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Chapter 488 The one who tied the bell must untie it (7.8k, please subscribe)

Seeing Li Xian fleeing in panic, Wang Yan couldn't help but say:
"My Lord is really amazing."

"As a teacher at Qimeng Academy, I have read countless poems by young talents, but none of them are as good as this one."

Ping'er also showed an admiring look.

In her eyes, the Second Young Lady is a role model of femininity and a perfect woman. This has nothing to do with her appearance, but is a manifestation of her moral integrity.

Ping'er always thought that the Second Young Madam was better than her own master. She was kind to everyone and very good to the servants, and never crossed the line.

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:

"That's not because I'm great, that poem is just ordinary."

Chu Wujiang's talent for poetry is not very high.

The poem he had just written was of average quality, but he had tampered with the poem and added the influence of "Wenxin Diaolong".

Wenxin Diaolong, it can make the article and literary destiny resonate.

This caused Li Xian to misunderstand that Chu Wujiang's literary talent was extremely high and caused a stir in the literary context.

Especially the compassion expressed by Chu Wujiang in the poem and the breaking of the chastity arch, a small hole was torn in Li Xian's originally strong inner defense.

Wang Yan rolled his eyes and saluted:
"Then I, the sinner, will first wish you, Lord, to capture my second sister."

Chu Wujiang unexpectedly stared into the distance and shook his head:
"Not really. I'm not in a hurry."

"It's just a fight with their fate."

A grand ceremony is being held in the Land of Illusion. The Mansion of Duke Rong is her chess piece, and she can only control the fate of the Mansion through the flow of luck.

As a result, she encountered the variable Chu Wujiang, and all her chess pieces were intercepted.

This is probably the reason why Taixu Illusion Realm is so disgusted with Chu Wujiang.

But she couldn't take direct action. If she could, she would never do nothing. She could only use the Tower of Love and Sin to warn.

Therefore, Chu Wujiang guessed that this illusory world would awaken his destined partner in advance and cause trouble for him.

Wang Yan asked in confusion:
"Destiny?"

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:

"As the saying goes, marriage is determined by heaven. If someone arranges your fate and your partner, what would you think?"

Wang Yan smiled and said:
"Your Majesty is the destiny that God has arranged for me."

Chu Wujiang also smiled and said:
"No, I am the one who reverses fate."

The maid Ping'er looked at Marquis Guanjun and suddenly understood the reason why her master made his choice.

Putting aside the difference in appearance, judging purely by ability and ambition, among the children of the Zhen family, perhaps only the late Zhen Wenzhuo has a chance of winning.

Ping Er couldn't help but sigh:

[Second Master, if you were still alive, the Zhen family wouldn't have come to this.]

【Now, everything is too late. 】

……

Tianjing, houses

"You still have time to wake up now."

"Zhen Wenzhuo."

"No, my name is not Zhen Wenzhuo."

"My name is Liu Wenqing..."

The scholar was having a terrible nightmare, tossing and turning. Just when he forgot who he was, he suddenly heard a scolding in his ear:
"No, you are Zhen Wenzhuo."

"Do you still remember Li Xian's promise to stay a widow for you for the rest of her life and wait for you to meet again in the next life?"

Boom!
Zhen Wenzhuo was struck by lightning. He woke up from his sleep and saw a young man coming to the bed. The man was wearing a mask and looked very threatening.

"who!"

Zhen Wenzhuo was shocked when he saw this. Just as he was about to call for help, he heard the man hiss:
"Shh!"

"Wenzhuo, you forgot your parents and your wife, but you should not forget me."

Zhen Wenzhuo asked hesitantly:

"Are you the Demon Lord?"

The man smiled and said:
"Yes, it's me."

Although the man appeared very confident, he still asked the Demon Lord privately:

[Master Demon, why does he call you Demon Lord? 】

The Demon Lord smiled and said:
【In the underworld, people are always called by different names. 】

Is there a big difference between the two?

You old thing.

The man couldn't help but feel resentful in his heart.

That’s right, the person who came was none other than Fang Fusheng.

