After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

"Although he is a monster, but I think the title of 'ghost' should be more suitable for him than me, or the organization behind him is the most appropriate. I would rather die in this golden core period old man The demon subordinates will not do such a thing."

Chapter 18 Waiting and Hopeful

The imperial capital of the Dragon Dynasty, under the porridge shed.

A poorly dressed girl lined up, chatting casually with the beggars.

The queue formed a long queue. Since the porridge shed was opened in the imperial capital, beggars from outside came here every day to wait for alms.

The porridge and water here are kept available throughout the day, and there is no limit to the share, so everyone can drink as much as they want.

This also caused a large number of refugees to gather in the imperial capital, which became a headache for the imperial guards.

Originally, they had the direct right to expel these beggars, but the decision to sell the porridge was made by the poisonous third prince, and His Majesty gave orders in advance to allow all the policies promulgated by the princes as much as possible during the election of the emperor's heir.

Even the decree promulgated by the fourth prince to allow horseback riding on the avenues in the capital was allowed, and there was no way to clearly refute the proposal of opening a porridge shed to help the victims.

To drive away the victims is to openly oppose the third prince and stand on the opposite side of that prince.

For most officials of the Dragon Dynasty, this is a very unwise behavior.

Even if I don't support the third prince being made a prince, try not to be openly against this poisonous insect who will get stung by a pussy if you touch it. After all, this vicious girl who does everything, but always has the emperor to protect her Making a counterattack is something they don't want to face and bear.

Even the low-level officers and soldiers saw that they had formed a long line again, and the refugees who blocked the traffic could only hold their horsewhips and couldn't vent their anger.

Half a month ago, a drunk officer and soldier drove a steed into a crowd of refugees. The hooves of the horse ran over a [-]-year-old man to death and seriously injured three other beggars.

If this matter were put in the original place, no one would care about the lives of exiled beggars who do not even have basic civil rights.

However, after the poisonous prince heard about this, he rushed to the scene overnight. After watching the dead and wounded at the scene, he walked into the army guarding the imperial capital—the military yamen of the Dragon Army with a smile, and went to find the master in person. The soldier's name is coming.

The next day, the soldier was skinned and hung naked on the White Tiger Gate to intimidate everyone.

And after the morning court ended the next day, the fourth prince who proposed to allow horseback riding on the inner avenue of the imperial capital was blocked by the third sister on the way back to his palace, and his left index finger was forcibly broken.

Since then, everyone has only had a headache for this group of refugees, at least when they are honestly waiting in line for porridge, no one dares to control the real thing.

There was a joke circulating in the imperial capital, saying that these refugees were "ordered to eat porridge" by stepping on shoes made of centipedes and on the faces of poisonous insects.

But not only the soldiers in the imperial capital, but even the beggars who were originally in the imperial capital, not many people liked the third prince.

On the one hand, this woman is indeed notorious in the capital, and these beggars are the most well-informed. They are begging for food on the street all day long, so it is difficult to have a good impression of this imperial daughter. ,

On the other hand, because her porridge donation attracted a large number of beggars from outside, it became difficult to grab the porridge they could have eaten, and the queue became longer.

The local beggars scolded the non-local beggars for having no rules, and transferred their anger to the poisonous insect who issued the porridge order. Many people deliberately left a sip of porridge on the ground, stomping their feet and cursing the poisonous insect as fake. Mercy, damn it.

No, in today's team, there were also local beggars yelling at them.

"Damn it, today's team got another slap, that poisonous bug really thinks he can show his face by throwing up some porridge?"

Some beggars who just came from other places around me didn't know why, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Scared, the third prince opened a porridge shed to pity us. If you don't like it, go outside and stay."

"Hey, hey, hey! You bastards from other places, dare to challenge grandpa and me, and don't even look at who owns this place?"

The thin, tall, bearded beggar rolled his eyes, coughed a mouthful of thick phlegm, and spat on the ground. He looked at the few people around him who seemed to be dusty and dusty, and had traveled a lot. Poor ghost: "To tell you the truth, this porridge was originally given to us by Mr. Wang, the grain official, who showed kindness and sympathy for the people. Who knew that the poisonous bug would be a good opportunity to buy people's hearts, hey! It is shameless to take all the credit of Mr. Wang!"

This sentence made a few lively beggars come over and asked quickly: "What else is there?"

"Of course, this is just in time for the election of the crown prince. These princes have gone all out to win hearts and minds!"

