Rebirth of the First Emperor

"Ying Mou has a general understanding of the power of Sanyang Sect these days, but, Miss Zhao, do you think such a behemoth can be offended by Ying Mou, a small county magistrate?"

Ying Zheng's rhetorical question made Zhao Wanshuang stunned on the spot. Zhao Wanshuang was naturally very clear about the power in the family. She always thought that she had seized Ying Zheng's leverage to blackmail her, but she never considered that she might be found.

What consequences will Ying Zheng bear after that?

"As long as you don't expose this lady's whereabouts, wouldn't this happen?" Zhao Wanshuang forced himself to defend himself, but even he felt that it was a bit difficult to express, and it was a very far-fetched reason.

The corners of Ying Zheng's mouth twitched, revealing a smile that was no better than crying, "Miss Zhao, do you want to stay in Ying's house for the rest of your life and never leave?"

Zhao Wanshuang shook her head in embarrassment and said, "I will leave after these people leave and I won't stay here for long."

By the way, Zhao Wanshuang has been in the Ying government for two months. This period of time is neither long nor short. However, in these two months, not only did the disciples of Sanyang Sect not leave, but their number also increased.

There are more and more people. In addition, there are many more unidentified people in Huxiang County, all of whom are from the Yan State. The origins of these people are clearly revealed.

It can be said that due to the arrival of Zhao Wanshuang, the number of people in the Jianghu community in Huxiang has increased by at least half, and the public security pressure in Huxiang has also increased significantly. If it were not for the strong refusal of the city guards under Ying Zheng's strict order,

Attitude, Hu Xiangzhi may not know what kind of chaos it will be.

Ying Zheng knew that the heroine was already embarrassed, so he was ready to continue to add heat to the situation, "Miss Zhao, to be honest, Ying believes that you can escape for a while, but you will never escape for a lifetime. Sooner or later, you will return to Sanyang.

Zong, maybe soon, maybe it will be a long time. But when the dusty past is revealed, Ying Mou will die."

Zhao Wanshuang was horrified. What Ying Zheng said was a bit serious and accidentally involved her life. Zhao Wanshuang, who is kind-hearted, ran out of ideas for a while. She didn't want Ying Zheng to lose his life because of her.

, but she was also unwilling to just return home and be a doll at the mercy of others.

The reason why Zhao Wanshuang escaped this time was because her family had decided to marry her to the young master of the Zhou Tianzong in the northeastern part of Yan State, thereby consolidating the alliance with the Zhou Tianzong. This was a political marriage, and Zhao Wanshuang was in a relationship with that bullshit young master.

They have never met each other, and Zhao Wanshuang is a young man who has been wandering around in the world. He is straightforward by nature. How can Zhao Wanshuang be willing to marry the young master of Zhou Tianzong who has no relationship with him at all?

Therefore, when all kinds of protests were ineffective, Zhao Wanshuang decided to run away from home as a protest, and one day he quietly slipped out while the sect was having a major meeting.

If he compromised at this time, all Zhao Wanshuang's previous efforts would be in vain.

"This, Mr. Ying, must not be as serious as you said. Even if the Sanyang Sect really wants to attack you, Zhao Wanshuang will try his best to stop it and never let you suffer any harm." Zhao Wanshuang thought about it for a while, but still didn't want to do it.

After giving up like this, she was a little scared when she thought that she would no longer be able to decide her own destiny after returning.

Ying Zheng stood up, came to the desk, and raised the round porcelain brush holder on the desk. This move made Zhao Wanshuang and Mo Xiaoyin a little strange. They said it well, why would they use the pen holder?

Ying Zheng did not disappoint Mo Xiaoyin and Zhao Wanshuang. He slammed the pen holder hard on the ground. With a bang, the pen holder fell into pieces. This sound shocked everyone. Dao Fengcha, who was guarding outside,

Then the first step is to rush in.

"Haha," Ying Zheng looked up to the sky and laughed after throwing the pen holder. His shoulders shrugged, a little crazy. The abnormality of the situation surprised everyone. Ying Zheng has always been calm and calm at all times. Situations like this are really rare. "

Miss Zhao, do you know what are the two things you dislike most about winning someone?"

Immediately afterwards, regardless of Zhao Wanshuang's answer, he said directly: "The two things that I dislike the most in my life are, first, being threatened; second, taking risks, especially risks where there is no chance of winning."

"Before I met Miss Zhao for the first time, I was alone and had no worries. At that time, there was nothing wrong with taking risks. However, I can't do it now. Behind me, there are countless people in Huxiang who are looking forward to it.

In order to win someone and bring them happiness, Ying Zheng cannot take any risks at this time."

Ying Zheng's words were not loud, but they were very penetrating. They were like a heavy hammer that hit Zhao Wanshuang's heart. During the two months of living in Huxiang, Zhao Wanshuang felt that every day

Every time she went out, she always wore a face covering, but every time she went out, she could feel a slight change in Huxiang, and the person who was praised endlessly by the people must be this young man in front of her.

Zhao Wanshuang's heart was entangled, and she didn't know what to do. On the one hand, it was her own selfishness, and on the other hand, it was the expectations of tens of thousands of people in Hunan.

"In this case, let's forget about the little girl's intrusion. I'll leave first." After a long time, Zhao Wanshuang said a sentence with difficulty. This sentence represented a choice.

Just when Zhao Wanshuang turned around and was about to leave the study, Mo Xiaoyin, who had lowered his head and remained silent just now, seemed to have summoned up all his courage, and said to Zhao Wanshuang with a blushing face: "Sister Wanshuang, don't blame the young master, okay?

?Young Master, he, he did this because he couldn’t help himself.”

Zhao Wanshuang, who was about to turn around and leave, froze when he heard this, turned around again, and said to Mo Xiaoyin apologetically: "Xiaoyin, sister Wanshuang treated you like that earlier, please don't blame sister, okay?"

"Well," Xiao Nizi nodded her head innocently and cutely, "Sister Wan Shuang is a good person, Xiao Yin will not blame her."

Zhao Wanshuang smiled, with a flowery smile, "Since Xiaoyin doesn't blame sister, then sister doesn't blame your young master either." After saying that, he turned and left, but the direction was towards the west wing of Ying Mansion. Ying Zheng looked at it indifferently.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, the matter was brought to a close. The next step was to arrange how to let the people of Sanyang Sect discover Zhao Wanshuang's traces without being discovered that he was hiding Zhao Wanshuang.

Touching the sweat on his forehead, Ying Zheng wanted to say that it was really not easy to fool Zhao Wanshuang.

Ying Zheng turned around and was about to say a few words to Mo Xiaoyin, but he saw Mo Xiaoyin running out with a blushing face. As he ran, he said: "Sir, Xiaoyin is going to get a lamp. This

The candle is almost out."