After he had his initial luck in chess, his fortunes began to rise wildly and he reaped a lot of benefits.

For example, the execution of the rebels in the Ning and Rong mansions.

Duke Ning and Duke Rong died together, but their deaths were just the beginning. Although the women of the Zhen family are pitiful, their men are even more pitiful.

A large number of warriors were secretly executed as punishment.

Relying on his aunt's relationship, Fang Fusheng became an executioner and made a fortune overnight.

A few days ago, he wanted to kill people but couldn't, so he could only kill his own guards, leaving hidden dangers.

Now the tragedy of the Ning and Rong mansions has allowed Fang Fusheng to execute a large number of warriors, and his strength has increased by leaps and bounds.

The Zhen family and the Bao family have a 600-year-old Duke's Mansion with a profound heritage, and are filled with Yuandan realm warriors.

Fang Fusheng executed dozens of them in one breath, and relying on the ultimate move of Tianmo Dahua, he swallowed up the opponent's luck in one breath.

Even though he rolled on the ground in pain, his improvement in strength was obvious, and his vitality was so full that he could hardly suppress it.

The Yuandan turns one, two, three, four, five...

His strength has improved by leaps and bounds.

If the Demon Lord had not reminded him not to rush to the sixth level of Yuandan at one time, he would still be carrying out the execution mission and killing people for fun.

However, the more Fang Fusheng progressed, the more wary he became about the Demon Lord's origins. He tried to use the power of the Six Gates to figure out what the Demon Lord was.

Unfortunately, there is no corresponding information for Liushenmen.

I didn't expect that this scholar actually knew another name for the Demon Lord, the Demon Lord.

Could he be the master of the Demon Palace?
Fang Fusheng asked quickly:
[Master Demon, what should I ask now? 】

The Demon Lord smiled and said:
【Just do as I say. 】

Before Zhen Wenzhuo could judge whether the man in front of him was the Demon Lord, he saw Fang Fusheng following the Demon Lord's instructions and mobilizing the "Demon Seed Parasitic Art" to make his aura become majestic and terrifying.

Zhen Wenzhuo's pupils shrank slightly. The Demon Lord he saw at that time had such an aura. He lowered his head and said:

"Lord Demon Lord!"

Fang Fusheng pretended to say:

"Wenzhuo, do you still remember who you are?"

Zhen Wenzhuo replied:

"I remember my name is Wen Zhang, Wen He, Wen Qing, Wen Zhuo, etc."

"It's just that the Demon Lord once taught me the Great Dream Sutra, but I forgot some sentences."

Zhen Wenzhuo stared at Fang Fusheng.

This kid is quite alert. Fang Fusheng immediately replied:
"I've had a long dream for thousands of years, but what's the date today?"

"Dreams are like illusions, and the heart is like the tide."

"My true self appears and disappears, reality and illusion alternate."

"Practice in dreams, and everything will be at ease."

……

Zhen Wenzhuo immediately knelt down and kowtowed:

"Greetings, Lord Demon!"

"No courtesy, stay on your own!"

Fang Fusheng was secretly happy. Although he had seen many people kowtow to him, he had never seen a genius bow down to him.

"Thank you, Master Demon."

After Zhen Wenzhuo woke up, he asked in confusion:

"Why did the Lord Demon wake me up in advance?"

"It will take me some time to complete my continuous cultivation in the dream world and become a ten-life ghost immortal. I have only reached nine now."

"If you want to survive the thunder tribulation and become a Yang God, you still need one step."

Fang Fusheng was shocked when he heard this. The weak scholar in front of him turned out to be a master of the secret art of the soul.

He has ten ghost immortals. When these spirits work together, they may have the power of a primordial spirit. This gives him the confidence to survive the thunder catastrophe and become a Yang God.

Others only have one, and if they are struck by lightning, they are gone.

Zhen Wenzhuo has ten ghost immortals combined, which is horrifying.

Fang Fusheng said quickly:
"It's too late."

