Assist Xianggong to seize the throne: concubine body six children

Chapter 4 My Wife

There was no concealment of disdain and sarcasm in his tone, as if he was sure that after marrying her, his head would turn green.

She was stabbed in the back, and it hurt her so much, she wanted to argue, but she was already notorious, and she was not qualified to argue for herself.

A gust of wind blew, and he suddenly walked very fast, but Xiangsi still saw the wind blowing away the hair on his face, and a bloody scar appeared on his left face, which shocked her.

Just as Xiang Si realized that he had gone far away, she stepped on a pair of embroidered shoes and ran a few steps before catching up with him, "It's getting late, we can't find a house for a while, let's find an inn to stay in?"

The deal is done, she is already his wife and she doesn't care about getting bored, the real thing is to find a place to stay, she can't sleep on the street.

He stopped abruptly, and glanced at her through his messy hair, "Who said there is no place to live."

Zhao Xiangsi was stunned.

I don't know how long it took to turn the corner, and Xiangsi followed him to a dilapidated alley, covered with a lot of straw paved like a roof, and the whole alley was tightly surrounded by dilapidated small houses. The rotten smell came from inside, and it was not much better than a prison cell. As soon as he walked in, Acacia kicked down a copper basin with a big hole, and the sound made the originally quiet alley suddenly commotion.

Xiangsi stood there bewildered, knowing that he was staring at her without looking into his eyes, and after a while, five or six burly men walked out of the broken door panel opposite and stared at them fiercely.

"Which blind person came to our Peach Blossom Lane to make trouble again?!"

She subconsciously hid behind him.

But to her surprise, Fang Feidan didn't attack but shouted, "Aaron? It's really Aaron! Look at this hair, this hand..."

"Brother Aaron, you're back!"

One of them even stepped forward excitedly and slapped his chest. He was still standing motionless. Ask him suspiciously, "Aaron, this is..."

"My daughter-in-law." He spoke word by word, his voice was unremarkable, but it was enough for people to know her identity standing here, and his tone was as if she was something he carried with him, unimportant and cumbersome.

(End of this chapter)