After rebirth, I became a scumbag and his aunt

There were three well-equipped large ships not far away from the Qingshan, and the rain of arrows was shot from them. Even a thick and powerful crossbow more than one meter long shot over with a fireball, and was nailed to the hull of the ship. Under the huge momentum,

The Qingshan was shaking.

Marquis Yongping actually used ordnance! Maybe even the people on the opposite boat were from the army!

Marquis Yongping was desperate and wanted to put her to death at all costs. As long as she died and everyone on the ship died, he could always find a reasonable explanation.

The temptation of power has driven him to the point of becoming insane.

Han Youning began to worry. This kind of crossbow was a weapon for city siege. It could be nailed into stone walls and was very powerful. The Qingshan was a wooden structure. Even if it was covered with iron sheets, it would be difficult to withstand such a fierce attack.

"You don't want to live anymore!"

The door opened, and it was Yuniang and Ling'er who were outside.

Yu Niang rushed in first, pulled Han Youning away from the window, and then pulled the quilt and spread it on the ground behind the bed.

"Lie down here honestly!"

Han Youning was pushed to the ground by Yu Niang.

Han Youning didn't want Yu Niang to stand in front of him again in life and death, so he said to her, "Yu Niang, you go back to your room, and everyone can save their own lives."

Yu Niang snorted coldly, "Of course we have to save our own lives, maybe I have to die for you!"

She glanced at Ling'er who was guarding Han Youning, closed the door and left.

Ling'er has experienced many lives and deaths, and has become much calmer. She has a baggage tightly tied to her body, which contains all of their net worth.

She closely guarded Han Youning. If an arrow were shot from outside, it would have to penetrate her first before it could hurt the lady.

The ship was already on fire.

Although they were in the room, they could smell the thick smoke outside.

The hull was tilting, and the crossbow must have penetrated the bottom of the cabin, causing water to enter the cabin.

They were on the river now, and they were surrounded by tigers and wolves, so they were probably going to die.

Han Youning smiled bitterly, reliving his life again was not as good as his previous life.

Time passed bit by bit, and the sun gradually set towards the west, reflecting in through the broken window lattice.

Ling'er said, "Miss, the sound of archery outside has stopped."

Han Youning listened carefully. There was no clanking outside, but there were sailors shouting, "The ship is about to sink!"

"Launch the boat!"

As he spoke, the tilt of the Qingshan accelerated, and Han Youning and Ling'er rolled around the room, screaming.

The Qingshan capsized.

The cold autumn water flooded in, and Han Youning once again felt the pain of suffocation.

There was the sound of splintering wood.

She was hugged tightly by a strong arm and swam out, then jumped out of the water, seemed to be flying, and landed firmly somewhere.

There is a faint fragrance of bamboo in your nose.

Han Youning suddenly opened his eyes.

What comes into view is a rich and handsome face, with a straight nose, thin lips and slightly pursed lips. The eyebrows are the color of spring mountains. A pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes like an abyss, soaked by the river water, are as black as ink, exuding a deep cold air.

The coldness seemed to be just her illusion. When her eyes settled down, she saw that his face was as warm as spring. He leaned over and gently placed her on the ground, and draped the blanket handed over by his entourage over her body.

Wrapped her.

His voice was low and pleasant, like a rich and gentle wine, "Little girl, are you scared?"

Han Youning clutched the soft blanket tightly and stared at him blankly.

The young man in front of him wore a jade crown with black hair and a jade belt around his waist. His moon-white brocade robe with dragon and cloud patterns was wet and clinging to his body, outlining his lean and strong lines, but he did not look embarrassed at all.

He stood calmly and calmly on the deck of the ship, with a faint smile on his lips, noble and elegant.

She seemed to recognize him. With the dragon-patterned brocade robe on his body, she was almost certain that it was him——

Uncle Seventh Emperor, King Zhao Chengyuan of Jin.

The only legitimate son of the former Empress Dowager Lu, and the most noble prince of the Zhou Dynasty.

She had only seen him a few times in her previous life, and most of them were far away, so her views were not real. What she knew about him was only what she heard from others.

She would never take a serious look at someone who didn't matter, and even if she looked at him, she wouldn't take it to heart. So if he had changed into ordinary clothes today, she might not recognize him.

The most real time Han Youning saw him was probably the day after her wedding to Crown Prince Zhao Chen. Zhao Chen took her and Crown Princess Han Qingwan to serve tea to the elders of the clan.

Zhao Chen held Han Qingwan's hand and walked in front hand in hand, while she followed behind them wearing a light red dress.

In front of Han Qingwan, who was dignified and solemn in bright red clothes, she looked like a little maid.

There was even an elder who, whether intentionally or unintentionally, scolded her, a maid, for not blinking and not knowing how to help the Crown Princess get a gift.

Han Qingwan smiled gently and gracefully, as if to help her smooth things over, "Sister, she was raised in her maternal grandfather's family since she was a child, so she didn't learn much about rules and etiquette. Your Majesty, please bear with her."

Han Youning still remembers that the way everyone looked at her at that time became subtle and contemptuous, because everyone knew that the second uncle who raised her was a businessman.

These high-ranking royal nobles enjoy and pursue gold and silver wealth, but they despise the businessmen who make money. They always feel that they smell like copper and talk about money all day long, which is an insult to politeness.

When Han Qingwan knelt down to serve tea to Zhao Chengyuan, Zhao Chengyuan lowered his eyes as if he didn't see it and hesitated to take the tea cup.

Han Qingwan knelt there holding a tea cup that was shaking.

Zhao Chen felt sorry for his beloved wife and reminded him in a low voice, "Uncle Seventh Emperor, Wan'er is serving tea to you."

Zhao Chengyuan raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhao Chen, his expression indifferent and cold, "The prince should invite a nanny from the palace to teach the prince the rules. I will not drink the tea today."

There was an uproar in the lobby.

You must know that in the entire Zhou Dynasty, apart from the emperor, the most noble one is the Seventh Emperor's uncle. The former Queen Mother Lu was the emperor's first wife, and she got a prince like him when she was old. And the emperor's biological mother is now the Queen Mother

, she was just a noble concubine at that time.

The Crown Princess who was rejected by the Seventh Emperor's Uncle was almost equivalent to being labeled as unworthy of her virtue, and her future life would be difficult.

Han Qingwan's eyes were slightly red, looking pitiful, "I would like to ask Uncle Seventh Emperor, I wonder where my concubine is made that is not in compliance with the rules?"

Zhao Chengyuan didn't reply a word to her. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, once, once, until he hit the heart.

Although the prince was two years older than Zhao Chengyuan, he respected the emperor's uncle very much. He quickly scolded Han Qingwan, "Wan'er must not be rude! Kowtow to the emperor's uncle and apologize!"

Han Qingwan was so humiliated that she held her handkerchief and burst into tears. On the second day of her wedding, she was scolded by her husband in public. I am afraid that most newlyweds would not be able to bear it.

In front of the elders of the clan, she did not dare to be strong and disobey the prince, let alone the king of Jin.

She knocked her noble forehead to the ground, not daring to discount it at all, "Uncle Seventh Emperor, please forgive me, it was my disgrace."

Zhao Chengyuan didn't seem to hear her apology, nor did he ask her to lie down. He only lowered his eyes to admire the folding fan in his hand.

Han Qingwan just knelt there, not daring to get up.

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