The rebirth of Fu Jia returns

Chapter 79 Encountering the evil star
someone here?
Lin Nianyou and Fu Rong looked at each other, and asked in unison, "Who's there?"

The servant girl shivered in fright, and said, "Xian, son of the virtuous king..."

When Lin Nianyou heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, then became ecstatic, and couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

The son of the virtuous king?The son of a virtuous king whom everyone avoids, hahaha, unexpectedly let Fu Jia meet him.

This is really, there is nowhere to find when you break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

When encountering such a beauty as Fu Jia, how could the son of the virtuous king let her go!

"Let's go and have a look." Lin Nianyou led Fu Rong and the others quietly walked towards the other side of the forest.

If you don't participate in this moment of watching a good show, it will be a waste of God's will.

In the depths of the forest, the son of the virtuous king waved his folding fan, looking at Fu Jia who was hiding in the corner because he gave way to him, and the embroidered shoes embroidered with hibiscus flowers were stained with mud.

The son of the virtuous king smiled charmingly, and walked slowly in front of Fu Jia.

"What are you afraid of, little lady? It's just to enjoy a flower, can I still eat you?"

The frivolity in his tone made Fu Jia get goosebumps.

Several men around also booed and laughed.

Qingsuo and the women surrounded Fu Jia in anger and fear, lest the son of the virtuous king make any unruly actions.

Fu Jia's face was serious, and her voice was cold: "My son, please respect yourself. If there is nothing wrong, your son can go enjoy the flowers by himself. It's time for my stepmother to find me."

Stepmother?

Prince Xian frowned slightly, and said with a smile: "Who am I supposed to be? It turns out that it's Miss Fu, who has been famous in the capital recently. No wonder the masked person is so dazed."

Fu Jia...

She didn't know the reason why the mask picked her. Anyway, it shouldn't be because of her beauty, right?

The son of the virtuous king took another step forward as he spoke.

Qingsuo and the others tightly clenched their hands as if facing a formidable enemy, blocking Fu Jia tightly.

The son of the Xian Wang laughed softly: "I didn't expect that Miss Fu is really popular in the Hou's mansion. If that's the case, then this son really wants to invite Miss Fu to sit down today, so as to take a good look at Miss Fu's charm. where?"

Fu Jia's face darkened.

From the looks of it, this son of the virtuous king is not prepared to let it go today.

In the woods, Lin Nianyou and Fu Rong quietly walked around behind the big tree, observing the situation on the path.

I saw Fu Jia was shunned into a corner by the son of the virtuous king, and the two were talking about something, Fu Jia's pretty face was tense, and her face was covered with frost.

It seems that the situation is not good.

Lin Nianyou was secretly happy, because he couldn't hear what they were saying, Lin Nianyou took Fu Rong and walked a few steps forward.

I heard that Fu Jia was talking: "The son of the virtuous king has such elegance, why don't you invite him to sit in the Hou's mansion another day. Although there are not many gardens in the Hou's mansion, there are a few strange flowers planted. There will be no more flowers today." I will accompany you, and say goodbye!"

After finishing speaking, Fu Jia turned around and walked on the way back and forth.

The road to that side is wide, and Fu Jia thought back to the road she had traveled just now, and quickly made up her mind.

Qingsuo didn't know why Fu Jia was walking back, so she followed.

"Hey, little lady is playing hard to get, so I ran to the back mountain to pull it!"

Seeing Fu Jia, several men turned around and left, they laughed loudly, and some people urged the virtuous king and son: "My son, my son, my little lady ran to the front and waited for you, so hurry up and chase after you."

The son of the virtuous king put away his folding fan, his slightly narrowed peach eyes flickered, and he beckoned a few people to go in the direction where Fu Jia was running.

Seeing this, Lin Nianyou and Fu Rong naturally followed quietly.

"Girl, they are catching up, what should we do?" Qingsuo looked back while running, saw those laughing and chasing figures, and asked worriedly.

Several wives were also unlucky, and something happened to the girl, and those who followed were not spared.

One of the women had a clever mind, she gave the woman beside her a wink, ran away and deviated to the side, wanting to leave quietly to report the news.

The other woman took cover and watched the woman dodge into the woods before rushing to Fu Jia's side.

In any case, Fu Jia must not be hurt, otherwise, they will lose their skin even if they don't die.

It's almost noon now, and there are few people in the back mountain, not to mention that it is in the depths of a forest. Presumably, the girls who enjoy the flowers and grass have already gone back to have their vegetarian meals.

As long as Fu Jia thinks of the delicious vegetarian dishes in the Zen Jing Temple, his impatience with the son of the virtuous king will rise to a higher level.

Delaying her meal is the biggest thing!

Fu Jia, who was in a bad mood, lost the patience to deal with the son of the virtuous king, so she frowned and said, "My son, I have already given you a chance. If you continue to entangle like this, you will die and the net will be broken, and it must be bad for you, right?" ?”

"Ha, it's still a rose with thorns!" The son of Xian Wang was startled by Fu Jia's words, and couldn't help laughing with the men behind him.

"Hey, that's interesting, isn't it?"

"It's, it's..."

"Your Majesty, let her have a taste of how powerful she is, and see if she dares to speak like this after a while..."

After the latter person finished speaking, the men winked and laughed.

Fu Jia's toughness also aroused the conquering heart of the son of the virtuous king. He looked Fu Jia up and down, and said, "Miss Fu, how are you going to fight me to the death?"

He really wanted to know, if a weak woman was forced into such a situation, she could still say such a thing, is it because a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, or is there another trick?

Fu Jia said: "Your Majesty, do you want to try?"

"Come on, let this son feel the way of feeling the girl." The son of the Xian Wang said with a smile.

Fu Jia is just a girl from the countryside, even if she wins the favor of the empress, she is just a leaf without foundation.

At most, he would be reprimanded by the emperor's uncle.

The son of the virtuous king has long been used to it. He was detained for a few days, copying scriptures and books, and later he wondered whether he should be released or not.

But this girl is quite interesting.

The son of the virtuous king was delighted to see Lie Xin, so naturally he refused to let him go.

Fu Jia sneered, and said: "That's good, my son can take a look!"

As soon as the words fell, Fu Jia raised her wrist lightly, and with a "whoosh", a sleeve arrow directly brushed past the cheek of the son of the virtuous king, bringing up a trace of blood.

The son of the virtuous king only felt pain on his face, and he raised his hand to wipe it, and today he touched bright red blood.

"Ah, son, you have been disfigured!" Several men were also startled by the sudden change in front of them, and when they saw a scar on the fair and beautiful face of the son of the virtuous king, they immediately exclaimed again and again.

"Damn it!" Prince Xian glared at Fu Jia viciously, this face was what he cherished most.

Seeing that Prince Xian was angry, Qingsuo picked up a branch from the side, stood up and stood in front of Fu Jia.

"If you want to find our girl, pass me first!"

Qingsuo kissed the branch across the body, tensed his nerves, and was ready to swing the branch out in the next moment.

The other two women saw this, one picked up a stone from the ground and held it high, and the other picked up a stick from nowhere and also lifted it up.

(End of this chapter)