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

Chapter 4 Agree

Song Jiuxi walked to the main courtyard, opened the door and went in. She saw Song Wanwan crying in Qiu Ting's arms.

Seeing her coming in, Song Wanwan immediately straightened up, acting as if nothing had happened.

"You unfilial son!"

Suddenly, Song Wenzhi threw a cup at him, and Song Jiuxi ducked away with a cold face.

"Song Jiuxi." Song Wenzhi didn't expect that she would hide, let alone that she still held the familiar red tassel gun in her hand.

His eyes seemed to have been stabbed. He looked at Song Jiuxi in front of him, as if he had seen a woman in red fall from the sky during the war, kill the bandit in front of him with one shot, and then save him on his horse.

Those memories were so long ago that he was in a trance.

When Qiu Ting saw Song Wenzhi lost his mind, she immediately called out softly: "Master."

Song Wenzhi came to his senses immediately, and his face turned dark immediately. The woman was already dead, how could a woman from the world be worthy of the wife of his dignified Chang Pinghou Mansion?

Song Wenzhi said angrily: "Song Jiuxi, who asked you to take out this gun? You still don't think it's embarrassing? A woman who can't play chess, calligraphy and painting, but can only wield a sword, how decent is she!

Did you beat your sister in front of everyone today? You punished the slaves when you returned to the courtyard, you have brought shame to our palace!"

Song Jiuxi sneered: "Without this spear, you wouldn't have survived, father."

"What?!" Song Wenzhi looked at her in disbelief, "Is this your attitude towards your father? Song Jiuxi, go to the ancestral hall and kneel down for me. No one will give her food. Let her grow up well."

Long memory! Uncultured thing!"

Qiu Ting, who was next to her, hurriedly grabbed Song Wenzhi's arm. "Master, it's important to talk about business."

Song Wenzhi quickly calmed down, and Song Jiuxi glanced at the three of them, then turned and left.

"Stop! Who told you to leave?"

Song Jiuxi sneered and asked: "Didn't my father ask me to kneel in the ancestral hall? Didn't my father go back on his word and not let me kneel?"

"You..." Song Wenzhi pointed at her angrily, and Qiu Ting hurriedly pulled Song Wenzhi's hand down.

She walked up to Song Jiuxi and lovingly tried to hold Song Jiuxi's arm, but Song Jiuxi threw her away.

A trace of hatred flashed in Qiu Ting's eyes, but she quickly covered it up.

She smiled and said: "Jiuxi, your father called you here to arrange a marriage for you. Do you know the Duke of Yan, right? General Yan is General Mingxiao, who has made great achievements in the war of Dayan. Now the Holy Lord personally directs you."

Marriage, there are many people competing for this marriage."

Song Jiuxi smiled half-heartedly and said, "There are so many people vying for it, why doesn't Song Wanwan go?"

Song Jiuxi was funny. In her last life, her reputation had just been ruined. His Majesty granted her a marriage, and naturally they couldn't use her as a substitute for someone with such a stigma.

In this life, she escaped having her reputation tarnished, but now they want her to marry Yan Shubai on behalf of Song Wanwan.

No one knows that Yan Shubai injured two of his legs on the battlefield two years ago because of excessive killing, and was poisoned by the enemy. Now he is on the sick bed and does not have much time left to live.

Being married means being a widow. Song Jiuxi remembered that Yan Shubai died half a month later in her previous life.

At that time, Song Wanwan kept crying and delaying the marriage. It was not until Yan Shubai died that she was able to avoid the marriage.

"Wanwan is still young, and besides, you are my sister. With a family like the Duke's Palace, and a general's wife personally gifted by His Majesty, Jiuxi couldn't have a better marriage than this." Qiu Ting persuaded with a smile.

Song Jiuxi asked: "What if I don't want to?"

"You can't help but don't want to!" Song Wenzhi snorted coldly, "The sedan chair of the Duke's Mansion is already outside the door. If you don't want to, I'll tie you up."

Song Jiuxi frowned. The Duke's Mansion was actually so anxious. He had never been so anxious in his previous life.

