Fairy, I really am a villain!

Chapter 271 We are actually... legitimate

The East Quarter in the city is not very big, and the shady places are mostly in the dark and under some sheds.

Under the simple sheds, there were many people working in groups of two or three, doing things like weaving cloth, sewing shoe soles, etc. Most of them were elderly people with wrinkled faces.

For fear of scaring them, Fang Xiwen put away both swords; then, he took out some silver and asked them to move away and help search for any strange traces.

After searching for several times, he actually found some shed snake skins.

It is dry and shrunken, very light in the hand, and covered with complex patterns. When you take it to your nose and smell it, the faint smell of mutton will penetrate into it, which is very special.

He took the thing and went to find Wang Wenxuan, and found that he was also running towards him in a hurry, holding something in his hand.

"Brother Fang, something happened!" His voice sounded anxious.

"how?"

"I found out... what's in your hand?" Wang Wenxuan's eyes fixed, and he took the snake skin from him and said immediately, "There's a demonic aura on it."

"Yes, it seems that my brother's inference is correct. But why are you so anxious?"

After he reminded him, Wang Wenxuan did not hesitate any longer and pulled his sleeve. The two of them immediately left the East Square: "Let's talk while we walk!"

~~

On the way, Fang Xiwen took the bloody rag, turned it over and over, and asked, "Do you know the owner of this piece of clothing?"

"It's my third uncle Wang Anyang. It's colorful and has a bright yellow background. There's no mistaking it."

His tone was a bit complicated, and no one knew what he was thinking; perhaps because Fang Xiwen was also a relevant person, he paused and told her what happened next.

It turned out that after Wang Anyang, the traitor, was caught, he was initially locked up in the dungeon of the palace. There were many formations and strict guards there, so even a mosquito couldn't fly in. Even if the person imprisoned was a strong man from the outside, there was absolutely no possibility of escape.

Wang Anyang was not honest in prison. He later caused trouble in the music of "The Scholar Suppresses Demons", but because the matter was settled by Fang Xiwen and others and did not cause much impact, he was not punished.

Not only that, after several family meetings, many respected elders spoke up for him; after several excuses and admissions of guilt, Wang Anyang was brought up from the dungeon and locked up in a small house in the west.

Looking at Wang Wenxuan's helpless expression, Fang Xiwen couldn't help but say, "No, he colluded with the demon clan. How could he not die even if he committed such a serious crime?"

"Someone doesn't want him to die."

With just one brief sentence, Fang Xiwen understood: Wang Anyang's collusion with the demon clan was not just an act of his own for the Wang family. It represented the resentment that the Wang family had accumulated against the royal family for generations.

Many people in the clan were reluctant to speak out because of their status or position, but they secretly supported Wang Anyang.

Moreover, because they valued their own lives, they would not let this outspoken person die easily. It can even be said that it was because Wang Anyang was alive that the Wang family did not completely split apart.

"Really? It's not easy for you guys either..."

At this point, Fang Xiwen had new feelings when he looked at the marriage proposal again.

Under the premise that the Wang family is close to being torn apart, the royal family only needs a hand, a hand that can help him share this big cake and gather the remnants of the Wang family.

Reputation, heritage, family, accumulation, Longwei Army...

The royal family needs a sufficiently loyal family, and the Wang family needs a sufficiently honest partner; and under such a huge exchange of interests, Wang Ningzhu's own happiness is insignificant.

It's not something she can control at all, and no one cares.

No wonder she was so forthright in her initial expression of good will, and then so decisively broke it off; however, when she saw him again, she couldn't help but run away on her own...

"No matter how strong she looks, she is still a little girl after all."

"Here we are."

They used their Qinggong skills to walk through the streets and alleys, and stopped in front of a cold house.

Wang Wenxuan turned around and saw his thoughtful expression. He said nothing and walked into the room.

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It's called a house, but once you enter it's like a prison.

The location is tricky, and the courtyard cannot get sunlight even in broad daylight. It is surrounded by dark shadows from the eaves, and there are armored jailers guarding every direction, and it seems that no one is allowed to enter.

These people were obviously from the Wang family. As soon as they saw Wang Wenxuan, they stepped aside without asking any questions, and even seemed to ignore Fang Xiwen who was following behind.

The two men walked into a cell, and the unique feeling of dampness and decay of a prison cell overwhelmed them, as if their skin was covered with a layer of water.

Stepping on the slightly concave wooden floor, Wang Wenxuan's expression became more and more solemn.

At the innermost part of the room was an iron cage with a layer of straw at the bottom and some leftovers sprinkled on it. In the corner was a person curled up, breathing evenly.

"Wang Anyang!"

Suddenly, Wang Wenxuan roared angrily, and the man seemed to be startled and looked over.

At this moment, something seemed to blossom, Fang Xiwen's eyes blurred for a moment, and his eyes met the elegant middle-aged scholar, who had his mouth tightly shut.

"Evil beast, why don't you show yourself!"

There was a sudden sound of thunder, and the scene in front of him seemed to be shattered by someone.

