Rebirth: The Poisonous Wife

Mujia hid in the dark, looked left and right, and quickly walked towards the tent after confirming that there was no one.

She wants to confirm whether Muluo is dead. If not, she will make up a knife.

Muluo must die, and this murder charge must be carried by Jiang Jingshu!

Mujia carefully approached the tent, covered the lower half of his face with a black scarf, pulled out a dagger, opened the curtain and went in. There may be residual incense in the tent. She must pay attention.

Walking into the tent, there was a faint smell of blood, and there was a large pool of blood on the ground where you saw it.

Mu Jia's pupil shrinks, and Jiang Jingshu really moves her hand

What about people?

When Mujia stared at the blood on the ground, a figure behind her approached silently, and she didn't feel it.

Suddenly her neck was cold and Mujia's body was stiff——

There was a cold sword on her neck. The cold flash could cut her skin with a little force.

Mujia's face turned pale and her eyes widened.

No!

The people behind him made a circle and came to the front. It was Muluo.

Mu Luo's face was cold and his eyes were red. He stared at Mu Jia coldly, "it's you..."

Mujia's body trembled and looked up at the man in front of her. What's going on? Didn't he get stabbed by Jiang Jingshu? How could

After being stunned for a moment, she realized that she had been tricked.

Mu Luo gnashed his teeth and stared at Mu Jia. He wanted to stab her with a sword, "it's you. You want to hurt me!"

“……”

Mujia opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to explain. Even if she explained it again, she probably wouldn't believe it.

"You cruel woman, you should use such indiscriminate means!" Mu Luo was full of anger. He almost said. If Jiang Jingshu hadn't detoxified him in time, I'm afraid it would have made a big mistake at this time.

"Mujia!"

When the sword shook, it cut the white skin and immediately shed a line of blood.

Mujia felt tingling and was surprised. She quickly opened her mouth, "third brother, wait! I was also forced... It was the seventh prince who threatened me that I had to do so."

She quickly threw all the black pot to the seventh prince. She was afraid that Muluo would kill her in anger.

Mu Luo's face was cold and his eyes were full of disbelief. He didn't believe a word of Mu Jia's nonsense.

Mu Jia shed tears and looked pitiful. "Third brother, I didn't want to hurt you... We are blood relatives. How could I hurt you..."

"Shut up!" Muruo drank coldly.

"Third brother, I was really forced... All the seven princes threatened me. If I didn't bring you here, he would kill me..." Mujia cried.

Muluo was angry and clenched the handle of the sword.

Mu Jia was surprised and shouted, "you can't kill me! If you kill me, my father will never let you go!"

"Don't you forget that my father forbids private fights between princes and nobles and can't kill them..." she quickly opened her mouth for fear that Muluo would kill her in a rage.

Mu Luo smiled angrily and sneered, "my father won't blame me. You lost your face in the imperial dynasty. If I kill you, they will praise and applaud!"

Mujia couldn't help feeling weak after hearing this.

"No... don't kill me... It's my fault, third brother. I did something stupid because I was confused! I will obey your orders in the future. We can deal with the seven princes together!"

"We are both people of South Vietnam, and we can only trust each other..."

"Trust?" Muluo sneered, "Oh, do you think I will trust you?"

Mujia's back was cold and her heart was frightened. She had known that she shouldn't have entered the tent. She was really carrying a stone and hitting her own feet.

At this time, the curtain was lifted, and Jiang Jingshu came in slowly.

"It's you..."

Mujia sees Jiang Jingshu and stares at her with vicious eyes. She wants to break her into pieces.

Jiang Jingshu... Jiang Jingshu again! Why can she escape every time? How did she do it?

Mujia stared at Jiang Jingshu and clenched her fist. She felt the ugly scars on the back of her hand tingling.

Jiang Jingshu glanced at Mujia lightly. She was not surprised. Her face was calm, as if she had expected. She had long guessed that there was only one person who hated her and the three princes.

That's the princess of South Vietnam.

The princess of South Vietnam framed her tit for tat everywhere. She wanted to destroy her innocence in the restaurant last time.

After so long, the means have not improved at all, and still do so.

Jiang Jingshu walked slowly to Mujia, looked at her and said, "Princess of South Vietnam, the means are really the same as before, and there is no progress at all."

Mu Jia's eyes were like snakes and scorpions, cold and vicious, "how did you find it?"

Jiang Jingshu is too lazy to explain. She will only spend more time.

She took out her mother's hairpin from her sleeve and asked coldly, "where did this hairpin come from?"

The princess of South Vietnam used her mother's hairpin to lead her. Why did she have her mother's hairpin? Did you touch the yuan family?

Jiang Jingshu was anxious and her heart was cold.

Mujia glanced at the hairpin, and her eyes obviously didn't recognize the hairpin, but she raised her lips and smiled, "why? Are you worried about the hairpin's owner? Let me go and I'll tell you where the man is."

She's gambling.

