The desperate ambition and the upward thoughts of Qingyun were beaten by Feng Beimian. Xiao Yawen was almost desperate. She knelt on the sand and stone ground, with blood and tears in her eyes.

The gauze wrapped on the face oozes out bright red blood, mixed with brown medicine, and it smells unbearable. It slides down the cheeks and drips off the clothes~

Gradually gathering into blood.

Xiao Yawen looked at him and looked like a ghost more than a human.

"Hahahahahahaha..."

She laughed wildly, her face full of blood and tears.

Long, long~

Despair retreated, and reason gradually returned to the furnace. She staggered and stood up, her eyes flashed with ferocious light. She stood quietly in front of the sun. After a moment, Xiao Yawen turned stiffly and opened the corner door.

She entered the mansion.

Just like when she came, she left quietly. Even Xiao Rao, who had returned to the small-spoken courtyard and was leisurely chanting Buddha's name, didn't know that she was in the corner of her "forgotten".

Feng Beimian easily rejected the beloved Concubine Xiao in the original world.

He completely destroyed Xiao Yawen's last hope of turning over.

Xiao Rao fell relaxed and relaxed.

Feng Beimian... apart from being a little disgusting and inexplicable, he also didn't care at all. Xiao Yawen's appearance did not dispel his good mood when he saw the person he was in love and even stole the fragrance and jade.

Yan Li Junyan calmed down slightly, and he returned to the coffin directly. After thinking for a long time, he finally made a plan...

Meeting Emperor Xuande, plotting against the prince, spy on all officials, contacting the harem~~

He was slow and arranged one by one.

Xiao Rao was afraid of change and did not want to step out of the small world that she was holding on to was a sign that no one gave her a sense of security.

So, Feng Beimian decided...

Please order the imperial decree to give marriage, all officials welcome you, worship the heaven and earth, and record the royal family.

He wants Xiao Rao to be the most glorious princess, the kind that no one can destroy!

——

How much effort has Feng Beimian made to marry Xiao Rao, let’s not mention it for now...

The Minister's Mansion.

Xiao Yawen stumbled back to the Fanghua Courtyard, Dugu curled up in the couch, his dull eyes slid across the white gauze and white tent in the room, and finally fell on the filial piety scripture on the table.

A total of more than a dozen books.

She copied it for Mrs. Xiao, and prepared for the first seventh day, to offer it to the Buddha and burn it to her mother.

"Mother, you are dead, Pei Ciye broke off the engagement, I was disfigured... But, haha, Xiao Rao was taken aback by the prince, Xiao Yayao, that bitch, the bastard born to Aunt Mei, she is also fine!"

"I'm not willing!"

She hissed, her eyes half full of despair and half full of calm.

Her emotions were extremely tense, and she was in a state of half crazy at any time, "Xiao Rao, you can defeat me, you are the broomstar, I am so miserable, why do you live a good life? Why do you marry the prince?"

"I want to kill you, no, no, I can't do that. She is protected by the prince. I, I have no mother, I want to live well. I am the daughter of the minister, the eldest lady of the high school!"

"Only Aunt Mei's goods that are worthless and can be sold by someone, will they think of dying with others with a cheap life!"

"I'm different from her."

"I am noble, and no one is worth it."

Xiao Yawen murmured, desperately trying to persuade herself to calm down, but she had nowhere to vent her hatred and resentment. She almost wanted to kill people. She gasped, pulled her hair one by one, and her expression seemed like a "big resentment".

She walked back and forth in the house like a trapped beast.

She was so angry that she smashed things desperately.

for a long time……

Until it was dark, she suddenly stopped, as if thinking about something. She didn't stop for a moment, hurried out of the Fanghuayuan and quickly came to the outer study.

She rushed into the house without any advice from the doorkeeper.

In the study room.

Xiao Jing was lying on the table, his face full of fatigue and giving instructions.

‘Bang’.

The huge door sounded, and he was so shocked that he covered his heart with his hands.

His face was pale.

Mom!

Heart disease is almost done!

"Who is it?" he exclaimed, his eyes wide open.

"Father, it's me."

Xiao Yawen calmed down the picture... covered with blood-stained medicine stains, and her face that looked like a ghost more than a human was reflected in Xiao Jing's eyes. His heart suddenly stopped for half a second. He opened his mouth uncontrollably. Then, in the afterglow of the sunset, he saw clearly that this face belonged to his eldest daughter.

"Yes, is it Wen'er? What's the matter with you looking for dad?"

He took a deep breath, covered his beating heart, and tried to ask as kindly as possible.

"Dad, I heard that Dalang is sick!"

Xiao Yawen was not as polite as before. She stepped forward and sat directly opposite Xiao Jing, making a faint voice.

It is a question that is clearly a question, but in fact... it is a positive sentence.

"Ah, you know? Oh, yes, since Xiaolang is gone, Dalang feels sorry for his younger brother, and his health is not very comfortable. A few days ago, he learned about his mother... Cough, no, it was the news that A Mei's bitch died, which was not very good at that time."

"Dad, I'm afraid he..."

Thinking of his sick eldest son, Xiao Jing was in a depressed mood.

The tone was obviously gloomy.

"I'm afraid I won't live long!"

Xiao Yawen responded calmly.

Xiao Jing was full of heartache and choked back into his mouth. He looked a little annoyed and frowned tightly, "Wen'er, Dalang is your brother, why are you..."

He wanted to teach his daughter a lesson, but he also thought that his legitimate wife died at the hands of Aunt Mei, and he choked for a moment.

"Are you gloating? Father, I don't have that leisure. I just looked at Dalang's pulse case... He is too weak and can't get married and have children even if he is rescued, right?"

Xiao Yawen's deep voice.

Xiao Jing:...

It's heartbreaking, daughter.

"I, me, he..." He suddenly said, for a moment, nodded in despair.

Xiao Yawen was happy, and her face remained silent, and even frowned, "Dad, Xiao Lang is dead, Da Lang cannot marry a wife. Over the years, your mother has taken you seven or eight concubines, two or thirty concubines, and you only have Da Lang and Xiao Lang's two sons..."

"Now, you are old, I'm afraid you~"

I can't give birth to a son anymore.

Even when I was old, I had no hope now.

You designated that you have some serious illness, and you have only five seedlings in a thousand acres of land. Three beautiful concubines raised them, one born by my mother, and the other is young and old. These people probably gave birth to Yizi.

But now, they are all gone.

father.

You want to be the last one!

Xiao Yawen used her eyes to hand over the meaning she wanted to convey to Xiao Jing clearly.

The words are not finished, and the meaning has been passed.

Xiao Jing:...

I instantly hated myself for why I was so keen? Why did I see the meaning in other people's eyes so clearly?

No worries!

"Wener, what are you doing with these things?"

He sighed and spoke in pain.

Xiao Yawen's face was as deep as water, "Dad, I'm disfigured and broke off the engagement now. After three years of mother filial piety, I'm twenty years old. I'm afraid it's difficult to find a good son-in-law, even if I'm a low marriage..."

"I don't have brothers, and in the future, you, cough cough... I will inevitably be bullied."

"So, I thought, rather than marrying a low-key person, it is better to recruit husbands by giving birth and give birth to a child, and to pass on the incense to daddy."

She whispered softly.

Xiao Jing's eyes lit up and he was obviously moved, "My son, are you serious?"

"Yes, but I have the conditions!"

Xiao Yawen pursed her lips and looked too long.

"What conditions?" Xiao Jing asked.
Chapter completed!