"Marquis Guanjun has destroyed the Ning and Rong mansions. All the women of the Zhen family have fallen into his hands, including Li Xian."

"I am afraid you will miss this precious opportunity."

Zhen Wenzhuo was shocked when he heard this:
"what?"

"This is impossible!"

A look of pity emerged on Fang Fusheng's face, and then he briefly recounted the events of the Ning and Rong mansions. Zhen Wenzhuo heaved a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, Master Demon."

"I trust my wife. She will never yield to the champion."

Fang Fusheng almost lost his temper and said:

"He is the Champion Marquis. I don't know how many women have fallen into his hands, even..."

When Fang Fusheng thought of this, he became furious.

Even though Sima Ning had secretly plotted against him, she was still his fiancée, and he was filled with resentment for seeing her end up like this.

Zhen Wenzhuo said calmly:

"My wife has the gift of faithfulness and chastity. No one can change her mind."

"If the Champion Marquis uses coercion, it will damage his destiny and bring him punishment from the gods."

"I deliberately left my wife here to keep her chastity. She has been a widow for more than ten years, just waiting for the reunion."

"Then I can use this miracle love to try to advance to the Yang God level."

“Even if I fail, I will always be there to help me.”

Zhen Wenzhuo recovered some of his memories, a hint of tenderness appeared on his face, but the words he said were extremely cruel.

Fang Fusheng sneered and shook his head:
"That's the champion, don't be too confident."

"Be careful not to lose both the lady and the army."

"You should think about it carefully."

Zhen Wenzhuo couldn't help but mobilize the ghost immortal from his first life.

That time he entered Taoism and practiced the art of divination, and he had a glimmer of understanding about the screams just now.

"So that's how it is. I still have a ghost fairy who has not awakened, but was severely injured. It was the Champion Marquis who affected his fate."

"He is indeed my great enemy. This time I will get my money back with interest."

You are too confident!
When facing Chu Wujiang, Fang Fusheng always looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He quickly advised:

"Don't be careless!"

"The ability of the Champion Marquis is beyond your imagination!"

Zhen Wenzhuo smiled and said:

"Don't worry, I have lived ten lifetimes and I am more cautious than anyone else."

"Besides my wife's matter, does the Lord Demon have any other instructions?"

Fang Fusheng then said seriously:

"Now that the Rongguo Mansion has been destroyed, the Saint has given Zhen Yingcai the dignity to inherit the position of Duke."

Zhen Wenzhuo was surprised and said:

"With your little ability, how can you inherit the position of Duke?"

Generally speaking, Zhen Wenzhuo prefers memories from his previous life, which appear clearer.

Fang Fusheng could not help but rebuke:
"Just listen to what I have to say first."

"The Rongguo Mansion was less guilty than the Ningguo Mansion, so the remains of the first generation of Rongguo Duke were preserved."

"This is the last bit of decency."

Zhen Wenzhuo's eyes lit up and he said:

"Is this true?"

Fang Fusheng nodded and said:

"Of course it's true."

"You have ten generations of ghost immortals, or you can control the remains of the Three Tribulations Primordial God!"

"This is much more powerful than Duke Ning and Duke Rong."

Zhen Wenzhuo showed a look of surprise:

"The remains are still there?"

Fang Fusheng answered affirmatively:
"Of course."

"When the Six Gates confiscated the property, they did not take away the ancestral statues from the Duke's Mansion."

There was a corpse hidden in the ancestor statue, and Fang Fusheng also felt a chill.

Zhen Wenzhuo was overjoyed and said:

"In the past, I had no chance to get involved because of the patriarch's control over the divine weapons and the remains, as well as the erosion of the Emperor Wu's curse."

"God really helps me!"

"No matter how strong a champion is, he cannot be compared to a Yuan Shen, especially a three-tribulation Yuan Shen."

Zhen Wenzhuo was surprised again and again, but he quickly calmed down and asked:
"Master Demon is helping me like this, do you have any requests?"

Fang Fusheng smiled and said:
"Naturally there is."

"You will also have to attend this Young Heroes Meeting in secret."

"Then I'll slap him to death!"