This hairpin must be the item that the seventh Prince led Jiang Jingshu here.

Although I don't know who this hairpin belongs to, I can use this hairpin as a threat, and she will have a chance to escape.

Mujia smiled, "is it fair to change one life for another? If you want that person to be safe, let me go!"

Jiang Jingshu's pupils are tiny. She is really worried. She is worried that her mother is weak and can't stand tossing. In case something really happens

Mujia saw Jiang Jingshu's face and smiled coldly. The corners of her lips lifted up. It seemed that there was hope. As long as she let her go, she immediately fled here.

"Let you go..."

Jiang Jingshu said faintly and suddenly raised her eyes, "why?"

Mujia was stunned. She didn't expect her to speak like this. After a moment of stunned, she said, "do you want that man to die? Hehe, if I have an accident, that man can't live."

"Well." Jiang Jingshu nodded, "then who is the owner of this hairpin?"

"..." Damn it.

Mujia's face changed slightly, her words choked, and she couldn't speak at once.

"You don't know this hairpin. You're not the one who brought me here."

Jiang Jingshu spoke quietly. She just saw from the face of the princess of South Vietnam that the princess of South Vietnam didn't know the hairpin at all. She just wanted to find a way to live by virtue of the hairpin.

"Who is that man?" she asked coldly.

Mujia's face was pale and her lips trembled slightly. She really knew.

Jiang Jingshu's eyes were cold and emotionless. Even if she was tortured to extort a confession, she had to let the princess of South Vietnam tell who the other person was. It was the man who brought her here and her mother's hairpin.

"...." Mu Jia closed her lips tightly and didn't speak.

Jiang Jingshu took a step backward and said quietly, "three princes, you can do it."

Mu Luoshun followed her instructions. All this was her plan. Only in this way could she smoothly lead out the behind the scenes. Muluo admires her very much and likes the clever woman a little more.

The cold and sharp blade of the sword was close to the skin. Mujia felt a cold feeling. Her eyes widened and couldn't hold it. She hurried to say, "it's the seventh prince!"

"Seven princes..."

Jiang Jingshu was slightly shocked when she heard that it was bailiyan, but she was disappointed.

Bai Liyan, he is really not what he used to be.

I didn't expect that there would be sword to sword confrontation between them.

There is no eternal enemy and no eternal friend. Driven by interests, friends will become enemies.

Jiang Jingshu's eyes flashed slightly and whispered, "it's him."

"It's all the seven princes! He wants to deal with you and King Jin, so he set up this game! It has nothing to do with me!" Mujia was busy opening her mouth. She felt a stabbing pain in her neck and blood sliding down the sword.

Jiang Jingshu's mind was full of thoughts, and a trace of bitterness appeared, but soon wiped out the bitterness.

Bailiyan

No, he can only be regarded as the seventh prince from now on.

All the previous friendship has been cut off. From now on, you will be strangers.

"Let me go... If you kill me, you will get into trouble..." Mujia screamed in fear, afraid that Muruo would kill her in anger.

Muluo doesn't care. He just wants to get rid of the eye-catching existence in front of him. He dares to fool him here.

If Muluo tries hard, he will use his sword.

"Wait!" Jiang Jingshu shouted.

Muluo took back his sword in time and frowned, "why? Do you still want to let her go?"

Jiang Jingshu's face was calm, her dark eyes were calm, like a Wangtan water, quietly looked at Mujia and said, "kill her, you can't lead out the seven princes. Don't forget, there's also the seven princes in this matter."

"Bring in the seven princes? How can you bring him here?"

Muluo really didn't understand the idea of the woman in front of her. Her every move was very unexpected, but everything seemed to have been expected.

"Treat people with their own way." Jiang Jingshu spoke faintly, and his voice was slightly cold when he said this sentence. "The seventh prince took great pains to bring us together, so of course he can't waste his efforts..."

"We'll make him a good marriage."

"Good marriage?" Muruo looked at Jiang Jingshu curiously.

Jiang Jingshu hooks the corner of her mouth and looks at Mujia.

Muluo suddenly opened up, and a light flashed in his eyes, "do you want to set them up?"

"Exactly." Jiang Jingshu nods. She is familiar with the temperament of the seventh prince. The seventh Prince doesn't like the South Vietnamese princess. He wants to marry Xu Hanyan, the daughter of the prime minister's house. He even uses the tough means of pushing people into the water to make Xu Hanyan promise to marry.

One is vicious and one is disgusting. It's a natural couple.

Just let them harm each other!

In this way, Miss Xu doesn't have to worry. Miss Xu is a good man and should be worthy of a better man, not a man like bailiyan.

Muluo thought about it and laughed, "interesting!"

"OK! Your method is more interesting. I won't kill her first!"

Trying to hurt him? Oh, then he will let them taste the same!

Princess Mujia's face changed greatly, "what do you want to do? Jiang Jingshu, you... What do you want to do!"