Dressed as a wicked peasant woman, she was doted on by a crippled husband

Chapter 42 Aren't You Afraid
Li San clamped Su Yuanyuan's wrist, looked at Jiang Xuan who was supported by two guards, and smiled mockingly at the corner of his mouth.

The food in Su Yuanyuan's arms fell to the ground, and the pastry rolled on the ground several times. She couldn't break free from Li San, so she opened her mouth and bit towards his wrist.

Li San didn't expect Su Yuanyuan's strength to be so strong, there were bloodstains around her wrist, and Su Yuanyuan's fair face was also stained with blood in embarrassment.

"you wanna die!"

Li San's eyes opened like a copper bell, and he raised his hand angrily to hit Su Yuanyuan in the face. At this moment, a piercing sound came, and a small stone hit Li Sangao. On the raised palm, Li San's arrogance just now was extinguished in just a moment. He squatted on the ground and screamed miserably, clutching his bloody palm.

His hand was pierced? !
How strong should this person be?
The sound of the wheelchair creaking and twisting came, Jiang Wenzheng dressed in a moon white gown, walked towards Su Yuanyuan expressionlessly.

The man's eyes were slightly cold, and he looked down at Li San who was squatting on the ground and kept howling.

"Mr. Li, I don't know how my wife offended you. I keep making trouble for her over and over again."

It was once a year ago, and again when I heard clearly that I first moved here, and some days people kept coming to make trouble. If I hadn't heard clearly, he might never have known that Su Yuanyuan had endured so much alone. .

Su Yuanyuan was obviously frightened by what happened just now, her eyes flustered like a deer's and she dared not look at him.

Jiang Xuan on the side broke free with two fists from the guards restraining him, and trotted to Jiang Wenzheng.

"Brother, don't let this bastard go easily!"

Of course, Jiang Wenzheng knew in his heart that Li San was after Su Yuanyuan, and if he didn't solve it all at once, he might be in big trouble in the future.

"Don't spoil my good deeds, you paralytic, it's her blessing to be seen by me, Li San! Follow you, can you satisfy her?"

A layer of sweat broke out on Li San's forehead. He tightly grasped his injured wrist to prevent excessive blood loss. The stone hit just now was too strong and directly pierced his palm, leaving a bloody bruise on his palm. Big hole, but the pain was just that moment, and now the palm is numb, but due to excessive blood loss, his complexion is as pale as white paper, and the scattered hair is wet with sweat and sticks to his face, coupled with the hideous expression when he speaks , like a water ghost.

Jiang Wenzheng has always had a strong self-esteem, even when he went to bed, he had to turn off the lights before slowly climbing into bed, just to prevent Su Yuanyuan from seeing his worst side, but now his wounds have been exposed like this, Su Yuanyuan's heart was tightly twisted together.

Jiang Wenzheng's face was like a crown of jade, and his long eyes were indifferent, as if what he said just now had no effect on him, he opened his thin lips slightly, and said slowly, "Magistrate Li really taught a good son, and he robbed women in the street But there is still a bit of kingly law to speak of?"

Li San sneered, he was the only child in her family, his father got such a precious son when he was old, as long as he didn't smash the sky, his father would not be willing to scold him, let alone because of this farmer couple, he didn't believe it His father would be willing.

Su Yuanyuan stood up and stood in front of Jiang Wenzheng, looking at Li San with a look of fearlessness, with fierce eyes.

"You are not afraid of your father, but I heard that the brother-in-law of your prince's companion has returned to Mount Fushan. I don't believe that in his heart, his own future is more important than this younger brother who is loved by his unfavored wife."

Su Yuanyuan had asked Mengshu about Li San's details before. His father was originally a poor scholar, and he bought a small official with the money saved by his wife. His wife died of dystocia when giving birth to Li San. He continued in two years, and has been relying on the support of Xu Xian's family all these years, and the son-in-law who became a high official has been the county magistrate for so long.

Their family didn't dare to offend the son-in-law at all. The son-in-law is now a big celebrity in front of the prince, and he is on the rise. How could he tolerate a fool blocking his future?
The last time he forced a singing girl to death, the old parents of the singing girl went directly to the magistrate and sued her. Things are suppressed.

Li San will never forget what his brother-in-law warned him that day, "If this kind of thing happens again, don't blame me for not caring about love!"

The place where the whip was whipped in the past was faintly hot, and Li San recalled, he pointed at Su Yuanyuan angrily, and threatened her through gritted teeth, "You wait, I will make you kneel and beg me! "

Su Yuanyuan stared fixedly at Li San, watching him being helped away by those guards, she straightened her chest and let out a soft snort.

"Did he hurt you?"

Jiang Wenzheng gently took Su Yuanyuan's wrist. Su Yuanyuan now weighs only a hundred catties, but she is no longer the chubby little fat man she used to be. Her fingers are long and slender, her skeleton is obvious, her wrist is also thin and the bones are protruding, so she opened her sleeves , a palm print on the originally white and tender wrist was particularly conspicuous.

His cold fingertips caressed her red and swollen place, and his brows were furrowed.

The place where Su Yuanyuan was touched by him was itchy and cold, and her fingers couldn't help trembling.

She didn't dare to look at Jiang Wenzheng. The man's air pressure had been low since he came, as if he was angry, but she couldn't understand why he was angry.

I can only sell miserably first, and look at Jiang Wenzheng with aggrieved eyes.

"Look at what I do?"

Su Yuanyuan licked her face and smiled, "My husband looks so good even when he frowns."

"why did not you tell me?"

Jiang Wenzheng raised his eyes and looked at the woman who smiled brightly like a little sun, as if it was just an episode.

Su Yuanyuan bit her lip, it turned out that he was angry about this matter.

"Oh, don't worry, I can still take care of this little thing!"

Jiang Wenzheng wanted to say something more, but when the words reached his mouth, he turned a corner. What he had to do was to protect her, not just blame her.

Only then did she remember the scholar who was beaten just now with only half his life left, and hurried over.

The scholar's calligraphy and paintings were all torn into pieces, and he was lying in a piece of shredded paper, lingering and panting, only exhaling but not inhaling.

Su Yuanyuan immediately guessed that the scholar's ribs were broken, and the broken bones might have stabbed his lungs.

She wanted to turn the scholar over, but in a state of paralysis and coma, the weight was much heavier than before. Su Yuanyuan tried twice but failed.

"Ah Xuan! Come and help me!"

Jiang Xuan, who was still explaining the ins and outs to Jiang Wenzheng in the distance, heard Su Yuanyuan's call, and then saw the scholar lying on the ground covered in blood, answered loudly, and ran over quickly.

His two hands were placed in front of his chest like this. The scholar looked thin and weak, and now he was seriously injured. He was afraid that if he was not careful, he would hurt him again, so he turned his eyes to Su Yuanyuan for help.

(End of this chapter)