Fairy, I really am a villain!

The light from the lantern slowly shone over and stopped at the door.

There was a woman standing outside the fence, wearing a neat red dress, tall and straight, holding a basket in her hands.

She patted her skirt, bent her long legs and squatted down, her knees pressing against the softness of her chest, but she didn't look charming, but rather silly.

Taking the food box out of the basket, Wang Ningzhu said softly:

"Braised beef. I brought it here because I thought you might like it. It's still a little hot."

"I don't know how to make it, so I bought it ready-made from Fan Lou, and I borrowed the basket from Xiao Die."

"I forgot to bring you chopsticks, so I ran back again."

Seeing no response for a long time, she looked up and saw Fang Xiwen leaning the quilt against the wall, his head slightly raised, his eyes looking empty.

Wang Ningzhu was startled and immediately shook the fence with a "bang bang bang". "Xiwen? Xiwen! What are you doing——"

Before he could even yell twice, he immediately raised his hands in surrender, slid to the front, and said, "Shh, keep your voice down!"

Seeing him full of energy, Wang Ningzhu breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyebrows, and said angrily, "What did you do just now?"

"...I wanted to pretend that I didn't know you." He looked at Wang Ningzhu and sighed helplessly, "Everyone is busy distancing themselves from you. What are you doing here?"

"I've already told you that I'll share the burden with you if anything happens."

After glaring at him, Wang Ningzhu pursed her thin lips and said uncomfortably, "You were willing to take me with you when you returned to Fang Mansion that day, but now you've changed your mind."

"It was different back then. Come over now. Wenxuan and the others..." "Don't worry about that."

Smoothing her hair, she raised her head with a hint of pride and said, "I have been kicked out of the house now, so I won't implicate them."

"what?"

"According to Jin law, married women are no longer considered members of the family, so any crime they commit cannot be blamed on my father and brother. But to be on the safe side, I still cut off my relationship with them."

Seeing her speak so easily, Fang Xiwen was dumbfounded. After a pause, she said, "So, you've been busy with this these days?"

"Yes, otherwise I would have come earlier."

After washing them with clean water, Wang Ningzhu handed the chopsticks to him and said, "I am already living with my husband's family now. You absolutely cannot leave me behind."

As she spoke, she suddenly blinked and smiled softly, "Even if you are the only one."

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen suddenly understood what she meant.

He told Wang Ningzhu about his identity at Fang's house that day. The girl made the current decision despite knowing the truth.

She was a criminal, alone, but still determined to marry him... I guess it wasn't that Miss Wang wanted to prove anything with this, but she was afraid that he would feel lonely, so she stood so firmly beside him.

"Ningzhu, thank you."

"Well, that's right. It's not easy to hear this. I have to force you to this extent." Wang Ningzhu's eyes were slightly bent, and she stretched out her hand to open the food box, and smiled generously: "You're welcome."

There was a lot of beef in the box, which was still steaming, and its rich aroma was outrageous in the dungeon.

Fang Xiwen picked up a piece of meat and tasted it, then swallowed it almost without chewing - it was the first time he had eaten something hot since he was in prison - probably because the people in Yang's party had made things difficult for him, and the food he ate three times a day was no different from that of a pig.

Although I don’t care much in my heart, my body can hardly resist this hot food.

Seeing him eating so fast, Wang Ningzhu was happy, but also felt distressed. She couldn't help but ask, "Xiwen, how long do you have to stay here?"

"It's almost done. Do you want to try the meat?"

"I can go out to eat. Besides, it's just a pair of chopsticks."

"Do you dislike me?" He showed a hurt expression, holding the meat with chopsticks and stretched it out of the fence, "I was obviously very touched just now, but now..."

"Well."

Opening his mouth and holding the chopsticks, Wang Ningzhu glared at him angrily and said vaguely: "When exactly? Give me a definite answer."

"Probably today or tomorrow."

"Okay, I believe you."

After holding hands and chatting for a while across the fence, Wang Ningzhu left.

Another day, a burly jailer came over and removed the rusty lock on the door.

~~

Tread, step, step.

Fang Xiwen was taken out of the dungeon and was able to see the long-lost sunshine again.

"Go take a bath and change your clothes first, then go to the palace gate to meet the saint. Before that, I will take off your torture instruments for the time being."

As he spoke, the jailer untied his chains and drove him to a small room next to the dungeon.

The things inside were very simple, with sewage all over the floor and a foul smell. In the corner there was a wooden barrel with a cracked top, and the door couldn't be closed at all, as half of it was broken.

There was a cloth garment casually draped over a wooden barrel.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen paced a few steps and glanced at the water in the bucket, "At least it's clean."

Seeing this situation, he did not feel insulted, but instead felt a little amused.

During the many days he was imprisoned, the Yang Party could have tortured him in many ways, but what they implemented now was restricting his personal freedom, feeding him pig food, and this kind of weird humiliation.

It can be said to be painless.

So he was still a little puzzled, and after thinking about it, he could only think that maybe she was afraid of him, so she chose to do less and make fewer mistakes?

"I thought I was pretty harmless."

