Rebirth: The Poisonous Wife

Meanwhile, in the dark, two people were plotting.

Mujia was wearing a black dress and seemed to be integrated with the night. Her pale face was charming and more ghostly in the night.

Bailiyan is a little nervous. The success or failure is tonight.

Mu Jia smiled coldly, "the tent has been arranged. Just wait for the snipe and clam to enter the site. Your highness Qi, do you have a way to lead Jiang Jingshu over?"

Bai Liyan nodded, "don't worry, it's already arranged."

His heart flashed a little guilt and was about to destroy Jiang Jingshu. He couldn't bear it, but he thought he could double compensate her in the future, and the guilt disappeared.

Now the most important thing is to achieve their plan and lead Muluo and Ningluo seven to fight each other.

Jiang Jingshu, whom Ning LUOQI values most, will be angry and want to kill Muluo if her innocence is destroyed.

Bai Liyan clenched his fist, sweated in his palm, and his eyes were full of cold and calculation.

Mujia looked at bailiyan and said, "let me do the rest. Follow my instructions and lead Jiang Jingshu to the tent."

"How do you want to attract Muluo?" bailiyan was curious. Muluo was very vigilant. Even if someone invited her, she might not be able to ask her out. What would she do?

Mujia didn't explain. She calculated the time. It's almost time.

"I wish our plan tonight a success."

She turned away coldly.

Her third brother is alert and has beast like intuition, but... At the same time, he is stupid. He even likes the soft and weak princess. As long as he uses Princess 13 as bait, he can lead him to come.

When Mujia was in the capital, she had already inquired about everything, including those between Muluo and the thirteen princesses, and controlled everyone's weaknesses.

"Now wait for my stupid third brother to take the bait..."

Mu Jia said coldly, touching his right hand to his left hand. It seems that he can feel crisscross scars across his gloves. He can feel bursts of tingling whenever he touches his left hand.

She's going to take revenge tonight. She's going to make Jiang Jingshu and Ning LUOQI miserable!

……

Meanwhile, in the luxurious tent, Muluo is wiping the bow and arrow.

He was not interested in hunting competitions. When he was in South Vietnam, he participated in hunting for many times. He hunted ferocious animals such as tigers and lions, and no one could match him. However, the prey on Jiulong Mountain here are small things such as mountain deer and wild boar, which he doesn't pay attention to at all.

But he heard that anyone who could hunt the prey designated by the emperor would be rewarded.

Whatever it is, the emperor will reward it.

Muluo moved his mind. If he could hunt the prey designated by the emperor and win the first place, he could openly ask the emperor for marriage and marry the thirteen princesses.

He wants Feng Fengguang to marry the thirteen princesses and return to South Vietnam. He will never let her be wronged.

Thinking of this, Muluo wiped the bow and arrow harder, his eyes were cold, and he was sure to get it.

"I must win the first place in this hunting Conference!"

Rong Mingxuan also participated in the hunting conference. Hehe... It should be fun to fight with him.

"Rong Mingxuan..." Mu Luo's eyes flashed coldly, "I want to defeat you, win the first place, and then ask the emperor to marry the thirteen princesses to me!" in this way, Rong Mingxuan can't help it any more. He can't wait to see Rong Mingxuan lose the competition.

When Muluo was wiping the bow and arrow, a woman's voice came from outside.

He stopped and frowned.

He gave orders not to let anyone near his tent. How could a woman disturb his cleanliness?

Just as he was about to drink cold, the guard came in and reported, "the handmaid beside the three princes and the thirteen princesses asked to see you."

"Thirteen princesses?"

Muluo immediately changed his mind. Will the thirteen princesses send their maidservants to find him? Why? He let someone in at once.

A beautiful woman came in and handed a letter to the third prince with both hands. "This is the letter sent by the princess to her maidservant, saying that it must be handed over to the third prince."

Muluo received the letter. The handwriting on the letter was beautiful and asked him out to see him.

His heart rippled. Princess thirteen took the initiative to meet him. This is the first time

They haven't seen each other since he showed his heart in the Palace last time.

Mu Luo couldn't help laughing. The corners of his mouth rose slightly and he was in a good mood. "I see. You go and tell your princess that I will go to the appointment on time!"

"Yes." the maid answered and withdrew.

Muluo put down his bow and arrow, stood up and hurried to keep the appointment.

After two steps, he turned back, looked down at his clothes, and finally changed into a black robe embroidered with silver. The robe looked tall and radiant.

Muluo went to find the thirteen princesses according to what was written in the letter.

Finally, he came to a tent.

The tent was located in a remote place, there was no one around, and there were no two garrisons.

Mu Luo frowned slightly, but he thought it was the thirteen princesses who secretly invited him to meet. He should not want to be seen. Then he didn't think much and walked over.

"Thirteen princesses..." he shouted in a low voice.

