Rebirth: The Poisonous Wife

A hundred miles of night, Hua restrained his smile and his face became cold.

"It's up to the princess to decide whether it's a rumor. If it's a rumor, it's a rumor. If it's not, it's not."

The princess of South Vietnam smiled and smiled brightly: "if I say it's not a rumor, what can your highness four do for me?"

A different color flashed in Baili Yehua's eyes, "the king can promise anything."

As long as you can get rid of Princess Xian, it's not a pity to pay any price.

Moreover, making friends with South Vietnam is of great benefit, and we have to rely on the power of other countries in the future.

"Oh, really?" the princess of South Vietnam had bright eyes and a smile. She looked up and down at bailiyanhua again. "If I said I wanted the position of the fourth imperial concubine, would your highness give it?"

"..." the hundred mile night stopped.

There was a moment of silence in the back garden.

The hundred mile night Hua didn't blink and said calmly, "the king said he could promise any conditions."

He has the ambition to dominate the world. Women are just beautiful vases. It doesn't matter what they put on them or where they are placed.

"Ha ha." the princess of South Vietnam smiled clearly and covered her mouth, "Your Highness Si is really cruel. He is so cruel to himself... But your highness will be disappointed. Those are just rumors."

"The flowers planted are good and have a pleasant fragrance. I want someone to plant some in the yard."

The princess of South Vietnam turned around and didn't mention anything again.

Bai Li Yehua stared coldly at her back, squinted slightly, and a cold color flashed in her eyes.

After walking out of the fourth Prince's house and taking the carriage, the princess of South Vietnam suddenly colded her face, "long man, go and find out where the fourth Prince heard the news."

Outside the carriage, the tall, dark man nodded.

*

Pei Yuan has trouble sleeping and eating. These days, he often wakes up from his dream, and his heart is like burning pain.

Vaguely, his forehead was covered with Simi's cold sweat and his face was pale.

"Well..."

When he opened his eyes slightly, he saw that his long clothes were red with blood and his heart was empty.

"Blood! Blood..."

"Ah -" the sound of panic came out.

The servant girl knocked at the door outside the study, "young master, young master?"

Pei Yuanmeng opened his eyes, his heart ached, his whole body was cold, and his long clothes were clean and free of blood.

"Young master, are you all right?" the servant girl opened the door and came in, whispering.

Pei Yuan's face was ugly. He stared at his heart and touched his face. There was no blood. He was still alive

The nightmare is getting deeper and deeper. He is afraid that one day the nightmare will become a reality. The sharp pain in his heart seems to remind him that there is not much time left... If he goes on like this, he will still die.

"Young master?" the servant girl wondered.

Pei Yuan was out of his mind. It seemed that he didn't hear anything. He stood up and walked out of the door.

Why, it's not easy to live again

He doesn't want to die yet.

Pei Yuanru lost his soul and walked in the street.

People came and went, but he was cold from head to toe.

In a trance, he thought of Jiang Jingshu.

She should have been her own wife. She took care of Pei's house in order. The property of the yuan family should also be used by herself to open up the official road. Not like now, the back house is full of miasma, and Lin Yiyao cries all day.

Walking on the road like a walking corpse, a bright figure suddenly flashed in front of me.

Pei Yuan returned to his senses and looked up.

The woman wore a moon white cloak, her head was tied close to her temples, and she walked over with a silver hairpin. Next to her, the servant girl was chirping, and the woman nodded and listened carefully.

"Jing Shu..."

Pei Yuan had a look in his eyes and unconsciously followed him.

They were several meters away. Jiang Jingshu didn't find anyone behind her. She continued to walk with an indifferent smile.

Pei Yuan stared at Jiang Jingshu's back and flashed every scene in his mind when they were husband and wife. They sang harmoniously. Jiang Jingshu was considerate, gentle and considerate. Without his saying more, he could take care of the back house in good order.

Now he is short of such a person.

If Jiang Jingshu were his wife, how nice it would be.

"Miss, what do you think of this embroidery? It must look good on the quilt!"

"Embroider pillow towels and cloth shoes..."

Jiang Jingshu listened, her cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were shy, tender and moving.

Pei Yuan's heart was burning like a fire. The bright red happy words stabbed his eyes and wanted to stir up a mess.

"Jing Shu..."

A grudge hoarse voice came.

Jiang Jingshu trembled and was cold. She didn't have to turn around to know who the voice owner was.

Pei Yuan stood in front of Jiang Jingshu and looked at her.

Jiang Jingshu smiled, her face turned cold, didn't look at him, and said, "Ping'er, let's go elsewhere."

"Young lady, let's go!" Ping'er snorted coldly to Peiyuan, holding his young lady to go.

But Pei Yuan refused to give in and stood upright in front of him. His face was pale and ugly, his eyes were gloomy, and his dissatisfied red blood eyes stared at her as if to see through her.

Pei Yuan looks very strange today. He has a gloomy smell.

His lips trembled slightly and said, "Jing Shu, are you still unwilling to forgive me? I know I'm wrong..."

"I shouldn't have listened to Lin Qingqing's woman. I shouldn't have wronged you. I was wrong... Jing Shu, can you forgive me this time?"