The tall and thin beggar was very happy when he saw that this group of ignorant outsiders had come over, he raised his neck arrogantly, and said in a serious manner: "If you want me to say, look at the eldest prince, Xiu Da The dam and the embankment are all doing great things to save the people from the water and fire. What about the second prince? Opening a medical clinic and setting up a school are all far-sighted things... Look at this poisonous insect again, huh, Only you starving ghosts will treasure the little porridge she donated. How can we lead our Dragon Dynasty to prosperity with two full meals?"

The beggar from other places asked in confusion: "But don't you also eat porridge here?"

The skinny beggar who was running on these words stared, stomped his feet and scolded the street: "Fucking you stinky, pickled bastard, what do you know? The porridge I'm drinking is for the sake of Mr. Wang Siliang. What does it matter to the poisonous insects who take the credit, it doesn’t matter if you starving ghosts are grateful, but don’t mistake the person who thanked you.”

"Oh, it's Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang."

A few beggars from other places hadn't had enough to eat for a few days, and they didn't have the energy to scold the tall and thin man, so they just agreed casually, waiting for a mouthful of hot porridge to pour down their stomachs.

After all, they don't care about Lord Wang or Lord Li, or poisonous insects or snakes, as long as they have food, it is the last word.

The tall and thin man regained his composure, looked up at the line that was about to line up with them, and let out a breath from his nostrils.

"Hmph, it's a pity that Mr. Wang didn't end well in the end, alas..."

"My lord, what's the matter?"

"I heard that in order to seize the credit, the poisonous insect prevented Mr. Wang from getting her limelight. She actually, she actually killed Mr. Wang to death! Hey! It's really unconscionable! Mr. Wang's daughter-in-law has gone crazy because of excessive grief. Lah, I'm going crazy inside my house every day, grabbing a lot of rice grains and stuffing them into my mouth, and throwing up after stuffing, not to mention how disgusting it is."

"Oh, how pitiful, how pitiful."

While the beggars responded, they also felt worthless for Mr. Wang.

The girl who was patted in front of several people turned around and looked at the tall and thin man with a smile.

"No, you're a little bit wrong."

The thin and tall beggar hates others to refute his face, and he is proud of it. Suddenly someone speaks against him, and he immediately becomes annoyed. Seeing that it is a little girl, he is even more angry: "You yellow-haired girl, what do you know? I Look at your delicate skin and tender flesh, you are not a little whore who escaped from a brothel, right?"

"No."

Being humiliated, the poorly dressed girl just shook her head, waved to a few beggars from other places, and pointed to the front of the line: "Go ahead, we will be in line soon."

The few beggars didn't care about the gossip after hearing the words, and followed the team one after another.

The tall and thin beggar felt ashamed, pointed at the girl's spine and yelled a few vulgar and ugly words.

When several people had taken the lead and walked to the open space next to the porridge shed to squat down to drink porridge, the tall and thin beggar came over aggressively.

Seeing that the girl was just taking a sip of the steaming porridge bowl, she slapped the girl's porridge angrily, and cursed: "You bastard, you just helped the poisonous insects talk, how could you have the face to drink Mrs. Wang's porridge?" meal!?"

"oops……"

Seeing the hot porridge spilled on the ground, the girl bent down with some distress, picked up the broken bowl, raised her neck and took a sip, smack the porridge and rice taste between her lips, and wiped it with the back of her hand contentedly. I bit my mouth.

The tall, thin beggar who was ignored was red-faced, and was about to slap him with his hand, but there were beggars around who couldn't stand it, and raised their hands to stop him: "Why are you embarrassing a little girl, she has been in line with us for a long time, It’s so hard to get such a bowl of porridge, what are you doing!”

"Damn, white-eyed wolf, she speaks for poisonous insects, do you still have a conscience!?"

The girl straightened up, brushed her hair, and said with a smile: "I didn't speak for the poisonous insect, I just said that there was a little mistake in what you just said."

Hearing that the girl's accent was Beijing accent, the tall and thin beggar snorted: "What do you know, you bastard?"

"Then it's not because Mrs. Wang died, she went crazy because she was overly sad--she, she ate the rat meat that the poisonous insect personally roasted for her, and was infected by the indelible love in the meat. Zhiji went mad."

"What nonsense!"

"Hehe, if you have a chance, you should also taste the delicious rat meat."

The girl shook her head, and was about to get away when a gray-clothed figure suddenly appeared from the crowd in the distance.

A cold light flashed, and the sharp blade pierced the girl involuntarily.

It seems that there is a lot of hatred in it, and it seems that it is a desperate blow with all its strength.

The gray-clothed man was like a bolt of lightning galloping over, stabbing firmly at the girl's body.

"poisonous insect!!!"

It was unanimously confirmed that there was a feedback of the feeling of piercing something, and the gray-clothed person suppressed the great pain and shouted.

