A small peasant girl

Chapter 1162 An Alternative Cold War

Wen Zi hit a wall with Xuanyuan Po, his bony ideal failed to be realized, like a wilted flower, withered and withered.

"Girl, at least eat a little bit, you haven't eaten all day, your body can't handle it." Xiaoying looked at Wenzi who had been listless all day, and anxiously wanted to do something for her, but found that her own limited ability.

If it's about other people, Xiaoying probably doesn't bother to talk about the problem that can be solved by using rough words.

But the other party was Xuanyuan Po, who was so black-bellied and frightening. This man with outstanding ability and deep-rooted power was not something ordinary people could deal with.

"Xiaoying, I really can't eat, I don't have any appetite at all." Wenzi, with a limp body and no strength, lay directly on the table, as if his bones had been taken away by someone, unable to cheer up.

"Girl, it's not what you said. People are like iron and steel, and their bodies are starved to the point of collapse. How can they have the strength to fight?" Xiaoying could only smile and persuade Wenzi, hoping that she would look at her own face and be kind to herself. better health.

"Okay, I'll just eat." Wenzi looked at Xiaoying and tried to persuade himself, but he couldn't continue to be stubborn.

Reluctantly, the food that Xiaoying brought over was stuffed into her mouth little by little, the bitterness like wax filled her mouth.

Wenzi is not a living Bodhisattva, she cannot be the Holy Mother of Purdue sentient beings, she just has a little thought.

Not being able to give birth to a son is like a curse on Monkey King's head, so that these women who cannot save themselves may be beaten, scolded and divorced at any time.

"Xiaoying, you said that if I can't have a son in the future, is your son planning to have three wives and four concubines?" In front of Xiaoying, Wenzi can hide his true temperament without pretending to be reserved.

For this seemingly simple relationship with Xuanyuan Po, Wenzi felt more and more insecure, as if there was a sharp knife hanging above his head, ready to cut his neck at all times.

"Girl, the young master should not be this kind of person." Xiao Yingyan chimed in insincerely, which made her feel ridiculous when she heard it.

If Xuanyuan Po wins the war in the future and succeeds in sitting on the throne that all men in the world miss, the huge change in status will make Xuanyuan Po become passive and need to think twice before acting.

What you have is easy to lose. This is the basic law of everything.

Fish and bear's paw will never be able to have together.

There was a wry smile on Wenzi's face. In fact, she already had the answer in her heart, and asking more questions was just to deceive herself and others.

Wenzi in the town was distracted thinking about problems, and Qiu'er, who had gone far away, finally became another powerful character full of hatred after undergoing bloody and hellish tempering.

"You dare to blatantly seduce the Lord under the eyes of the eldest lady even though you are so pretty, are you tired of the job?" Becoming the most powerful assistant by the eldest lady's side, Qiu'er has long lost the innocence and cleanliness she should have had.

In order to return to the town as soon as possible, and in an aboveboard manner, Qiu'er worked a lot of scheming, stepping on the corpses of many innocent people, climbing up step by step.

"Qiu'er, I'm tired, I'll leave it to you to deal with it here." Due to her special status, the eldest lady found a reason to leave the small black room, so as to make time for Qiu'er, and give a good lesson to those who were tied up with ropes. Bitch hooves.

Mrs. Qiu'er Chao smiled, with an expression that understood her mind, and said in a respectful and humble tone, "Don't worry, Mrs. I'm here, there will be no mistakes."

(End of this chapter)