The last sentence was corrected by Fang Fusheng himself, and the Demon Lord said to take the opportunity to kill him.

Zhen Wenzhuo felt that Fang Fusheng's way of speaking was a little strange, but he still agreed:
"no problem."

"This time I will do the Lord Demon a favor."

Zhen Wenzhuo has cooperated with the Demon Lord, but he was not a subordinate, but more like an ally.

He is already very close to the position of Yang God.

Just as the three were discussing, there was a knock on the door.

"Son, mother made lotus seed soup for you."

"Why is the door closed?"

The old woman knocked on the door. Fang Fusheng looked at Zhen Wenzhuo, smiled and said:
"She is just my mother in this world."

"To people of ten generations, it is like a passing cloud."

Zhen Wenzhuo opened the door, smiled warmly and said:
"mother."

The old woman said in surprise:
"Son, you're awake."

Zhen Wenzhuo nodded and said:

"Mom, you really want to sleep now."

"Eat this lotus seed soup yourself and have a good sleep."

The old woman said in a trance:
"Mom, I don't want to sleep..."

But under the ghost fairy's secret magic, the old woman finished drinking the lotus seed soup and went back to her room to sleep.

Zhen Wenzhuo asked:
"Does Lord Demon have any banknotes?"

Fang Fusheng smiled and said:

"You won't kill him?"

"Or are you soft-hearted?"

Zhen Wenzhuo shook his head and said:

"No need. She is like a passing cloud and will not cause any trouble to me."

"I liked killing people. That was in my fifth life, and I got into a lot of trouble."

"She has done a great service in raising this body, so it is inappropriate to kill her too harshly."

Fang Fusheng immediately took out a silver note and threw it to Zhen Wenzhuo, saying:

"Ten thousand taels is enough to support her for ten lifetimes."

Zhen Wenzhuo smiled and said:

"Thank you."

"I will go get the remains of our ancestors now. I'll see you at the Young Heroes Conference."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhen Wenzhuo disappeared from the spot. Fang Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhen Wenzhuo leave, and quietly left the house, asking in his heart:
[Master Demon, is this person reliable? ]

The Demon Lord laughed and said:

[It's fine as long as he can be of use, but he is not my subordinate. ]

[This time, the Ning and Rong families failed miserably. They were destroyed by the Marquis of Guanjun before they even took action.]

Fang Fusheng couldn't help but shudder and asked in a low voice:

[If the Fang family is also like this...]

The Demon Lord smiled and said:
[You have already entered the path of evil, killed many people yourself, and absorbed their essence. ]

[After the blood has flowed all over the ground, if you still want to turn back, you are an extremely foolish person. ]

[You are not such a person. ]

Fang Fusheng closed his eyes and felt the surging power in his body, which he had never experienced before.

He has reached the third level of Yuan Dan, and is far superior to ordinary Yuan Dan masters. He can be called a young genius.

When Marquis Guanjun first entered the city, Huo Wenxuan, the son of the Marquis of Shunyi, took advantage of his power and slapped him twice. Now he has the confidence to fight Huo Wenxuan.

What a huge improvement, he is no longer that useless guy.

Fang Fusheng said in a deep voice:

[I will not look back. If I want to be a bad guy, I have to be the most successful bad guy.]

[I am only worried about one thing. The Imperial College's "Ghost Creation Record" has been leaked. What should I do? ]

The Demon Lord smiled and said:
[It's fine if it's leaked, as the Art of War says, when you are real, you should pretend to be real.]

[Now the Crown Prince, the Duke of Zhenguo, and the Confucian School will send out heavy troops to secretly guard the Imperial College, making it easier for us to take action next.]

[I didn't plan to attack head-on, that would be too stupid.]

really.

The Ning and Rong mansions were not aware of the complete plan.

Therefore, the Demon Lord can cut it at any time and further modify the plan.

Fang Fusheng's desire to kill this old guy suddenly became more intense.

He will not obediently serve as the Demon Lord's puppet.

