In the ink-dyed pavilion, Feng Wuwu's face turned white, wrapped in a thin jacket full of holes, curled up on the collapsed couch, suffering from more and more severe abdominal pain.

After a while, when Bo Shu was stained with a little blood, she realized that she was not suffering from the hidden disease of the flower willow.

Abdominal cramps, I think it's because of the moon letter.

As for why it hurt so badly, Feng Wuwu faintly felt that it was inextricably related to the original owner's physique.

She was originally a real daughter, but she was raised as a man.

Regardless of the effects of perennial chest binding on the body, the drugs that her mother Qiu Rushui forced her to take to maintain the bulge of the Adam's apple may cause irreparable and irreversible damage to her body.

Thinking of this, Feng Wuwu's heart ached.

She knew that the original owner of this body must have been heartbroken by her cheap mother, and she was desperate and resentful.

"Rest assured. I will pay back a hundredfold for your reproach. ”

Feng Wuwu softly comforted the soul of the original owner, and took the initiative to accept the past of the original owner.

It turned out that Ao Che, the left minister of Beili, led troops to encircle and suppress her, not that the division was unknown.

Half a day ago, the Beili military camp.

The camp tent was brightly lit, and Feng Wuwu had just taken off his military uniform, and deduced the formation in front of the case, his expression condensed.

"General Feng, please drink tea."

"Let's go down." Feng Wuwu took the hot tea in the hand of the little servant and tasted it lightly.

However, when Feng Wuwu put down the teacup, the little girl standing quietly in front of her suddenly took off the hairband and put down the three thousand green silks.

Feng Wuwu stared at the beautiful woman in front of him in surprise, and there was a little annoyance in her long narrow eyes, "Princess Liyin, the minister will order someone to send you back to the palace." ”

"I don't! Feng Wuwu, this princess likes you. Whether you agree or not today, this princess will condemn you! Beitang Liyin frowned slightly, crossed her hands on her waist, and said particularly arrogantly.

"You drugged the tea?" Feng Wuwu realized that the fire in his body suddenly rose, and he was angry for a while, so he suddenly got up and strangled Beitang Liyin's neck.

"General Sanssouci, why don't you just look at me? Could it be that you already have a place in your heart? Beitang Liyin was not afraid of Feng Wuwu's anger, and took the opportunity to put her face on her chest.

Bang –

"Feng Wuwu, you are so bold! Who will allow you to do it to the pearl of the palm of the lonely! ”

At this moment, Beitang Long Ting held the Wentian Sword in his hand, and pointed at Feng Wuwu's eyebrows with a fierce sword.

Behind Beitang Longting, Feng Zhilin, the general of Beili, also entered the camp.

Feng Wuwu looked at the angry Beitang Long Ting in astonishment, and explained urgently, "Your Majesty, the minister has never had bad thoughts about the princess. It was the princess who broke into the minister's tent in the name of delivering tea, and put strong drugs in the tea. The minister was in a hurry for a while, so he ......"

Smack-

"Son, shut up!" Feng Zhilin didn't wait for Feng Wuwu to finish speaking, he actually raised his arm and slapped Feng Wuwu mercilessly, "Come on, drag Feng Wuwu down, three hundred military staffs." ”

Feng Wuwu wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said indifferently, "Tiger poison still doesn't eat children, Feng Zhilin, you are really ruthless." ”

"Father, Feng Wuwu slandered me! It was obviously him who took great pains to tie me to the tent. Beitang Liyin was afraid of ruining his reputation and flatly denied what he had done before.

Beitang Long Ting snorted coldly, and then hugged Beitang Liyin into his arms, "Don't be afraid, Yin'er, the sky is falling, and your father will support you." ”

Feng Wuwu stared coldly at Beitang Liyin, who was full of lies, and glanced at Feng Zhilin with a solemn face again.

She does hate Beitang Liyin who reverses right and wrong, but she hates Feng Zhilin who doesn't miss flesh and blood affection even more.

Three hundred staffs, even if they don't die, they will be completely wasted.

Feng Wuwu strode out of the camp with her head held high, she did not follow Feng Zhilin's orders to serve her sentence obediently, but plunged headlong into the moat when there was no way out.

If she died, she hoped that she could die a dignified death.

In the Ink Dyeing Pavilion, Feng Wuwu's divine consciousness was completely integrated with the divine consciousness of this body.

She recalled the grievances she had suffered before, and solemnly promised the original owner of this body, "Within three years, I will step on Beili and avenge your blood and revenge." ”

Xu was overly emotional, and she suddenly felt a bubbling hot current gushing out of her body.

"Don't panic, let me look for a large Band-Aid."

Feng Wuwu looked at the bloodstains that were winding all the way under him, and his head ached.

She clutched her abdomen with one hand as she rummaged through the vast ink-dyed pavilion.

However, how could there be such a thing as a menstrual cloth for women in the Ink Dyeing Pavilion?

She searched for a long time, but could not find any usable fabric.

In a hurry, he had to use the plain white shirt dyed by Jun Mo as a menstrual cloth for the crotch.

Da Da Da –

Outside the Ink Dye Pavilion, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps.

Hearing this, Feng Wuwu hurriedly picked up the clothes scattered all over the place, and hid behind the carved screen, holding his breath.