Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

In the middle of the night, half dreaming and half awake, I heard constant noises, but I have been sleepy for the past few days, so I ignored them.

The next morning, I got up early in the morning.

Since I had a good night's rest, I prepared to set off early.

Yesterday it rained lightly day and night, today the sky is clear and the air after the rain is refreshing.

I let Wan Ruo put the breakfast in the downstairs hall, because there are long windows on both sides of the main entrance of the inn lobby.When it is all open, you can see the fresh and green leaves of the nearby trees.

It was still early, and there were only three or two people in the hall having breakfast.

I found a corner seat by the window to have dinner with Wan Ruo.Several guards sat aside one by one, protecting my table inside.

I sat facing the window because I was greedy for sex after the morning rain. I wanted to finish my breakfast earlier and then set off to continue my journey.

But suddenly I heard the noise behind me, and when I turned around, I saw a person "flying towards me."

It was indeed flying, because he was thrown in my direction by another person like a sack.

The guards around me stood up instantly, caught the "flying" person, and sent them to the side with slow strength.I looked at that person, it seemed that he was just dressed up by ordinary people.

Look at the throwing man again, with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, and a beard covering half of his face. He is tall and strong, wearing a Hanfu but his muscles are tense, and he looks very powerful.

Seeing me looking at him at this time, he also stared at those big copper bell-like eyes and looked me up and down with disdain.

I frowned slightly, and saw that although this person was dressed in my imperial attire, his appearance looked like a barbarian from northern Xinjiang.

This time I rushed to Yuzhou, because I had important matters to attend to, so I ignored this person so as not to cause more trouble.

Fang wanted to order people to pack up and set off, but several people came down from the second floor of the inn.

"De Ang, you still haven't apologized to this young master."

At first, a person was wearing a black narrow-sleeved gown with a crown on his head, his body was as strong as the man called De Ang, and his facial features were deep and his eyes were piercing.

The man called De Ang seemed to be his servant, he listened to the man's words with great obedience, took a few steps closer and cupped his fists and said, "My lord, forgive me."

I nodded slightly and didn't say anything else, I just asked people to pack their bags and set off immediately.

It's just that when we turned around, the man was blocking my way, and the guards on the side were about to step forward, but I made a gesture with my eyes and stood aside.

He looked at me with piercing eyes, "I'm Bufeng, haven't you asked your master yet?"

I nodded and smiled, looked directly at him but didn't answer, "What advice, Mr. Bu Feng?"

His eyes still stared at me fiercely, and I smiled back and looked back at him without giving in.

After a long while, he smiled loudly, "My caravan passed by here, but unexpectedly met someone like Young Master. I have no other intentions. I always like to make friends, but I just want to make friends with Young Master."

It's fine if it's someone else, but I'm afraid that this person's appearance and behavior are not as simple as that of an ordinary caravan, and even though he is dressed in my court, he looks like a person from northern Xinjiang no matter his speech, accent or body shape.

Although the northern border is now surrendered to our dynasty, it has never lost its wolf ambition, and has been eyeing the northern border of our dynasty for a long time.

Although my uncle has not ordered the closure of the national roads in Northern Xinjiang to cut off commercial and trade exchanges for the sake of people's livelihood and peaceful coexistence with Northern Xinjiang for the time being, but the people in Northern Xinjiang always make me have to worry about it.

I cupped my hands and cupped my fists, "It's just that we meet by chance, Mr. Bufeng has nothing to worry about, and I still have important things to do."