However, the situation was stronger than the person, so he still asked respectfully:

[Master Demon, what should we do next? 】

The Demon Lord chuckled and said:
【With Zhen Wenzhuo attracting attention at the Young Heroes Conference, we can realize our real plan.】

[How about it, you are also qualified to participate in the Young Heroes Conference. ]

The destruction of the Ning and Rong mansions and the capture of the Jin family were all handled in a low-key manner, and the people of Tianjing continued to live a peaceful life.

The most concerning issue for the entire world right now is still the Young Heroes Association.

When Fang Fusheng was walking on the street, he could hear people discussing the competition.

"Mom, I want to go to a martial arts school to learn, and I will also join the Young Heroes Association in the future, and then make a lot of money!"

"Okay, my Baoer is the most promising one, let's go to the martial arts hall to sign up."

"Brother, this is Tianjing."

"Let's go to the Military Academy and sign up. We will definitely become famous!"

Fang Fusheng couldn't help but reveal a look of envy.

He also wanted to be as dazzling as his elder brother at the Young Heroes Conference and attract all the attention by himself.

For example, the newsboys shouted:
"Extra number, extra number!"

"Lu Ce, the eldest son of Jingping Marquis's Mansion, Hong Tao, the eldest son of Zhenhai Marquis' Mansion, and Liu Wei, the eldest son of Xiping Marquis' Mansion, passed the preliminaries of the Young Heroes Conference."

"Princess Qingge of the Biluo Fairy Palace has arrived in Tianjing and is expected to compete for the top 100 list."

"Feng Tianxing from Piao Miao Palace and Monk Jing Xin from Fa Yuan Temple have agreed to compete in a martial arts match. We will meet at the Heroes Tournament."

"The new generation leader of the Cui family, Cui Weiyang, has arrived in Tianjing and is expected to compete for the top ten!"

"There has been a change in the position of the senior sister at Wuhua Temple. The former senior sister Jinglian has stepped down and the new senior sister Long Xi will soon arrive in Tianjing!"

"There's more information, all in the Champions Newspaper!"

"It's only three cents for one copy. If you add two cents, you can get a copy of the Young Heroes List."

"Now or never!"

There is a new thing in Tianjin these days, that is newspapers.

Baili Zhi successfully set up a newspaper in Tianjing, and took advantage of the popularity of the Young Heroes Conference to sell a large number of newspapers. The sales volume was no worse than the first issue that took down the Sima family.

From ordinary citizens to martial arts schools, they became the main consumer group, buying newspapers one after another without missing a single issue.

Baili Zhi made a fortune from this.

The popularity of the Young Heroes Club grew as the newspaper spread.

Who doesn’t want to become famous at a young age?
"Give me one."

Fang Fusheng said to the newsboy.

"Okay, sir!"

Fang Fusheng picked up the newspaper and looked at the headline, which told the story of Chu Wujiang appearing at the Military Academy and instructing various geniuses. His eyes felt a little sore.

[If I go and participate, I will definitely be exposed, so I might as well take advantage of the opportunity. ]

The Demon Lord smiled and said:
【You are now somewhat presentable. 】

[Don't worry, all the great masters of the magic world are ready, and the Sitianjian is busy working. ]

[We just need to wait quietly until the Confucian school clears out the Taoist geniuses, and then it will be time for us to take action.]

[Use the remaining time to execute the assassins of Ning and Rong mansions and improve your cultivation as soon as possible, otherwise you will not even be qualified to watch this feast.]

[Too weak.]

Fang Fusheng took a deep breath:

[Yes, Master Demon.]

He was able to go from being a good-for-nothing to being the strong man he is today.

Then there is hope to go further.

[Champion Marquis, if Zhen Wenzhuo didn't kill you this time. ]

[Then I will defeat you! I will slap you twice more! ]

【I will return all the humiliation I have suffered to you! 】

Fang Fusheng's cheeks still ached when he thought of the humiliation he suffered that day.

The perfect script he hoped for was that Zhen Wenzhuo beat Chu Wujiang into a disability, and then he jumped out to collect the blame. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

The remains of the Three Tribulations Primordial God cannot possibly lose.