Jiang Jingshu's hair stands tall and cold, like hiding in an ice cellar.

His tone, his breath, as the fourth prince said, he was indeed reborn.

Pei Yuan didn't notice Jiang Jingshu's strange look and continued to mutter: "I will treat you well in this life, and I will compensate you for all my debts..."

"Pei Yuan!" Jiang Jingshu interrupted him coldly, unwilling to listen to his nonsense.

"Young master Pei, please get out of the way. I'm leaving."

Jiang Jingshu tried to leave. Pei Yuanmeng grabbed her arm. "Jing Shu... Why? Why can't you give me another chance? I'll treat you well. I'll become a powerful minister under one person and over ten thousand people in the future! As long as you and I work together, I can certainly sweep away the stumbling blocks in front of me!"

Pei Yuan is crazy, but Jiang Jingshu doesn't want to go crazy with him.

It's long over between them.

She put down her previous hatred and just wanted to live a good life.

"Enough." Qingleng's words, draw a clear line between them.

Pei Yuan was hysterical. "Jing Shu, you'll regret it. Marrying that thief will harm the whole family. Your favorite yuan family can't hold it! The yuan family will also bury him!"

"Let go of my lady!" Ping'er stared and rushed forward to push Peiyuan away. I used to think young master Pei was a good-looking man. I didn't expect that he dared to flirt with young lady in the street. It's really hard to judge by appearance.

Ping'er's rung was between the two, for fear that Peiyuan would stretch out his hand to pull miss.

Jiang Jingshu turned away with a cold face.

Ping'er gave Pei Yuan a cold hum before chasing the young lady away.

Pei Yuan stood still and muttered to himself, "you will regret... Jiang Jingshu, you will regret..."

Pei Yuan's words echoed in his ears like a magic barrier. Until he got back to the carriage, he still felt buzzing in his mind.

The Jiang family will also be buried.

Her heart was cold.

"I won't regret it. In this life, even if my hands are stained with blood, I won't let anything happen to the yuan family."

Jiang Jingshu wondered if Peiyuan would come to find her again.

However, she didn't show up after that day. It seemed that she gave up, and she gradually put her heart down.

On the contrary, the princess of South Vietnam invited again, but she also found a reason to prevaricate and declined the invitation. She wants to live a quiet and leisure life. She doesn't want to get into trouble or get involved with the princess of South Vietnam.

Her move made the South Vietnamese Princess bite her teeth angrily.

"What is she!"

The princess of Nanyue was angry, but there was no reason to be angry. Jiang Jingshu was respectful and courteous. She really couldn't make mistakes. Like a shrinking turtle, hide in the house and don't come out. If it goes on like this, it will be the day when they get married!

"No, I don't agree!"

Nanyue Princess stomped her feet angrily. The longer the time passed, the deeper her love for Ning LUOQI. She heard of Ning LUOQI's great achievements. She took credit at a young age and felt that Jiang Jingshu was not worthy of him.

But there was nothing to do.

At this time, the people of the fourth Prince's residence came to invite again.

Bai Li Yehua makes tea calmly, calm and confident.

He stroked the edge of the cup, and said, "this king asked his royal highness today to come again and ask again, is it true that Nanyue people are good at using poison?

The princess of South Vietnam pursed her lips and her face changed slightly.

"Princess Highness has sent invitation cards to ginger house over and over again these days, but... Can't you invite Miss Jiang?"

“……”

The princess of South Vietnam looked up at him.

"I have a way to let you see Miss Jiang."

"Really?" the princess of South Vietnam asked subconsciously. She was angry these days. At the thought of Jiang Jingshu, she was stuffy and short of breath.

Bai Li Yehua smiled calmly, "of course."

The princess of South Vietnam frowned, bit her lower lip, worried for a while, and then said, "what do you want to do?"

"This king wants to use the princess as a person around him. Of course, this king can swear to heaven that things will never jeopardize the royal highness of the princess, so you can rest assured."

The princess of South Vietnam frowned and did not loosen her brow for a long time.

After weighing the size between trouble and Jiang Jingshu, and finally thinking about Ning LUOQI's heroic posture, he made up his mind that he must not watch him marry another woman. He must also be involuntarily.

"OK, I promise you!"

……

After a few days, another invitation was sent to Jiang's house.

"Miss, miss..." Ping'er came in.

Jiang Jingshu raised her eyes, saw the precious and exquisite post, and frowned slightly, "is it the princess of South Vietnam again?"

These days, the princess of South Vietnam has posted several posts in a row, which are politely rejected by her.

"No, it's Princess thirteen this time."

Ping'er handed the invitation post to Jiang Jingshu. Jiang Jingshu took the post. It was an invitation post under a hundred Li month. She told how boring she was in the palace, and the mother imperial concubine didn't let her go out of the palace. Therefore, Jiang Jingshu invited her to the palace for a chat.

Jiang Jingshu thought of the innocent and playful bailiyue. Her face softened and she had no choice but to nod.

"All right."

As a matter of fact, although she doesn't like the fourth prince, she can't hate bailiyue.

Bailiyue is naive and sincere. She can't hate it.