Qing Fu Jin

Chapter 62
Wu Zhu pulled Ling Bo and walked quickly all the way. Ling Bo's arm hurt so badly from her grasp, she couldn't help but stop her, but she acted as if she didn't hear him, instead she walked faster and faster.

"What are you doing!"

Ling Bo flung her hand away abruptly, glaring at her.

Wuzhu was out of breath, and also stared at her.The two looked at each other like fighting cocks.

Ling Bo frowned, only to realize that Wu Zhu had dragged her to a desolate place. Looking around, it seemed like an abandoned school yard.

The maid and the maids she brought stood around the two of them, everyone was at a loss.

"Where is this, what are you going to do?" She asked with a hint of questioning in her tone.

Wuzhu adjusted her standing posture, faced her, face to face, eye to eye, and said seriously: "You must have heard the rumors in Beijing recently."

"What rumor?"

"Don't pretend to be foolish! In the Mulan paddock, Bozhe and I spent the night together. It's a well-known fact. As long as I want, things can go in any direction I want."

Wuzhu held her chin high, looking at her triumphantly, like a rooster with a winning chance.

But Ling Bo didn't show panic like she expected, on the contrary, like the calm water surface, the waves were calm.

"Don't you have anything to say?" She asked with a frown.

Ling Bo leisurely folded his arms across his chest, and said lightly, "What do you want me to say?"

Wuzhu said impatiently, "Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Are you afraid that I will snatch Bozhe away?"

Ling Bo sneered.

"Bozhe is not a thing, you can grab it if you want? He is a man, a man with his own mind, a man who dares to beat up the emperor's son, and he will let you manipulate him? Besides..."

"And what?"

Ling Bo smiled confidently: "Besides, his heart is with me, you can't take it away even if you want to!"

Wu Zhu was upset, very upset, she felt that the confidence in Ling Bo's eyes was extremely dazzling.

Why is this woman so determined, why is she calm, why does she think she can't take Bo Zhe away? !

In an instant, countless ways flashed through her mind, and she finally decided to sneer.

"Are you so sure that Bozhe's heart is with you?"

Ling Bo raised his eyebrows.

Wu Zhu smiled strangely: "If his heart was with you, he would not spend the night with me at my request; if his heart was with you, he would not take good care of me when I was hurt; If his heart was there, he would not have skin-to-skin contact with me; if his heart was with you, he would not come out and explain when rumors are flying everywhere."

Ling Bo's expression finally changed.

Spending the night together, skin-to-skin contact, these sensitive words finally caused waves in her calm heart.

The change in her expression gave Wuzhu a little more confidence in her judgment.

It turned out that her confidence in Bo Zhe was not as strong as she showed.

"Last time at the Empress Dowager's place, you asked Nanny Li to examine you to prove your innocence, but you also told everyone that you had no relationship with Bo Zhe when you were doing the trial marriage Gege, that is to say, Your marriage is a fraud!"

Wu Zhu's tone suddenly increased, which shocked Ling Bo.

"On the other hand, it is well known that I spent one night with Bozhe. If I told Huang Ama that my body had already been given to Bozhe, what do you think would happen? Would Bozhe's marriage be reversed again? ? Will Huang Ama make another marriage proposal? You or me, who will have the last laugh?"

The more Wu Zhu talked, the more excited she became, and even her eyeballs shone brightly.

Ling Bo's heart was completely shaken.

"For a man, don't you even want your own reputation?" She looked at Wuzhu suspiciously.

Wu Zhu laughed, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"At the beginning, the matter between you and the third elder brother was also a turmoil, but who still remembers it now? People, the most forgetful, as long as I marry Bo Zhe in the end, who will hold on to such insignificant things? Don't let things go?"

Ling Bo bit his lip.

Wuzhu is about to break the jar.

But will she be afraid, will she shrink back?

Fucha Misihan is an old man who is more stubborn than a stubborn stone. Ling Bo has also inherited his temper, and when he is strong, he will be strong. The more he pushes her, the more she resists.

"Okay! You go tell it, go tell the emperor, go tell the queen mother, go tell the whole world! There are so many old nuns in the palace, just find one to check your body, your lies will be self-defeating! "She puffed out her chest, as if she wanted to push it into Wuzhu's face.

Wuzhu was furious.

"You! How dare you talk to me like that?! I am a princess, Princess Heshuo Rongxian!"

Ling Bo snorted coldly.

"So what? I'm still Gege from the Fucha family! I, Ama, am the elder of the court, and my military exploits are world-class. You think I'm afraid of you!"

The two of them unconsciously used the same posture, with their backs crossed, their chests raised high, and their eyes wide open.

All the onlookers opened their mouths wide open.

To use an adjective that transcends the times, Lei, Lei has turned over.

Wu Zhu puffed her face, staring at Ling Bo without blinking, until she almost shed tears.

"Okay! Do you dare to bet with me? If anyone loses, he will let Bo Zhe out and never appear in front of him again for the rest of his life!"

She gritted her teeth as if to eat someone.

"Gamble, bet, whoever is afraid of whoever!"

Ling Bo was not to be outdone, his eyes almost popped out.

"Tell me, what are you betting on?"

Wu Zhu clapped her hands twice, and said loudly: "Come here, get two sets of bows and arrows, and get a plate of duck pears!"

"Yes!" Two maids in the palace agreed, and quickly ran to get the things.

Ling Bo looked sideways at Wu Zhu, and said coldly, "Have you already prepared?"

Wuzhu snorted, folded her arms and didn't even look at her.

Ling Bo didn't bother to pay attention to her, he turned around and pointed his back at her.

After a while, bows and arrows and pears were brought.

Wuzhu took a pear from the plate, weighed it in his hand, and said to Ling Bo: "If you want to bet, you should bet big. Marriage is a lifelong event. I am determined to win Bo Zhe, and I dare to bet my life. You dare?"

She raised her chin and looked sideways at Ling Bo, her gaze full of provocation.

Ling Bo's mind became hot: "If you dare, I will!"

"Okay!" Wuzhu said emphatically, "Then let me explain the rules. We each take an arrow and put a pear on the opponent's head. With a distance of a hundred steps, the winner will be determined with one arrow. Only if we hit the pear And if you don’t hurt anyone, you win; if you miss a pear, hit a person, or shoot nothing, you lose. On the contrary, if the target person dodges, he will automatically surrender. How about it, don’t you dare? Dare to bet?"

Ling Bo gasped, this girl is really risking her life.

However, playing psychological warfare with me?Hmph, my sister has watched countless TV series anyway, play with me?I play you to death!

"The one who dare not bet is the turtle!"

She snatched the Yali from Wuzhu's hand and said, "You shoot first!"

Wuzhu was overjoyed.

Such a gamble is life-threatening, and of course she hopes that she will shoot first.Not to mention that she is proficient in bow and horse, and the archery was also taught by Kangxi himself, so the probability of winning is much higher than that of the opponent.For a delicate little girl like Ling Bo, just by being pointed at with an arrow by her, she would probably pee her pants in fright.Even if she wasn't frightened, as long as she intentionally misses the shot, if she doesn't shoot her dead, she can also shoot her disfigured, and see how she will marry.

At this moment, various vicious thoughts flashed through Wu Zhu's heart.

She took the bow and arrow in her hand and walked a hundred paces away.

Ling Bo had torn two buns of hair apart, threw all the jewelry on the ground, put a pear on top of his head with long hair, and stood firmly.

Wu Zhu bent his bow and set an arrow, the arrow was shining coldly, and aimed coldly at Ling Bo.

(End of this chapter)