The little lady of Xuanmen has become popular in the sixth palace by fortune-telling

Chapter 232 Marry her and I will die

Mrs. Wen said in a cold voice: "Wen Luo, do you know that you are wrong? You took Wen Deng to Yangzhou without authorization. You did not have any responsibilities as a sister. You acted willfully and did not know etiquette. The face of the Duke of Enguo will be stained by you." I'm totally in disgrace! Someone comes and gives me thirty cane lashes as a punishment!"

After Mrs. Wen finished speaking, she looked at Duke En Guo again and her voice became much softer: "Master Guo, what do you think?"

Duke Enguo glanced at Wen Luo indifferently and nodded lightly: "Let's fight, Wen Luo, do you have any objections?"

Wen Luo knelt straight and looked directly into their eyes: "Wen Luo is at your mercy."

"No..." Wen Deng struggled for a moment: "No, don't beat my sister. She will die after thirty lashes. You go ahead and beat me. It's all my fault."

Mrs. Wen was unselfish and said indifferently: "Come here, I will be punished."

The person being executed was a strong man. He was holding a two-finger-thick whip with barbs on it. The handle of the whip was polished and shiny. This was a punishment that would only be used when someone in the family made a serious mistake. It's hard for any man to bear the whip, let alone a weak woman like Wen Luo.

He looked at Mrs. Wen, and the cold light in her eyes stung his eyes. He didn't understand why Wen Luo could be so ruthless as her biological daughter.

The tail of the whip brought out a burst of wind and hit Wenluo hard on the back. Blood blossomed and a bloody red mark was printed on her back. Her lip was bitten and blood flowed, but she didn't scream.

Wen Deng's eyes were about to burst, and his whole body was shaking violently: "Let me go, let me go!"

The servant controlled him so tightly that he could only watch the blood under Wen Luo's body slowly gather into a stream, slowly flowing at his feet.

"Father, mother, I know I was wrong. I won't run away anymore. I listen to you and don't hit my sister."

Hearing the lamp's voice had a vibrato, and his black and white eyes were stained with red, as if tears would roll out with a blink.

Mrs. Wen gently raised her lips: "Deng'er, it's late. She brought this on herself."

Fifteen lashes, exactly fifteen lashes, he fell into a pool of blood.

Wen Deng broke away from their restraining hands like crazy and threw himself on Wen Luo. The strong man with red eyes couldn't hold back in time and hit Wen Deng with a whip.

It hurts, it hurts.

Wen Deng held Wen Luo's hand tighter, as if he wanted to embed her into his body and bear these sufferings for her.

He was so painful that he shivered with every whipping, and Wen Luo was beaten until he became silent.

Wen Deng buried his head in Wen Luo's temples, tears dripping in and quickly disappeared: "Sister, don't be afraid, I won't let them beat you again."

The strong man held up the whip and was unable to move forward or retreat. He looked at Mrs. Wen for help. Mrs. Wen let out a breath and was about to let someone pull Wen's lamp away, but Duke Enguo held her hand down. She looked at him in confusion: "master……"

Duke En Guo looked at Wen Deng, wondering why it was so difficult for them to cultivate an heir who would kill ruthlessly. They were all experienced, so naturally they quickly understood Wen Deng's emotions.

I'm afraid he has more than a sibling relationship with Wen Luo. People will become weak and incompetent if they have weaknesses. The Wen family needs an iron-blooded leader.

Duke Enguo thought for a while and then said coldly: "Wen Deng, the mistake your sister committed is not an exaggeration even if her father executes her on the spot. Because of the deep love between you and your brother and sister, I am willing to give you another chance." .”

Mrs. Wen wanted to say something else, but when she saw Duke Enguo's eyes, she closed her mouth unwillingly.

Wen Deng then raised his head and looked at Duke En Guo, saying that they were father and son, but the relationship between the two was as indifferent as strangers. His voice was a little hoarse: "As long as you let Wen Luo go, I can do whatever you want."

Duke Enguo sighed slightly: "Your sister is already seventeen, and your mother has found a good family for her. She is the queen's cousin, which does not mean she is an insult to the status of the eldest lady of the Wen family." Wen Deng's hands shook. After shaking, Meng Jiayi's cousin was named Meng Xuan. He grew up as a playboy, and he knew more or less the people in this circle.

He was docile and kind in front of outsiders, but he was a pervert in private. He could count the number of women who died in his hands on both hands. He wanted to send Wen Luo to die.

His heart twisted in pain: "No... you can't marry your sister, I don't agree."

Mrs. Wen was completely angry: "Wen Deng! You have no right to decide your sister's marriage. She must marry."

Wen Deng's eyes seemed to be soaked in ink, so dark that it made people's hearts tremble. He looked at Mrs. Wen. There was no trace of warmth in his eyes, only hatred: "Marry her, and I will die."

"You bastard!" Mrs. Wen was so angry that she blushed.

Duke Enguo raised his hand and sighed: "If your sister marries voluntarily, then my father will naturally follow her opinion after hearing the lamp. If she is willing to marry, my father will marry her."

Wen Deng breathed a sigh of relief and said firmly: "Sister will not agree."

A smile appeared on Duke Enguo's skinny face: "Really? When she recovers from her injuries, my father will come and ask her again, I will not stop you from finding your sister these days."

"Go on, I'm tired."

Mrs. Wen pushed Duke En Guogong's wheelchair away, and Wen Deng's tense body relaxed. His hands were sticky, he took a deep breath, and left step by step while holding Wen Luo in his arms.

Fifteen lashes, he noted.

His eyes passed over these people, and he wanted to return it for Wenluo.

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As soon as Xu Anan returned to the palace, he went to Ziwei Palace, and Cheng Huai also went to Yangxin Palace.

Fu Ling burst into tears when she saw Xu An'an. God knows that after she heard that Xu An'an fell off the cliff with the emperor, she was so worried that she wanted to go find it herself. But she couldn't leave the palace, so she could only pray to God every day to let her mother-in-law be safe. Fortunately, God After hearing her prayer, Xu Anan came back safely.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

Poria jumped into Xu Anan's arms as soon as she arrived. Xu Anan touched her head: "Okay, okay, am I back safely? Stop crying. It doesn't look good if your eyes are red from crying."

At this time, no one cared whether it looked good or not. Fu Ling had to pull her up and down to check it. Only when she found that there was no damage and that it was much rounder did she feel relieved.

"Your Majesty, this servant has prepared your favorite pastry for you. Come and try it."

Xu Anan was served comfortably when he came back. The air pressure in the Yangxin Hall was very low, and there was a middle-aged man in his 50s or [-]s inside.

The man had a blindfold on one eye, and was wearing clothes embroidered with gold silk crane patterns. He was calm and intimidating. He was Cheng Huaiye's master, Bai Songhua, the emperor's master under one person in Daqi and more than ten thousand people. .

He had been sitting and waiting in the Yangxin Hall for a long time. When he saw Cheng Huaiye, he said in a bleak and hoarse voice: "Are you willing to come back?"

Cheng Huai also closed the door and walked to Song Baihua with a calm expression: "Master, why are you back?"

Bai Songhua looked at him and laughed to himself: "Huaiye, you are a good seedling that the master has chosen. If the master doesn't come back, this seedling will be almost useless. Huaiye, the master has high hopes for you. Will you disappoint the master?"

　Smell the light and darken the edge

　　
　
(End of this chapter)