Turning the hilt of the sword, I could feel the creaking and creaking of the blade, crushing the soft viscera.

The joy of revenge activated every cell in his body, making the man in gray couldn't help but want to draw out his sword and stab a few more times.

however……

"Who are you here?"

The girl dressed like a beggar raised her head, her expression was not nervous, but she was looking thoughtfully at the appearance of the man in gray in front of her.

It was at this time that the severe pain from the abdomen made the man in gray wake up suddenly.

He looked down at his stomach.

His hands were firmly holding the hilt of the sword, and the blade of the short sword had already sunk into his abdomen.

"Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh..."

"I don't remember your face anymore... Can you tell me what made you assassinate me? Was it instigated by someone or caused by a family feud?"

The man in gray who was spitting out blood didn't understand what happened just now, he just stared at the woman in front of him with his eyes wide open, and squeezed out from between his teeth: "You... poisonous insect!" ...Kill my parents...Mutilate my sister...I want you...to die..."

"It seems to be a family feud."

At the same time as the voice of the beggar girl landed, there was also the knee of the man in gray.

His legs went limp and he knelt on the ground, blood dripping down on the ground.

The beggars screamed one after another, and the guards of the Dragon Army who were on guard all the time finally rushed over.

"Scatter, scatter! Who is here..."

The beggar girl raised her head, her palm ignited purple qi, and wiped it along her face.

The gray-brown freckles, withered and yellow skin, and dusty hair all disappeared like a dream.

"it's me."

"Third, Third Highness?!"

When the guard holding the long dagger saw the girl's lineup, his knees softened in fright, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop: "Little rescue is late, please forgive me, Your Highness!"

Originally, according to the rules, this sentence should say "a small death".

But in front of this poisonous third prince, mercy is more effective than courtesy.

After all, if she is willing, the empty talk of "ten thousand deaths" is not impossible.

However, the third prince, Long Chaohua, lowered his head, ignored the guard, and just lowered his body to look at the man in gray who came to seek revenge.

"Looking at your appearance, you are in your early 20s... Both your parents are dead, and your sister is disabled... Well, no, it's too vague, can you tell me what your last name is?"

"My surname is...You...Three years ago...you killed me...many families...you will not avenge this revenge...I swear not... let it go!"

The assassin in gray still wanted to speak, but the soldier behind hurriedly punched him on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.

The assassin couldn't survive, but they didn't want to die yet, and they didn't want to further anger this murderous monster.

But Long Chaohua just nodded slightly: "I remember his name, You Zhongcai, the son of General Fengjie... Oh... I see, this matter is also on my head?"

"Third Highness, this place is dangerous, please return to the palace quickly!"

"I'm fine, take him down and treat him well."

"This……"

"He was not fatally injured, not fatal."

The third prince, Long Chaohua, raised his head and smiled softly: "Remember what I said, he's 'not lethal'. If he can't be rescued, or if some 'accident' happens after the rescue, then I would be very upset."

"Yes, yes...then you..."

"I seem to have said, 'I'm fine', should I repeat it a second time?"

"Small dare not!"

The soldiers lowered their heads, cold sweat dripping down their foreheads.

Long Chaohua waved his hands in boredom, and the soldiers hurriedly carried the seriously injured man in gray to the left and right as if they were being pardoned.

Looking at the blood mixed with the spilled rice porridge on the ground, Long Chaohua squatted down thoughtfully, gently dipped his fingers in the scarlet rice porridge on the ground, and slowly drew.

"Counting the days, she will almost arrive in the capital... Hehe, where will she assassinate me then... I really look forward to... She and the one hidden in the imperial capital, who is his enemy... ...Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Mumbling to himself, a scarlet "Ling" appeared on the ground.

Long Chaohua stood up, looked back, and saw several beggars limp into a ball lying on the ground, the porridge that hadn't had time to drink spilled on the mud and rolled into mud beads.

And the tall and thin beggar was convulsed all over, his crotch was covered with wet marks, his face was flushed red, and his expression was ferocious.

Looking at the chest that no longer rises and falls, the twisted limbs, and the pupils that gradually spread.

Long Chaohua sighed, and casually said to the beggars from other places: "After you finish your porridge, find a place to bury him. At least don't let him stink near the porridge shed, spoiling everyone's appetite."

Chapter 19 Reverse Floret

The convoy drove away from Andu Town slowly, Hang Yanling sat cross-legged in the car, resting his chin with his hand.

The morning light shone through the curtains into the small space inside the carriage. Today, she changed out of the expensive evening dress and put on the casual clothes she usually wears.

"What are you thinking?"