The Chronicle of the Rebirth of the First Daughter

Chapter 133 Secret Maintenance

Gao Zixuan tightened his arms around Yuechan, and Yuechan gasped in pain.

Gao Zixuan smiled: "Now you know it hurts, where were you when my heart hurts?"

This man is crazy!

Yuechan was thinking to herself, she squeezed Gao Zixuan's arm with her right hand, and sneered, "Your lord, what nonsense are you talking about? If it gets out, how will Yuechan live? There are a lot of beauties in the lord's house. Is there a lot of beauties around? It's nothing if Yuechan wants something like this..."

"Hehe!" Gao Zixuan loosened his arms and laughed softly. Even Yuechan couldn't help admiring. This person is really good. A scum like Gao Zixuan was born in such a family, but he is so good. His looks and voice are good enough to be attractive, no wonder there are so many women in his family, all of them are still devoted to him.

"What?" Gao Zixuan stretched out a hand and touched Yuechan's thin white earlobe: "I'm jealous, don't worry, I only have you in my heart, they are nothing, you have to nod and agree to marry me, I will marry you." The king sent them all away."

What he said made people feel chills, Yuechan didn't believe what he said, if she drove away those women today, it would be hard to guarantee that she, Meng Yuechan, would not be driven away tomorrow.

Yuechan secretly gritted her teeth, just wanting to think this way, she wished she could beat her head hard.

What's wrong with her?Why did Gao Zixuan lose his usual calmness and rationality when he saw Gao Zixuan, he actually fought like a child, and was led by him, and his thoughts were somewhat in line with his mind, this is not a good sign.

After calming down, Yuechan also laughed: "That's unnecessary, my lord, Yuechan has no talent, no good looks, and her wealth is not good, she is not worthy of my lord, and I dare not work for my lord, so I ask my lord to put Yuechan back. Yuechan is going back to the residence."

It was the first time that Gao Zixuan was happy when he saw a woman who could not pretend to talk to him. After thinking for a while, he nodded: "That's fine. In order to prevent you from being suspected, this king will not send you back home."

As he spoke, he stamped his left foot a few times, and the bearer turned his head and walked towards the gate of the palace.

Inside the sedan chair, Gao Zixuan sized Yuechan up again, only holding her in his arms and not letting go, Rao Yuechan, who had gone through two lives, was too ashamed to lift her head at this moment, it's a pity, her strength was completely useless in front of Gao Zixuan. Don't work hard, otherwise, she has to...

Stop, this idea is unacceptable, if Gao Zixuan is hit, her death will be minor, and the whole family will be ruined.

The sedan chair was carried quickly, and soon returned to the gate of the palace. Yuechan was about to get off the sedan chair, but Gao Zixuan dragged her, and whispered: "Forget it, I will protect you, you can do whatever you want, but don't miss it." Forget about this king in good conscience."

While talking, he let go of Yuechan and watched Yuechan get off the sedan chair and climb into the Meng family's carriage, and saw the driver driving the carriage away with a whip. Back home..."

When Meng Yuechan returned home, she ordered Huamei and the others to pack their things, and asked Meng Zhiwen to come, and told Meng Zhiwen what Emperor Tianchen meant, and she rushed to Zhuangzi with a few maids. superior.

There, Meng Zhiwen naturally helped Yuechan deal with the aftermath, explained the matter to the old lady, and then sent some family guards to the Biezhuang, and asked these people to surround the whole Biezhuang in order to protect Yuechan's safety.

When Yuechan arrived at Zhuangzi, she couldn't care less about cleaning up, and hurried to the backyard with the thrush and three people. When they arrived at the weaving room, Huan'er and the others went to tend the loom, while Yuechan started looking for silk threads.

To weave cloth, silk threads are particularly important. Silk threads of different materials produce completely different cloths.

The silk threads that Yuechan found were very special. Not to mention the top-quality white silk, the patterned silk threads were all spun from bird feathers. They were smooth and translucent, much brighter than silk.

Yuechan first separated the somewhat transparent white silk, one by one, and a thin silk thread had to be cut into eighteen strands. small portion.

Next, she gave Huamei a few performances. The three of them followed Yuechan for several years and learned a lot of skills. It was no problem to do this. He turned on the loom and began to weave cloth with clanging noises.

The first short piece of white translucent and light silk silk was easy to weave, but the patterned part later was really difficult.

Rao Yuechan's mind was extraordinary, but she was so dizzy that she almost collapsed on the loom.

She only cares about weaving here, but she doesn't think that someone outside the village has already made plans.

On the high wall outside Zhuangzi, several men in black glanced at each other and nodded to express their determination. One of the men in black took out his sleeve arrow and shot it at the guard who was patrolling.

Seeing that the arrow was about to be inserted into the servant's throat, several other men in black appeared out of nowhere, and one of them had cold eyes, and he stretched out his hand to grab the arrow in his palm.

Several other men in black jumped onto the fence, drew their knives from their waists, and slashed at them.

The men in black who came first saw that things were not good, so they didn’t bother to fight, they jumped over the wall and ran away, but the people behind didn’t chase after them, they jumped off the wall and hid in the dark, silently protecting the people on the village .

It is only said that the previous few men in black ran all the way, and when they ran to the shelter, a young man in white clothes suddenly walked out of the shadows. The young man held a jasper flute in his hand, and was gentle to the men in black. Smile, originally a smile like a spring flower, but in the eyes of the man in black, it is as cold as ice.