Wang Anyang's face in the cage began to distort, and the whole person seemed to shrink, getting smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a monkey with a hairy face.

——It was switched.

This magic actually worked on Fang Xiwen as well, which was really powerful; but according to common sense, it should not be able to fool the wary jailers.

Immediately, the two men went out and called them all over, unsheathed their swords and knives, and began to question them.

After seeing the scene inside, the jailers' faces changed drastically.

"Take your time." Wang Wenxuan looked at them for a while and put away the knife.

"Yes."

Several people pushed forward a representative. He stood up straight and said, "When Wang Anyang was first imprisoned, he was always very noisy. He would loudly insult the martyrs who died in the war, saying that they were a bunch of foolishly loyal dogs who used their lives to protect the Gao family's kingdom.

If it weren't for them, the Wang family wouldn't have reached this point."

"continue."

"A few days later, he started to curse us by name, including the old man, and even our parents. We couldn't stand it anymore and almost wanted to catch him and beat him up, but he just pointed at us and laughed. Then we understood."

The two men looked at each other and knew that Wang Anyang was indeed seeking death; and if he died in such a violent way, those who supported him would be extremely disappointed, and the Wang family might even fall apart as he wished.

"So, we starved him so that he didn't have the strength to scream. And because we didn't want to hear him scream, we neglected to check him. But we didn't expect that this would lead to such a disaster. Please punish us, General."

After saying that, these tough guys all knelt down on one knee and put their swords across their necks.

It was Wang Wenxuan who personally helped them up and said, "It's not your fault. Third Uncle is just so cunning. You have a chance to make amends. Get up first."

After giving a few instructions, several jailers took the shed skin of the snake demon and headed towards the palace.

Then, Wang Wenxuan took him back to the room, picked up a leaf from the cage, and turned his back to him.

Fang Xiwen was a little confused.

She combed her hair and cleared her throat. Her voice changed from neutral to feminine, and she said, "Mr. Fang, I am Ning Zhu."

"...what?"

"I lied to you, using your brother's identity. In fact, ever since we parted on the stage that day, Ningzhu had made up her mind not to get involved with you, but when we really met again, I felt lucky again.

I thought that using this identity would not affect other things, and it would be great to hear you say a few more words; when Ningzhu gets married, these experiences will also be great treasures. "

She did not turn around, but still stood straight, just like a bamboo that is hollow inside and straight outside.

After a brief pause, she laughed self-deprecatingly: "Ningzhu is actually someone else's fiancée, but she is still doing this kind of thing. Will Mr. Fang think I am shameless?"

Although she didn't make any other movements, you could see her shoulders shrank a little; this girl looked very open and confident on the surface, but how could she really not care?

Fang Xiwen was silent. He thought that we two were the most legitimate, but he didn't know how to start.

"Although this is a family matter, it is of great importance. Ningzhu really doesn't want to involve the young master, so she confessed."

Finally, Wang Ningzhu turned around, looking relaxed as if he had let go of his obsession, and said, "I lied to you about the Zhengqi Hall matter, I just wanted you to stay a few more days.

But in this case, Ningzhu can't get away, so I really have to ask the young master to wait."

As she said this, she tied up her long hair again and turned to leave, but Fang Xiwen grabbed her sleeve.

"But I'm here for the Wang family's affairs." He said, looking into those light grey eyes.

This refers to the demonic disaster. But to Wang Ningzhu, it has another meaning... It's as if he wants to go against the entire family for his own sake.

After a moment of hesitation, she shook Fang Xiwen off and shook her head: "No way."

"Why not? Since I have been friends with Brother Wang for a long time, can't I help you if you need me?"

"this..."

"I am sorry to ask you to wait here for a few days."

Chapter 272 Isn’t it just that he is handsome?

The words were loud and clear.

Meeting his gaze again, Wang Ningzhu felt a little shy and her eyes slightly turned away.

She was not an indecisive person, and since he had said so, there was no other way;

He immediately cleared his throat, straightened his expression, put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and returned to the majestic and majestic sword, throwing a leaf into the air:

"This is the Bodhi leaf from Wuwang Temple outside the city. Perhaps the demons left traces by mistake. Let's go over there."

"it is good."

A flash of a knife suddenly appeared in the prison, tearing the leaf into pieces, and then it fell to the ground. The two walked out side by side.

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Wuwang Temple is not far from Dingjun City. It takes about half an incense stick of time to ride there from the city.

This temple was built on the mountain and was very popular. People who went up the mountain to worship Buddha could fill up the 1,000 steps, making it impossible to get through.

This is probably related to the fact that this temple welcomes everyone who comes. Marriage, wealth, praying for rain, even blessing the harvest, expelling demons, etc. are all within the scope of business.

It is hard to say whether it is efficacious or not, but looking at the perfect golden body of the Buddha in the lobby and the fat and big-eared monks who attend it, you can tell that it is deeply believed in by the people.

At this time, a man with a cassock draped over his face stepped out of the door. He had a particularly extraordinary temperament, chanted Buddhist mantras, and had a warm smile. It was Song Dongyang from the Song family.

"Amitabha, you masters don't need to see me off anymore."