't the doctor come yet?"

His appearance reminded me of my parents waiting anxiously in front of the operating room when my sister was sick and hospitalized in my previous life.

Shouldn't I be joking like this?Children are always the heart and soul of their parents. If there is a slight illness, the parents will feel pain like a knife has been cut out of their hearts.

But when I thought that Xiaoli would be sent to Yan to get married, I hardened my heart again, I'm sorry, I also had to make such a bad move.

The doctor finally came down from Mengwu after a lot of anticipation. He sat on the edge of the bed and took my pulse. I stretched out my hand from the quilt, grabbed the doctor's hand and pulled it into the quilt. Looking at him, the strength in my hand became stronger, if he dared to say that I am not sick, his hand would be destroyed.

He first weighed the brocade bag in his hand, with a happy expression on his face, and felt pain in his wrist, he frowned and nodded to me, agreeing to act with me.

The doctor caressed his goatee thoughtfully, and couldn't help shaking his head. Meng Wu almost stomped his feet anxiously, and asked, "What's wrong with the dog?"