We're sure to win this time.

……

"Ha~"

Chu Wujiang suddenly had an idea: it seemed that an enemy was missing him.

Sure enough.

The arrangement of the illusory world, coupled with the entanglement of love and sin, will bring about a catastrophe.

So do you want to give up the woman from the Zhen family?
Before Chu Wujiang knew the layout of Taixu Illusion Realm, he didn't really care about the appearance of these women and directly handed them over to Sima Ning to deal with.

After all, they were just trophies, and while others would have a love affair with a book, he took them all in one go.

When he wants it, he will find out.

But now that Taixu Illusion Realm wants him to let go, he insists on doing the opposite, hiding his beauty in his golden house and refusing to retreat even a single step.

Chu Wujiang thought of this and immediately activated the communication symbol.

[Hello, is this Mr. Shenmo? ]

Shen Mo said angrily:
【The gentleman is not here! 】

How come she is like a little child?

Chu Wujiang continued to ask:
[Is Shenmo here? ]

Shen Mo answered reluctantly:
【exist……】

Chu Wujiang asked quickly:
[Shenmo, I met an enemy who has the memory of ten lifetimes and is very secretive.]

How can I find him?

Chu Wujiang has the luck to be half a step ahead of heaven and can influence the opponent's fate on the chessboard, but he is not a prophet and cannot predict the future like Shen Mo.

Shen Mo was silent for a moment, and finally said:

【The person who tied the bell must be the one who can untie it. 】

Shen Mo can see some things, but not all. She can only give partial reminders, and cannot give too clear reminders.

These proverbs and common sayings become helpers to fortune tellers, making them specialize in riddle telling.

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:

【Thank you, Shenmo. 】

Shen Mo said angrily:

【You're welcome! 】

Why are you angry?

Only a few days had passed and Chu Wujiang had attracted many women again.

She watched some of the live broadcast on the mirror, although Chu Wujiang would cut off the live broadcast when he didn't want her to watch it.

But I can't see it, so I think more.

People can figure things out.

So the more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Shen Mo was sulking for no apparent reason, but Chu Wujiang knew how to find Zhen Wenzhuo.

If he guessed correctly, Zhen Wenzhuo used Li Xian as a coordinate to awaken his past and as a powerful trigger.

Because of Li Xian's persistence, Zhen Wenzhuo will be constantly stimulated to awaken his memories of his past life, and finally the couple will be reunited and everyone will be happy.

To put it another way, if Chu Wujiang could completely take down Li Xian, he would be able to destroy Zhen Wenzhuo's arrangements, find his whereabouts, and send him directly to hell.

Now Chu Wujiang couldn't help but release his devilish thoughts and look for Li Xian's whereabouts.

As a result, he discovered an unexpected scene.

……

Taoranju, back garden

The Chu family's garden looks green in winter. Since Lu Youlan took over Taoranju, she has tidied up the garden.

The warrior's blood can evaporate snowflakes, allowing the nobles' gardens to remain green in winter.

Li Xian's heart was beating wildly, which made her try to escape reality and return to the garden.

Oops, wrong place.

The negotiation failed this time, and I wonder how Guanjun Hou will treat the other sisters.

Let's go back and talk to him.

Li Xian decided to muster up her courage and go back to the study.

At this moment, a concerned greeting came to her ears:

"Hey, sister, are you lost?"

"Taoranju is still very big."

Li Xian turned around and saw a girl with an elegant temperament squatting quietly in front of the flower field in a daze. The girl saw that Li Xian was at a loss, so she asked a question.

Just when Li Xian was at a loss, the maid beside the girl scolded:

"Madam is asking you a question."

"Whose subordinate are you? Don't you know that the lady is admiring the flowers?"

Li Xian quickly bowed and said:
"The guilty woman has met the Madam."

"The guilty woman is now a subordinate of Lord Baili. She was assigned to the newspaper to write articles."

This girl was none other than Chu Wujiang’s wife, Lu Youlan. She asked curiously:
"Sinner?"