Thinking of this, he took a careful bath, changed into clean cloth clothes, and followed the jailer into the palace.

~~

There were two rows of officials standing outside the Golden Palace.

The weather is very good today. The sky is clear and clean, with only a few clouds floating above it, looking lazy.

The sunlight shone on both sides of the road and fell on the officials, making the red and purple robes, as well as the birds and beasts flying above, all very eye-catching and difficult to look directly at.

These ministers, whom ordinary people would never see in their entire lives, were now also waiting for someone. They all lowered their heads and occasionally whispered to each other.

In the bedroom, Emperor Yuan of Jin was sitting on the couch, listening to the minister in front of him:

"During the few days in the dungeon, only a few people came to visit Fang Xingyun."

"There is no one from the Fang family among them. The only one he has a close relationship with is the eldest daughter of the Wang family, the one he is engaged to."

Raising his hand, the Saint interrupted Yang Mingyue's next move and asked, "Did the Wang family cancel the engagement?"

"Your Majesty, they just expelled Wang Ningzhu from the family. As you know, the Wang family has always been strict. Since such a thing happened in her husband's family, she can't stay here any longer."

"My dear, in your opinion, is this a fulfillment or a cessation of one's arm?"

"The Wang family is a vassal of the Great Jin Dynasty. I, a humble official, dare not make any rash assumptions."

He raised his eyelids slightly, but Emperor Jin Yuan did not respond to his words, and just waved his hand gently. Yang Mingyue continued:

"As for the performance in the dungeon..."

"This boy has a good character. He never complained about the bad food he was given, and he ate it all up every time."

“He never had a conflict with the jailer, even if he was rude to him. He would sit in meditation in a corner when he had nothing to do, and every day he would carve a number on the wall, without any sense of anxiety.”

"During that time, the daughter of the Wang family brought him a meal once, and the two of them became close friends."

Gently tapping the edge of the bed, Emperor Jin Yuan opened his eyes and asked, "Did you take his mustard seed ring?"

"No, and his acupoints were not sealed. But according to the jailer's report, Fang Xingyun's every move was like that of an ordinary person, and there was nothing magical about him."

After hearing this answer, Emperor Jin Yuan was silent for a while, then he laughed with a sigh and a compliment, "Returning to the original state. You say, this heavenly realm should be ranked very high in the martial arts world, right?"

“Your Majesty, if it is really as my son said,” Yang Mingyue knelt on the ground and paused before saying, “If it is really the case, then this person should be the number one on the current human list.”

The top of the human list, the strongest person in the awakening period among the younger generation!

However, Fang Xiwen himself would not be happy even if he knew. After all, those who were better than him had already been certified as outsiders and automatically removed from the list. Even if he beat the rest, he would not have much sense of accomplishment.

"very nice."

Having said this, Emperor Yuan of Jin slowly stood up, and the two palace maids beside him hurried to help him. The assistant Yang Mingyue bent down and followed behind him, walking out of the bedroom step by step.

Outside the palace, a dragon chariot was erected. Its body was inlaid with gold, silver, jade, gems, and pearls, and it looked extremely luxurious.

However, the old eunuch who was accompanying him kept apologizing and slapped himself hard in the face, saying that there was a Fierce Wind Horse with impure bloodline that had offended the saint.

Lifting the curtain slightly, Emperor Jin Yuan smiled and said comfortingly: "You are just going to see my ministers, there is no need to be so formal."

"Yes, Your Majesty, please forgive me. I deserve to die!"

"OK OK."

The dragon chariot was set up, and the minister Yang Mingyue and the eunuch who announced the imperial decree followed a few steps behind, walking slowly. When they arrived in front of the palace gate, the throne had already been set.

The saint sat on it, and all the officials on both sides knelt on the ground, and Yang Mingyue joined them.

The old eunuch walked in front of all the officials and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Let's discuss the matter."

written request for leave

When the temperature drops, my old problem comes back. I sit in front of the computer for a long time without any ideas and I keep sobbing.

Take a day off and sort out the outline.

Chapter 396 Confrontation before the Emperor

For all officials and ministers, today's court meeting is extremely unusual.

It was rare for a saint to hold meetings outside the temple, but everyone knew what the matter was about.

Song Wenjing, Marquis of Lecheng, knelt in the front row and looked around secretly, and then he saw two rare guests: Wang Zhongheng, the governor of Dingjun, and Yun Wendao, the director of the Imperial Observatory.

The former was wearing a long robe and straight trousers, with a talisman bestowed by the saint hanging around his waist, with a strong face and deep features; the latter was wearing a Qiankun Taoist robe with black sleeves, his hair and beard were all white, and he had his eyes closed at this moment.

These two men were able to salute while standing, and their attire was out of place among the red and purple attire of the hundreds of officials.

After waiting for a while, Emperor Yuan of Jin, who was sitting on the throne, raised his hand slightly and said, "My dear ministers, please stand up." Then all the officials stood up.

At the beginning of the new year, the six ministries and commissioners would report their expenditures according to the custom, such as last year's accounts and this year's budget.