There was no sound in the tent. He opened the tent slightly and went in.

There is no one in the tent. It seems that Princess thirteen hasn't arrived yet.

He went in, sat down at will and waited for the thirteen princesses slowly.

Outside the tent, Mujia saw Muluo walk in without doubt and smiled coldly. As expected, according to her plan, Muluo, a fool who has become crazy because of love, fell into a trap.

A censer was lit in the tent. There were filthy things in the censer. It was a kind of incense often used in windy and dusty places to stimulate desire.

She spent a lot of money to get the superior colorless and tasteless incense from the old man. Even Muluo couldn't notice the fragrance.

Now wait for the seven princes to bring Jiang Jingshu, and they can achieve their goal.

At the thought that Jiang Jingshu will be disgraced soon, her excited shoulders tremble slightly. She has been waiting for this moment for a long time

Without doubt, Muluo sat in the tent and waited patiently for the thirteen princesses.

He didn't notice that the incense burner was lit in the corner at the moment, and the plumes of smoke rose and dissipated rapidly in mid air without leaving a trace. This censer doesn't smell at all. It's hard to find out.

meanwhile.

Jiang Jingshu is sitting in front of the campfire, looking up at the stars.

It was late at night. She asked the servants to go down and rest and sit alone in front of the campfire.

At this time, a figure approached.

Jiang Jingshu was alert when she heard the sound. She just wanted to shout lengxue——

A dark thing was thrown over to her. Looking carefully, it was an oil paper bag. I didn't know what was in it.

She looked up and disappeared before she could see the figure.

Jiang Jingshu frowned and carefully poked the oil paper bag with a wooden stick. The paper bag looked ordinary and didn't look like a dangerous mechanism. She dropped her heart slightly and untied the paper bag.

The moment you see something inside, your pupils shrink sharply.

There is a hairpin in it. It looks ordinary and even old.

But in Jiang Jingshu's eyes, this thing caused a storm in her heart, because it was... Her mother's thing!

How did the hairpin her mother often wore appear here?

"Well, how could this..." she was shocked, her face turned white and looked at the hairpin. "How could the mother's hairpin be here..."

She suddenly reacted, got up suddenly, turned and looked.

But the back was empty and there was no one. She didn't know who threw it. She only knew that the person behind the scenes had deep meaning and wanted to threaten her with her mother's hairpin.

It is likely that their mother has fallen into their hands

Jiang Jingshu holds the hairpin tightly. The sharp edge of the hairpin pierces into the palm. She doesn't feel any pain. At the moment, she is worried and wants to fly to the capital immediately to confirm whether her mother is safe.

The Jiang family is guarded by Jiang Heng and his uncle. How could the thief take his mother away.

"How could this happen..."

"Is something wrong with the yuan family, so Jiang Heng and his uncle can't take care of their mother?" Jiang Jingshu is nervous. The people she cares about most are threatened and can't help but panic.

At this time, I found that I didn't know when a note was thrown at her feet.

She crouched down to pick up the note and unfolded it carefully.

It says to let her come to the tent by the mountain alone. If she takes others, she will bear the consequences.

Jiang Jingshu pinched the note and turned pale. "Lead me alone. It seems that he is coming for me... This person holds his mother's hairpin. His mother may be in danger."

She was very worried that she could not gamble her mother's life. Even if it was a trap waiting for her, she had to go over it.

Jiang Jingshu bit her teeth and squeezed the hairpin tightly.

Only when you go can you know who wants to target her and what you want to do. Now in this situation, you can only go once.

Without hesitation, she set off at once.

……

She followed the directions written on the note for a long time. A quarter of an hour later, she finally saw the tent.

There was nothing but a lonely tent.

She could not help frowning and staring at the tent. Who would be in the tent? Will mother be in there?

She paused for a moment, raised her feet and went on.

The tent was quiet and silent.

Jiang Jingshu touched the porcelain vase in her sleeve. She was still carrying several bottles of poison. If she was in danger, she could resist for a moment.

She carefully opened the tent and leaned inside. It looked empty and empty. The more so, the more dangerous it makes her feel.

At this time——

Suddenly, a big hand grabbed her and dragged her in.

She was surprised. Without time to respond, the porcelain bottle in her hand fell to the ground and rolled away.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Jiang Jingshu drank coldly and wanted to break free from the imprisonment, but he was so strong that he couldn't break free at all.

Jiang Jingshu turned her face and saw a familiar face. It was Muluo, the Third Prince of South Vietnam. She was a little surprised. How could Prince Muruo be here?

"Muluo?"

Muluo's eyes were red, his cheeks were crimson, his breathing was heavy, and he was full of danger.

Jiang Jingshu couldn't figure out what was going on and asked, "Why are you here? Did you bring me here? And... How did you hold my mother's hairpin?"

She asked several questions in a row, but Muluo didn't answer, but her breathing became more and more heavy.