"Is my sister the girl from the Zhen family that Ning'er mentioned, or the girl from the Bao family? Or the girl from the Jin family?"

Li Xian quickly explained:
"The criminal woman is not worthy of being the wife's sister. She is Li Xian, the widow of the Zhen family."

Lu Youlan said, "Oh!" and nodded.
"Anyway, my sister is so beautiful, she will become your husband sooner or later."

"Come, let's sit in the pavilion."

Li Xian was about to retort when she saw Lu Youlan stand up and grab her hand. Without waiting for her to speak, she pulled her all the way to the pavilion and sat down.

Lu Youlan shouted casually:
"Mei'er, serve the tea."

"Yes, ma'am."

This maid was naturally not Huo Meir. Huo Meir was following Xue Nu, training ghost soldiers everywhere. They were traveling together with a Ghost King and a Ghost Queen.

But Lu Youlan was used to calling her that, so she called the new maid Mei'er.

Li Xian seemed a little overwhelmed by this situation.

Lu Youlan said calmly:

"Has my sister ever done it with my husband?"

Li Xian didn't expect that the first lady of the Marquis' Mansion would speak such ruthless words. She immediately defended herself:

"Madam, the criminal is the widow of the Zhen family..."

Lu Youlan asked curiously:

"Weren't you divorced?"

"Ning'er told me that the woman from the Zhen family and the woman from the Bao family both received divorce letters and have been kicked out of the house."

Li Xian was speechless.

In terms of identity, she has nothing to do with the Zhen family.

Confucians praise chastity arches, but they don't mind normal remarriage.

The identity of Zhen family's daughter-in-law is gone.

The chastity arch is gone.

What does she have left now?

Lu Youlan added:

"My husband is very good. There are many young ladies here recently. If you don't take the initiative, my husband may not remember you."

After hearing this, Li Xian finally understood why she felt strange. She couldn't help but ask:
"Madam, don't you think that you should be faithful to one person for the rest of your life?"

"Why are you so calm?"

Lu Youlan smiled and said:

"I only recognize my husband and will be loyal to him for my whole life."

"My husband is devoted to me forever."

"As for other women, as long as your husband can take care of them, I have no reason to object. I can't take care of them alone anyway."

"Last time, even with many sisters joining forces, we couldn't even tire our husbands out."

"If you're shy, sister, I can help you."

When Lu Youlan mentioned this, she couldn't help but touch her stomach. The traces left in her body were still warm, as if she had taken a panacea that needed to be digested slowly.

"My husband is very powerful. Do you want to try it?"

Li Xian blushed slightly. She had never expected that this lady was even more rude than the Marquis of Guanjun. She spoke without restraint. She could only refuse.

"Madam, the criminal woman is already taken."

"Since the Marquis..."

Lu Youlan asked curiously:
"You've been divorced, and have you ever had sex with your ex-husband?"

Li Xian was speechless again.

Lu Youlan is a person who always speaks very directly. Her emotions are expressed very clearly, and she rarely hides things in her heart.

Li Xian lowered her head and said:
"Never."

Lu Youlan asked curiously:
"In that case, why are you afraid of your husband?"

"My husband is a very nice person. He likes pretty girls. It's simple and easy to understand."

No, that's not right.

Li Xian tried to refute:
"I'm not afraid, it's just that I'm not suitable for you, my Lord..."

Lu Youlan asked curiously:

"My husband has many abilities. Whatever you like, it's fine."

"For example, Sister Qingyue likes her husband to be younger, and I like my husband to be more domineering."

"Are you picky about certain traits?"

not like this!
Li Xian felt like she had something to say unclearly. Why was Mrs. Lu so weird?
She couldn't help but stand up and said:

"no!"

"I don't like the Marquis..."

At this time, the poem in Li Xian's hand fell down, and Lu Youlan saw it. She couldn't help but laugh:
"So you like literature just like sister Zhiruo."

"It's okay, I'll call Sister Zhiruo over right away."

Wait, that’s not the case.

(End of this chapter)