Wuge has long subdued the two people who served in Tong Jia Muzhen's yard, one is a forty-year-old Wang Pozi, her son's gambling money was pinched by Wuge, and her daughter-in-law's dystocia was also solved by Wuge.

First hold her throat and then give a life-saving kindness, and the princess can't resist, so she obediently listens to Wuge's order. It's just that she only knows her connector, but she doesn't know that her current behind-the-scenes boss is Wuge.

The other is a little girl named Jiang Er, who was sold in last year. When the earthquake occurred a few years ago, her family was destroyed, and she took her only brother to rely on her aunt for her life. Later, the aunt couldn't support it anymore, so she sold her to Renyazi.

Some time ago, her aunt was gone, her younger brother had no one to take care of, and she was taken advantage of by Wuge's subordinates.

Jiang Er's only concern was her younger brother, who was pinched by Wuge's subordinates, and she didn't dare to be disobedient. Later, she learned that her brother was well settled, so she devoted herself to doing things for Wuge.

The day after Tong Jia Muzhen was punished for kneeling for three hours, the news reached Wuge's ears.

Wuge crossed Erlang's legs and hummed a small song, holding a folding fan in his right hand, turning around for a while, thinking about how to use the news that Tong Jia Muzhen was punished to kneel.

Coincidentally, the little guy next to him came in and replied: "Master, there are new rumors outside." ”

"Speak." The folding fan hula in Wuge's hand earned a few laps, dazzling to see, and the authentic tricks.

"It was said that it was noon today, Miss Tong Jialiu was shopping with a few little sisters who had a good time, and met a Taoist priest who set up a stall to tell fortunes, pointing to her and saying that she was a nobleman. After the Taoist priest finished speaking, he felt speechless, and hurriedly packed up his things and ran away. ”

"Do you know where you went?"

"The slave is useless, the Taoist priest is long gone."

With a snap, he slapped the palm of his left hand with a folding fan, got up and walked to the window with a cold hum: "I'm not very old, and I really have a lot of eyes." Isn't the appearance of a noble man just wanting to marry into the royal family, as for this? ”

He couldn't help but pout: "With her family background and status, if she is more low-key, maybe she can still make her wish come true." The tossing is endless day by day, even the master is annoying and noisy, if the first few people in the palace know it, can they like it? Idiot. ”

The little guy lowered his head and listened, but he didn't dare to talk.

Wuge slapped his palms with a folding fan, and suddenly laughed evilly: "Create public opinion to promote yourself, hmph, help her." ”

"Ming'er, publicize the fact that she knelt on the ground for three hours yesterday, and by the way, let people break it and crush it, and 'guess' why she was punished for kneeling, and tell me a few more reasons for the truth and falsehood. A noble daughter of a family, Aunt Manchuria, was punished to kneel for three hours on the eve of the draft, which is not a trivial matter. Royal, I don't like show girls with a bad reputation. ”

Wuge said as he spoke, and a little excitement suddenly appeared in his eyes, wanting to grab a man with her sister, then he would let her taste a little bit of loss of hope. A blunt knife cut her flesh and tortured her to death.

The five grids are calculating, and Tong Jia Muzhen is also calculating.

It was only at noon that she passed on the life of her "noble appearance", and when she returned home, she cut her wrist.

Shisu's eyelids jumped in fright: "Girl, what are you doing here?" Having scars on your body can affect the draft. ”

"That's a rule for others, even if I have a scar on my face, I will still be selected, the emperor is my aunt today, who dares to put my brand in the palace?"