After the tender beauty was reborn, the husband of the god of war competed for favor

Chapter 12 Xiaoyiwei

Song Wenzhi pointed at her, his angry voice mixed with disappointment and disgust: "How come I have a daughter like you?!"

Song Jiuxi clenched her palms tightly, and her eyes hurt.

Once upon a time, whenever she heard Song Wenzhi say these words, she would feel that she had done something wrong, and she would feel uneasy and deeply affected.

Then constantly look for reasons from yourself and force yourself to do better.

In the previous life, Song Jiuxi thought that she did not do well. She also worked hard to study poetry, calligraphy, and piano painting, but no matter what she did, she could not compare to Song Wanwan.

Because Song Wenzhi looked down on her, the only daughter he recognized in his heart was Song Wanwan.

Now listening to Song Wenzhi's words again, Song Jiuxi can already feel calm.

"Aunt Qiu and my sister take it without asking, so that's stealing? Father, do you think I'm right?"

"Bastard! That's your aunt, your biological sister, you, you... let me down so much!"

Song Wenzhi was furious, Qiu Ting pretended to stop him from the side, while Song Wanwan lowered her head with red eyes, and Lin Anyan was beside her distressedly wanting to comfort him but not daring to comfort him.

Judging from the appearance of this family, Song Jiuxi became the outsider who bullied them.

Zhao Hongjun looked at her disapprovingly and said, "Mrs. Yan, you are nothing more than a bracelet and a hairpin. You must be merciful and merciful."

Lin Anyan clenched his fists and said angrily: "Song Jiuxi, I'll give you as much money as you want! Take the money and get out of here. Don't even think about bullying Wanwan anymore."

"Master Lin is such a considerate person. My sister should get married as soon as possible."

Just when Song Wanwan was about to speak, Lin Anyan said angrily: "Song Jiuxi, don't worry, I only have Wanwan in my heart, and I will definitely marry Wanwan."

Song Wanwan clenched her handkerchief in anger, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.

Lin Anyan didn't even look at his status. The son of an earl dared to miss her!

She is going to marry into the Eastern Palace, and will be the one who will be honored by her mother in the future.

Zhao Hongjun didn't want to see the situation develop into more and more chaos. Song Wenzhi was still the Crown Prince and Tutor, and a member of his East Palace.

If Song Wenzhi was embarrassed, people would only say that the prince taught by such a person also had problems.

Zhao Hongjun said: "Mrs. Yan, please buy this bracelet and Chai Zigu. You can set a price."

"Five hundred taels."

"good."

Zhao Hongjun was afraid of long nights and many dreams. He knew that Song Jiuxi was making random bids, but he didn't expose it and directly gave her five hundred taels of silver.

Zhao Hongjun said warmly: "Mrs. Yan, should I send someone to send these dowries back to the principality?"

"No need." Song Jiuxi refused directly.

Zhao Hongjun refused to give up: "Mrs. Yan's dowry is worth sixty-eight pounds. If we don't send someone to deliver it, I'm afraid Mrs. Yan won't be able to get it back."

"I don't need to worry about it, Your Highness..." Song Jiuxi was refusing when he suddenly heard the sound of iron hooves approaching rapidly.

She looked over and then smiled.

"I am here to see His Highness the Crown Prince."

Luo Feng got off his horse, and a group of fifty Xiao Yiwei behind him also dismounted and knelt down on one knee.

Fifty people moved in unison, and the black armors made a cold and harsh sound when they collided.

As they arrived, a chilling air hit them.

Then Yan Shubai was pushed by Qingdai, passed through the Xiaoyi Guards, and walked in front of everyone.

This whole world was completely silent.

The people watching outside lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Xiao Yiwei. Song Wenzhi and Song Wanwan turned pale. When their eyes touched the cold armor on Xiao Yiwei, they looked away as if they were frightened.

Wherever the Owl Guards go, everyone is frightened.

Since Yan Shubai was poisoned two years ago, Yan Shubai and Xiao Yiwei have almost disappeared from the public eye.

They rarely see Xiao Yiwei, so much so that everyone almost forgets that General Ming Xiao and Xiao Yiwei still exist in the capital.

Yan Shubai said with a pale face: "I am inconvenient to move. I hope that the Crown Prince will forgive me."

Zhao Hongjun's face stiffened, then he recovered and said, "Shu Bai, you are not in good health, why don't you get more rest?"

Yan Shubai looked at Song Jiuxi, coughed, and then said with a smile: "Wei Chen heard that my newly married wife returned to her parents' home, so I wanted to come over to see her together."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Song Wenzhi, nodded, and shouted to save his face: "Father-in-law."

Song Wenzhi's eyes trembled, and he didn't dare to agree to his father-in-law's call.

Who is Yan Shubai? A general in blood, a god of war who kills people without blinking an eye. He takes pleasure in killing people. In his eyes, there are only those who can kill and those who cannot.

Even in the Changping Marquis Mansion, the Crown Prince and Tutor were among those who could be killed in Yan Shubai's eyes.

Even though Yan Shubai looks extremely weak now, no one dares to underestimate him.

If he thought about it, no one here would survive.

But isn't Yan Shubai dying of illness?

Didn't the doctor say he wouldn't live more than a month?

How can you still come out?

Song Wenzhi was frightened when he heard Yan Shubai say: "I haven't even come to thank my father-in-law for marrying such a wonderful daughter to me."

Song Wenzhi smiled awkwardly, but he couldn't accept this.

Yan Shubai looked at Song Jiuxi and asked, "Madam, have you packed it up? After packing it up, let's go home."

Song Jiuxi waved her sleeves and said, "Take the sixty-eight dowry bearers here and carry them away."

Luo Feng and the others moved quickly. A team of Xiaoyi guards came and went in and out of the warehouse, and in a short time they moved most of the things inside.

Qiu Ting was dumbfounded and stared blankly.

Song Wenzhi didn't dare to say a word after Yan Shubai arrived.

Song Jiuxi walked to Qingdai's side, and Qingdai gave her the seat behind Yan Shubai.

When Song Jiuxi entered the house just now, she asked Qingdai to go back to the Duke's Mansion to find Yan Shubai and ask him to send someone to help her carry the dowry.

Song Jiuxi didn't even think it would happen.

She also thought that if Yan Shubai was too sick to wake up, or if he didn't agree, she would ask Qingdai to hire a group of people.

Unexpectedly, Yan Shubai actually asked Xiao Yiwei to come over, and he also came himself.

When Yan Shubai came, even if some people were dissatisfied, they didn't dare to take a breath.

Even Zhao Hongjun spoke politely to Yan Shubai, let alone the people of the Song family.

But Song Jiuxi didn't expect that there are people who are not afraid of death.

When Song Wanwan walked up to Yan Shubai and Song Jiuxi, she bent down and saluted.

Her body is light and her movements are soft and elegant. The white and elegant dress on her body follows her movements, like a white lotus blooming slowly, which is very pleasing to the eye.

Song Wanwan said in a gentle voice: "General Mingxiao, this marriage was granted by the Holy Emperor himself. My sister was not prepared in advance. If my sister did something wrong and made the general angry, please forgive me."

Song Wenxi looked at Song Wanwan, her eyes turned cold.

No matter what time it was, Song Wanwan would always make her feel unhappy.

In front of Yan Shubai, he said in a roundabout way that Song Jiuxi did not marry him voluntarily.

If Yan Shubai is really that cruel and murderous person, Song Jiuxi will not survive tonight.

Song Jiuxi looked at Song Wanwan coldly, she wanted to see what Song Wanwan had to say.

(End of chapter)