Could it be that Yan Shubai is dying soon?

Then wouldn't she be able to be a widow after getting married?

Once Yan Shubai dies, she will be free again, and now she no longer has to worry about Song Wenzhi interfering in her marriage.

"If you want me to agree, you can give me the deeds of sale of all the slaves in my yard, and also give me the deeds of sale of Aunt Qing."

Aunt Qing was left to her by her mother. After she followed her mother into the house, the deed of prostitution was kept in Song Wenzhi's hands.

"What do you want from Qingdai's prostitution contract?" Song Wenzhi frowned.

He didn't like Qingdai, because Qingdai was the deputy general of Song Jiuxi's mother-in-law Jiang Jun, and he was also a rough man who wielded swords and guns.

Later, she wanted to follow Jiang Jun into the palace, but Song Wenzhi did not agree unless she abolished her martial arts skills and became a slave.

Unexpectedly, Qingdai abolished her martial arts skills and became a slave without saying a word, so he agreed.

After the woman died, he didn't want to see anyone related to that woman, so Qiu Ting helped him drive Qingdai out.

If Song Jiuxi hadn't mentioned it today, he wouldn't have remembered that there was this person at all.

"Don't ask why, do you agree or not?" Song Jiuxi shook her silver spear and said in a cold voice, "If you don't agree, do you think you can force me?"

"Song Jiuxi, you have rebelled!" Song Wenzhi's face darkened. Since he was named Changping Marquis, no one has ever dared to challenge his majesty like this.

"Song Wenzhi, I call you father to give you face. If you don't treat me as a daughter, you don't think that I will respect and love you as a father, right? Do you want me to remind you, what's wrong with you, the Marquis of Changping?"

Coming?!

If my mother hadn't been fighting desperately on the battlefield before the world was settled, do you think His Majesty would have made you a Marquis of Changping when it came to awarding rewards based on merit?

In troubled times, do you think you can save the common people by hanging a few books on your bag?

Song Wenzhi, if you hadn't stopped me, my mother wouldn't have been trapped in the inner house all her life. Originally, it was my mother who was going to be rewarded by your Majesty, but you stopped it because women couldn't be generals.

In order to make up for your mother, Your Majesty made you the Marquis of Changping.

My mother passed away, do you think no one will remember this?"

"You! I don't have a daughter like you! I don't have a daughter like you!! Come on, Song Jiuxi is disobedient to his elders..."

"Master!" Qiu Ting took Song Wenzhi's hand and said urgently, "The sedan chair of the Duke's Mansion is still waiting outside, we can't delay any longer!"

Song Wenzhi blushed with anger, and Song Jiuxi's words almost turned his face away.

He was so angry that he wanted to kill Song Jiuxi!

"Give her the deed of betrayal. From now on, there will be no Song Jiuxi in our Changping Marquis Mansion! I don't have this daughter either!"

Song Jiuxi received the deed of betrayal and smiled: "Don't worry, Dad, the days are still long."

After saying that, she turned around and left. Grandma Li, who was kneeling at the door, saw her and lowered her head in horror.

Song Jiuxi looked at her with cold eyes: "Mama Li and these slaves in my yard are seeking glory behind the master's back. The slaves bully the master, and they are all selling their teeth."

"Miss, please forgive me, Miss! Please forgive me, Miss!"

Aunt Li fearfully tried to pull Song Jiuxi's clothes, but Song Jiuxi kicked her away.

Song Jiuxi ignored these people and walked outside the house.

A small, inconspicuous black sedan was parked there.

There were only four bearers and one servant, and nothing else.

No wonder Song Wanwan cried like that. The Duke's Mansion was clearly bringing a concubine into the palace, and even the treatment was not as good as that of a concubine.

But Song Jiuxi didn't care, Yan Shubai would be dead within a month.

At that time, she will be free.

Song Jiuxi took a deep breath, took a silver gun, and sat in the sedan.

From this moment on, her fate was completely different from her previous life.

(End of chapter)