Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 177 Talk to me about the law?Are you worthy?
Zhao Xi glanced around the crowd coldly. Wherever he looked, those people felt an invisible pressure, and involuntarily backed away a few steps.

Her eyes were cold, but the coldness that emanated from her body was even colder.

Like an enraged wild cat raised its sharp claws, trying to tear everyone who threatened him to pieces.

"Cough, cough cough!" Wang Fan's face turned from red to purple, and then slowly turned into a black-red color.

The face of the servant next to him changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "Let go of our young master! Killing people is against the law!"

"Heh——" Zhao Xi smiled coldly: "In the middle of the night, you broke into the prime minister's mansion and publicly insulted the prime minister's daughter. You talk to me about the law? Are you worthy?"

"You, you, you poisonous woman, let me go, let me go!" Wang Fan kicked his feet wildly, and stretched out his hand to break off Zhao Xiwei's fingers that were clasped around his neck.

However, he has been addicted to drinking and sex all year round, and his body has long been empty.

Zhao Xiwei's ten fingers were as steel as iron. He broke them out of breath for a long time, but he couldn't move them a little.

"My lord, save yourself some effort."

He heard Zhao Xiwei's voice faintly wafting in his ears, as if he was the King of Hades from hell, chasing after his soul and dying: "I have beaten more vicious dogs than you have played with women."

Wang Fan suddenly felt infinite fear from the bottom of his heart.

This woman, why is this woman different from other women?
Why is she so strong?

Why is she so vicious?
She really wanted his life! !

In an instant, it was as if a basin of ice water had been splashed on his face, and his whole body became stiff.

With the last bit of strength left, he shouted hoarsely: "Kill me!!"

The servants who were eager to try got the order and suddenly drew their long swords!

Zhao Xiwei had been on guard for a long time. She clasped Wang Fan's neck firmly with her hands, as if dragging a corpse.

The servants who surrounded him automatically listed a path.

She went out of the main room.

Stepped down the steps.

through the courtyard.

The dozen or so servants who followed behind had swords shining in their hands, but they dared not take a step closer.

While struggling to die, Wang Fan said harshly: "You'd better let me go now! I'm the only grandson of the Wang family... If I die, the Wang family will be extinct. My grandfather and queen mother will definitely order your entire Zhao family to die. ! Exterminate your Zhao family!"

Zhao Xi sneered slightly: "What does the Zhao family have to do with me? Didn't you hear that just now, Mr. Wang? My aunt, Mrs. Xu, has already made it clear to you that I have nothing to do with them. So, you What do you want to do with me, Zhao Xiwei, if you kill them all over the house?"

"You...you bitch, poisonous woman!" Wang Fan's pupils dilated, and his kicking legs suddenly straightened.

The servants following behind were sweating profusely.

"What are you still doing? Kill her! Cut off her hand!!" Wang Fan screamed, his voice piercing the dark night sky.

"Yes!"

Several cold lights intersected, and Zhao Xiwei heard a "sneak" from the clothes, and half of the sleeves fell to the ground.

When she was distracted, Wang Fan suddenly kicked her calf with force.

With a flick of her footsteps, the strength in her hands became lighter, and Wang Fan broke free.

At the same time, another sword light struck.

Zhao Xi dodged slightly, but he didn't expect that Wang Fan pulled out his long sword behind him.

With a "poof", she only felt a tingling pain on her arm.

The bright red blood immediately stained the sleeves red.

Zhao Xiwei endured the severe pain and rushed out of the courtyard with all his strength.

Wang Fan shouted angrily: "Catch her! Don't let her escape!"

More than a dozen servants held up white swords and chased after him.

They bumped into the women of the Zhao Mansion, they had never seen such a battle before, they trembled in fright, and disappeared as if they were fleeing.

Zhao Xiwei ran all the way.

Having lived in the Zhao Mansion for two months, she already knows the terrain here like the back of the palm of her hand.

She couldn't stay in the Zhao residence.

Before her father woke up, this place was a dark cage for her.

Although the old lady is kind, if Wang Fan moves out of the queen mother, the old lady may not protect her.

If she stays in the Zhao Mansion, even if Wang Fan doesn't succeed today, what about the day after tomorrow?

With Yuan Shi and Xu Yunjiao's attitude, they might take advantage of her unpreparedness and tie her up and give her to Wang Fan in person!

Therefore, wherever she goes now is safer than in the Zhao residence!

She walked quickly and had already left the long street.

The wound was still bleeding, drop by drop, like red mandala flowers blooming along her footsteps.

"Boom——" There was a clap of thunder.

Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky.

The pouring rain was like ink, pouring from the nine heavens, and dyed the night blacker.

The red lanterns flickering on and off on the street, in the precarious wind and rain, are like a ghostly will-o’-the-wisp, watching the few pedestrians on the road strangely and gloomyly.

Chang'an imposed a curfew.

Those who were still wandering the streets at this time were either homeless beggars or prodigal sons.

There is one person who is neither a beggar nor a prodigal.

But she has no home.

She is Zhao Xiwei.

Zhao Xiwei didn't know how long she had been running, until the sound of chasing and killing behind her disappeared without a trace, and she gradually slowed down.

She squatted down in a deserted corner, pulled another handful of straw, and vainly covered her body.

The rain is getting heavier.

Her hair was loose and she was soaking wet.

The bone-eating cold came in from the soles of her feet, making her tremble uncontrollably.

She remembered the first time she came to Chang'an.

It is also the heavy rain and the cold.

But at that time, she didn't have such a wound on her body, nor did she have such despair in her heart.

Why it came out like this?
Niang said that she had to follow her father so that she could live a good life in the future.

She believed it.

But is this the life she wants?

Is this the so-called family?
She suddenly discovered that the ambition and pride she had when she returned to the mansion turned out to be so vulnerable in front of these cold and selfish family members.

The wound on the arm was washed by the rain over and over again, making the pain more and more acute.

Consciousness is getting blurry.

She thought, are you going to die?
In the dark night where you can't see your fingers, and in the storm, she hides in a strange corner of the street.

I don't know how long it took, but there were no more pedestrians on the road, and the lanterns of the wine shops in the distance were also turned off.

She no longer knew what pain was and what cold was.

She only knew that this dark night was too long.

She carefully moved her body close to the corner, with her big eyes open, trying hard to find a little light.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar face.

This face was very handsome, and those star-like eyes suddenly gave birth to a bit of brilliance in the dark night.

This must be a dream.

(End of this chapter)