Dressed as the mistress of the Hou family, I became the white moonlight in the Beijing circle

Chapter 433 Extra 17 Don’t underestimate your enemies in the next life
Yuan Mi looked at him for a long time, then a smile escaped from his lips and asked softly, "Should I be afraid? Do you think you can hurt me?"

Cong You gritted his teeth with hatred and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?"

"I'm just cute. Don't treat me like a child." Yuan Mi tilted his head and looked at him, with clear eyes and a harmless smile. "I worked hard to marry in a foreign land, how could I be empty-handed and have nothing?" Prepare?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there were just a few rustling sounds, and the hemp ropes binding the three people fell to the ground.

"You..." Cong You's eyes widened and he asked loudly, "How is this possible!"

Yuan Mi smiled brightly, and touched his red wrist with his fingertips. Without raising his head, he just said, "Xuemei, kill him."

After her words fell to the ground, the little maid who was leaning against the wall without saying a word slowly stood up. She was not tall, very thin, and had a delicate appearance. She looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but her eyes were frighteningly cold.

Seeing Xuemei stand up, Cong You noticed the dagger in her hand.

In just the blink of an eye, the little maid named Xuemei was already in front of him. The cold light flashed through. Cong You subconsciously raised his knife to block it, but it was not half as fast as her. The dagger in the little girl's hand was thrust into his chest. Right eye.

His eyes suddenly went dark, and Cong You wailed, covering his right eye and taking several steps back.

Before he could stand firm, Xuemei struck again, swiping the dagger straight towards his left eye.

Although Cong You was on guard and raised his sword to block it, his eyes were filled with scarlet red and he couldn't see anyone clearly, so he could only hold the sword and wave it around.

Compared to the burly and clumsy Cong You, Xuemei was short in stature. She dodged the bone chopping knife and stabbed him hard with the dagger in her hand. The entire blade did not penetrate his wrist.

The tendon of his hand was cut off, and the bone chopping knife fell to the ground. Cong You screamed, and the wound on his wrist was deep enough to show the bone.

Yuan Mi stood up holding the hand Qiu Yu handed him, walked slowly to the center of the tent, looked at Cong You who fell to the ground, chuckled, and returned his words verbatim, "You can just scream louder Well, this place is very remote and no one will come all the way to save you."

Cong You was trembling all over, his eyes could no longer be opened, and there was severe pain in his wrist. The injury was so serious, but it did not prevent him from speaking hard, "Bitch, don't think that you can sit back and relax after being with the third prince. He is just a Abandoned son, no matter how hard you try, the Great Khan will never look at him. How long can you be proud of marrying such a person?"

"And Dayan, sooner or later the Turks will fall into their trap...well..."

Before Cong You finished speaking, Yuan Mi's little foot stepped on his wrist.

"Look at how painful it is for you. You're talking nonsense." A smile appeared on Yuan Mi's lips. He pressed his toes slightly, crushed his wrist, and said softly, "The great Yan Zhong Ling Yuxiu, Luan Xiang Feng Ji, how can we lose to him?" Just a Turk?"

Cong You gasped in pain and wanted to struggle, but didn't dare.

Xuemei's dagger was pressed firmly against his neck. If he was not careful, he would die.

He could only endure the severe pain in his wrist and did not dare to move.

"Just watch with your eyes wide open in the sky and see how I turn the Turks into a vassal state step by step."

Yuan Mi smiled, but was merciless with his feet. If he couldn't see her actions with his own eyes, he would probably think that she was stupid and sweet, a spoiled little princess who was ignorant of the world.

"Xuemei, kill."

"Wait!" Cong You stiffened, his voice trembled, and he took a deep breath to prevent himself from fainting from the pain, "Don't you want to know who is behind me? If I were only one person, I would definitely not be able to separate the three of you. Tie everyone here!"

"As long as...as long as you let me go, I will tell you!"

At this point, he actually wanted to bargain with the person in front of him.

Yuan Mi twitched the corner of his mouth and asked quietly, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in knowing."

Cong You choked and said in disbelief, "Someone is secretly trying to harm you, don't you want to find out in advance and take precautions as soon as possible!"

"If he can really hurt me, he will succeed this time, right?" Yuan Mi had a sweet smile on his face, but his eyes were indifferent, "Who is interested in knowing the name of his defeated general?" "But... …”

"Noisy." Yuan Mi seemed to have exhausted his patience, tightened his lips, and called in a low voice, "Xuemei."

A flash of cold light passed by, and Cong You lay on the ground, making no sound anymore.

Yuan Mi stared at him coldly, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, and said softly, "This is the consequence of looking down on a woman."

After saying this, Yuan Mi ignored the body on the ground and slowly walked outside.

Xuemei followed her master, never leaving.

When Qiu Yu passed by Cong You, she snorted loudly, spat at his body, and gloated, "General, don't underestimate your enemy in the next life."
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When we returned to the tent, the sky had darkened.

Ji Cheng was sitting at the table, holding a pen in his hand and drawing something seriously. He didn't even notice that Yuan Mi had returned to the tent.

"What are you drawing?"

There was a sudden sound above his head, and Ji Cheng raised his head suddenly. His eyes were so sharp that it made people feel nervous.

When he saw it was Yuan Mi, Ji Cheng's expression softened, and he smiled and said, "Why did you come back just now? Where did you go to play with the two of them?"

Yuan Mi walked around the table and did not answer his question. He just looked down at the painting in front of him.

There is a clear stream on the painting, with a courtyard on the side, pavilions, water corridors, and a mountain behind it. The mountain is lush and green, like a fairyland.

Yuan Mi secretly gasped, his eyes fell on the undried painting, and he whispered, "What is this place?"

Ji Cheng didn't respond to his words and only asked in a low voice, "Do you like it?"

Yuan Mi's eyes moved slightly, he bit his lower lip lightly, and nodded slowly, "Of course I like it."

"Since you like it, I'll give this painting to you." Ji Cheng said with a slight smile on his lips, "When the ink on it dries, put it away properly."

Yuan Mi nodded, thinking that he had made a painting for himself so that he could have a glimpse of what the houses in his hometown looked like.

"Third Prince!"

There was silence in the tent, and suddenly a man's voice was heard outside, sounding extremely urgent.

Ji Cheng noticed something was wrong, frowned slightly, and asked Yangsheng, "What's the matter?"

"The Great Khan ordered you to go to the king's tent immediately, saying... General Cong You was killed!"

Ji Cheng paused and subconsciously looked at the girl beside him.

Yuan Mi exclaimed, covering his mouth, and his eyes suddenly turned red. He looked like he was frightened by the news, and murmured, "How could a living person..."

Ji Cheng felt sorry for her, stood up and held her in his arms, comforting her in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, just stay in the tent and don't go anywhere."

Yuan Mi buried his face in his chest, nodded when he heard the words, and said softly, "Be careful and come back early. Don't leave me waiting alone for a long time."

"Don't worry." Ji Cheng touched her head, then let go of her hand and quickly walked out of the tent.

After watching Ji Cheng leave with his own eyes, the fear on Yuan Mi's face faded away, and the corners of his lips slowly raised into a sly smile.