When she was at Guo's house that day, she still remembered the embarrassment that Mrs. Guo gave her, and she would never forget the bright slap in the face.

She didn't expect that the commander of the Royal Forest Army would really ask to marry Guo Lingsi, and she didn't expect that the grandson she had spent most of her life thinking about and carefully raised would be so useless!

She clenched her palms tightly, and she was so angry in her heart: "Forty thousand taels, they are simply dreaming, they want to deprive me of the money of the Zheng Guo Mansion, and they are not afraid of not having that life!"

Old Madam Liu was angry with Wen Luxian, and hated him even more because he had become the weakness of those people to grasp the Zheng Guo Mansion, she wanted to teach Wen Luxian a lesson, and she didn't believe in a lowly place in Fireworks Willow Lane, and dared to fight against the Zheng Guo Mansion.

Old Madam Liu said angrily: "None of you are allowed to ransom him, but I want to see how they dare to treat me as the prince of Zheng Guo's mansion!"

Wen Zhenghong was also angry with Wen Luxian, he was already a little uneasy in the past few days, just because he noticed that the things around him had become a little wrong recently, and he always felt that someone was spying on him in the dark, spying on the entire Zheng Guogong Mansion, and even many things that had passed through the country had been turned out.

He was a cautious person, and when he first noticed that something was wrong, he stopped everything in his hands, and he didn't dare to do many of the things that had been planned, and he didn't dare to do it, and he had less contact with the Liu family and the Eighth Prince, so he was afraid of being caught.

Some time ago, before the Eighth Prince went out of the city, he finally found a chance to go out of Beijing, who would have thought that he was followed, so that he didn't do anything about the Eighth Prince's side at all, and I don't know if it was because of this, after the Eighth Prince went to the palace this time, his attitude towards him suddenly cooled down, and when he calculated the time, he hadn't been in contact with them for nearly ten days.

Wen Zhenghong knows very well what he wants, at the moment, the Eighth Prince's side must not have a problem, if there is no Eighth Prince, what will he use to earn the future of the Zheng Guo Mansion, and what will he take to turn over the Zheng Guo Mansion?

He has been worrying about the affairs of the Eighth Prince in the past few days, trying to find out what is wrong with the palace, but he didn't expect Wen Luxian's side to give him peace of mind.

The Zheng Guogong Mansion seems to have a big family and a hundred years of inheritance, but they have to survive under the pressure of Emperor Yongzhen, and they have a big family to help, to plan for the Eighth Emperor, to work for their own family, these years of secretly working up and down, doing all kinds of things, have already hollowed out their family funds.

At the moment, Mo said that he couldn't take out 40,000 taels of silver for a while, even if he could take it out, how could he spend it on Wen Luxian's flowers and willows, nephrite incense?

So in the face of what Mrs. Liu said, Wen Zhenghong agreed without hesitation, after all, in his opinion, the drunken spring breeze is just a green/building, Shinong industry and commerce, and the people do not fight with officials, if they still want to gain a foothold in Beijing, is it difficult to dare to really be the heir of his Zheng Guogong's mansion?

In the drunken spring breeze, Wen Luxian lay on the ground, his face was covered with bruises left by the beating, his hands were tied behind him with ropes, his mouth gagged with rags made a whining sound, and his robe was full of footprints and dirt.

A feminine-looking man in a dark purple brocade robe sat on a chair, holding a knife in his hand, and quickly swirled between his slender fingers.

Seeing Wen Luxian on the ground glaring at him resentfully, his eyes were full of hatred, he smiled and kicked him directly in the stomach, kicked Wen Luxian snorted miserably, and curled up in a cold sweat in pain.

The man bent down, hooked Wen Luxian's chin with his hand, and swiped the knife in his hand back and forth on his face, looking at his eyes that widened with fear, and said in a shrill voice: "Young Master Wen, don't stare at the slave family with your black eyes, lest the slave family can't help it and accidentally gouge out your eyes." ”

"But speaking of which, Wen Gongzi's appearance is really handsome, this skin and flesh are more delicate than the best sister in our building, you said that if you refuse to use the silver to ransom you, should the slave family send you to the Nanfeng Pavilion, or simply engrave the word white piao on your face?"

The tip of the knife flowed against Wen Luxian's face, and finally stopped near the cheekbones on his face, and with a little force, the tip of the knife pierced into the skin, causing a drop of blood to suddenly soak out of his white cheek.

"Is it good to engrave here, it is both conspicuous and good-looking, the craftsmanship of the slave family is good, and it will definitely be able to give Wen Gongzi a beautiful pattern, and it will never reduce the demeanor of the child..."

"Mmmm

Wen Luxian couldn't see the situation on his face, he only felt that his face seemed to be cut, the knife in the hand of the feminine-looking man in front of him stabbed his skin painfully, his face was full of horror and kept shrinking back, his mouth kept making loud sounds, the previous resentment was replaced by fear, and the whole person was trembling.

"Uh-huh..."

You let me go...

Yan Qing raised her eyebrows: "Let me let you go?"

Wen Luxian blinked again and again, there was still a little bit of a noble boy on his face, his face was full of pleading, as long as he could let him go, he was willing to give him anything.

Yan Qing smiled enchantingly: "This slave family can't be the master, you slept with the top card that we were ready to send into the Xiangwang Mansion after we got drunk, if there is no silver, you can't let the slave family lose money, right?"

Wen Luxian struggled to speak, Yan Qing reached out and tore off the stuff in his mouth, and heard him cough violently, and then blushed and said urgently: "I am the prince of Zheng Guogong's mansion, a member of the Wen family, and my mansion will definitely bring money over." ”

Yan Qing blinked when he heard this, he was obviously a man, but he was more charming and moving than a woman, he stretched out his hand to help Wen Luxian stand up: "Say it earlier, if you have money, everything is easy to discuss, as long as you are willing to send silver over and settle this matter for King Xiang, how can the slave family be willing to treat the son like this......"

Wen Luxian shuddered, and with a frightened face, he avoided Yan Qing's hand that wanted to touch his face.

He had been here in the past to get drunk, but he never knew that this place had anything to do with King Xiang, let alone that he would cause such a big trouble because he was drunk.

Wen Luxian was about to speak, but someone came to report outside the door, saying that someone from Zheng Guogong's mansion was coming.

Wen Luxian watched Yan Qing Shi Ran walk out with excitement on his face, thinking that when he came back, he would let him go immediately.

But who would have thought that Na Yanqing would come back again in just a moment, with a numbing smile on his face, and without waiting for him to meet him and ask when he would let him go, he directly slapped him in the face, kicked him to the ground and sneered: "I still think you are a great thing, but it turns out that you are also a waste who will give up." ”

"Return the prince of Zheng Guogong's mansion, he won't even spend 40,000 taels of silver for you, come, drag him down, and take good care of our prince!"