"Do you end it yourself, or do you want me to do it?"

The young man in white was speaking softly, and before the man in black could react, he had already made a move. A jade flute was twirling in the palm of his hand, and silver particles as thin as cow hair were shot out from one of the flute holes of the jade flute. The needles came, and under the cover of night, they shot at the bodies of several men in black.

There was a thump, a thud, and the young man in white smiled and shook his head secretly. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he picked up a few people and ran quickly.

Walking to a courtyard, the young man in white directly threw a few men in black into it, clapped his hands, stroked the jade flute for a long time with green fingers, and then turned and left.

If Yuechan could see her, she would be stunned for a long time. Such a cruel, sharp and merciless person is actually Huo Sicheng, the gentleman of Wen Qing who is known for his gentleness.

I'm afraid this night is doomed to be restless. After the men in black left earlier, another person wanted to sneak into the Biezhuang. It was also the people who were lying in the Biezhuang. They dealt with several people separately. , which allowed Yuechan to weave at night safely.

In the early morning, when the first ray of light shined through the clouds, the Ninth Prince's mansion was busy, with servants coming and going in a hurry, cleaning the courtyard, and cooking food for the master.

There is even that beautiful concubine dressed up enchantingly, wanting to please the prince.

It's a pity that the Ninth Prince is staying behind closed doors right now, no matter who it is, don't even want to see his true self.

What is the Ninth Prince doing? He is sitting high on the couch right now, holding an arrow with a black stem and white feathers in his hand.

"He Shun, how could someone be so overconfident..."

The Ninth Prince exerted force on his hand, and the arrow shaft made of high-quality black iron was already bent: "Against your Ninth Master, do they think their life is too long?"

He Shun wiped his sweat, and was also shocked by his master's hand, and smiled flatteringly: "Yeah, that's right, they really think their lives are too long."

The Ninth Prince waved his hand: "Tell the hidden guards to be vigilant, and if they can't protect Miss Meng's safety, then let them come to see you."

"Yes, yes..." He Shun responded repeatedly, taking a peek at the Ninth Prince, thinking that our master is Jun, and his angry appearance is not comparable to others, and I don't know what Miss Meng is thinking, How come you can't look down on our master, hey, it's wasted the master's painstaking efforts towards her.

Raising his eyebrows and smiling coldly, the Ninth Prince stretched out his hand and flicked it. The bent arrow had already flown to another place. With a ding sound, it hit the snow-white wall without a feather. If others saw this skill, they might be scared Come on, when did the Ninth Prince, who is vulgar and has no merits other than his looks, become so powerful?

Just as He Shun was wiping his sweat and the Ninth Prince was sulking, the door opened with a bang, and under the sunlight, the cold face of the Third Prince was like the impermanence of hell.

"Ninth brother..."

The third prince entered, He Shun hurriedly closed the door, and greeted the third prince neatly.

"Ninth brother did a good job!" The third prince's face was even more frosty: "For the sake of a woman, he will not hesitate to expose our strength. Ninth brother is really good at scheming."

"Third brother is here!" The Ninth Prince was not annoyed at all, leaning on the couch with a wicked smile on his face: "Third brother, that's not what you said, what is the purpose of our two brothers developing in secret? Don’t you think that one day you will not be popular, no longer be bullied by others, and you can sit in that position openly, but if you can’t protect the people you want to protect, according to my brother, what’s the use of having that seat?”

"you……"

In a word, the Third Prince was furious and slapped the table: "Ninth Brother, you should at least discuss it with Brother."

"Hmph!" The Ninth Prince sneered: "What are you discussing? Do you have to be cruel and forbearing like the third brother? The third brother is good. I don't care about the backyard. I leave it to the third sister-in-law to take care of it. Those women in your backyard are really like wolves and tigers." Ah, how can the third sister-in-law be an opponent, a good son will be lost in the hands of these women, if I am the third brother..."

The Ninth Prince hadn't finished speaking, but when he saw the angry face of the Third Prince, he immediately felt a little regretful, quickly got up from the couch, and greeted the Third Prince, "I'm sorry, Third Brother, my younger brother didn't mean it, but... "

As he spoke, he pointed to the arrow on the wall: "Third Brother, you can see that this arrow is not owned by our Dazhao, it may belong to the Beidi spies. The emperor lost all face after ten days, and those brothers in our family are not fuel-efficient lamps, and they all want to get a foot in the door. If I don't protect myself, after ten days, not only Meng Yuechan will die, but the face of the emperor will also be destroyed. ..."

In a word, the third prince no longer has the slightest anger. He and the ninth prince are brothers from the same mother. If the bones are broken, how can they be really angry with their younger brother.

Patting the Ninth Prince's shoulder, the Third Prince sighed: "You are still too reckless, don't you know that Father has no plans, and I am afraid that Father will also send someone to guard, what does Father think when you do this?" .”

"Third brother, I don't care about other things. I just do my best. If the father blames me, the third brother will blame me and I will bear it myself." Ninth prince's words made the third prince wish to strangle him to death Meng Yuechan.

It's all this woman who makes my younger brother look even worse. Every time he encounters something about Meng Yuechan, the ninth younger brother loses his composure and doesn't look like him at all. If, if there is no Meng Yuechan...

"Third brother, don't even think about it. If you don't want our brotherhood to end, you'd better not get Yuechan's idea." Ninth Prince's face changed slightly, and he warned the Third Prince.

(End of this chapter)