Feng Wan stopped and listened.

After a while, Zhao Jun's calm voice came from the study, "General Wei is really good at joking." Didn't we just meet Your Majesty? Your Majesty didn't mean that to let me be separated from Wan Niang. ”

As soon as Zhao Jun's voice fell, Wei Ziyang smiled and said, "In this way, Zhao Jialangjun is unwilling?" Obviously calm tone, but with a kind of murderous intent, Feng Wan outside the door also shuddered.

There was a brief lull in the room. After a while, Chen Ya's shrill shout sounded, "The surname is Wei, what do you mean by this?" How can anyone in this world force another to divorce his wife? ”

In the shriek, Wei Ziyang's cold voice came slowly, "It seems that the two of you have forgotten that I, surnamed Wei, have always liked to do forced things." The voice sounded in a deep voice, accompanied by the sound of a sword unsheathed with "Zheng-".

In the room, there was another oppressive calm.

After a while, Zhao Jun said in a deep voice: "General Wei, although the Feng family has misconduct, it has not reached the point where it has to be abandoned......

As soon as he said this, Wei Ziyang raised his voice and ordered, "Awan, come in." ”

Feng Wan was outside the door, and when he heard his call, he immediately responded: "Yes." ”

With a "squeak", she pushed the door open.

As she stepped into the study, a bright light also spread in, and in the study, Zhao Jun and Chen Ya looked at her at the same time. Different from the resentment on Chen Ya's face, Zhao Jun pursed his thin lips, his face was as heavy as water, and his expression was more vigilant than annoyed.

Feng Wan walked slowly.

She stood beside Wei Ziyang.

Tilting her head, her watery eyes met Wei Ziyang. As if knowing what she was going to ask, Wei Zi raised his lips and said mockingly: "Awan, Zhao Jialangjun said that you are not at fault, and he can't divorce you." ”

In a word, Feng Wan understood what he meant.

So, she turned around and faced Zhao Jun.

Staring straight at Zhao Jun, Feng Wan stretched out his right hand and drew Wei Ziyang's saber without looking. Then, in the exclamation of Chen Ya and the others, she raised her wrist and held the cold sword on Zhao Jun's neck.

The sword rests on the neck, and the cold air seeps through the bones

Feng Wan's move greatly surprised Chen Ya and Zhao Jun. Especially Zhao Jun, he always thought that this woman was a person who didn't even dare to kill chickens, and was a person who was scolded and would only gently and gently mock a few words. He categorically didn't expect that one day, Feng Wan would raise his sword against him

Shock, disbelief, indescribable sourness, all kinds of indescribable complex emotions poured out in an instant. For a moment, Zhao Jun forgot to scold and forget his movements, he just opened his mouth and looked at Feng Wan blankly.

Feng Wan was also looking at him, compared to him, Feng Wan's eyes were as clear as water, and they couldn't be calmer anymore.

She blinked her starry eyes and said softly: "It turns out that I don't abide by women's morals, and in the eyes of Zhao Jialangjun, it is not a mistake. She smiled, this smile seemed to be leisurely, but it also seemed to have melancholy.

As her smile bloomed, the long sword in her hand slowly dragged downward.

She is not a person who practices martial arts, and the strength of this sword is also sometimes light and sometimes heavy. Feeling the cold sword blade slashing across her skin, it seemed that in the next moment, she would accidentally cut off her neck. Chen Ya on one side screamed: "Cheap woman, you are so bold, let go of Zhao Lang quickly"

Her scream was loud and sharp, and when the noise outside stopped, she only heard a "snap", and a clear slap sounded loudly, but it was Wei Ziyang who slapped her.

After slapping Chen Ya a step back, Wei Ziyang wiped his hands with a handkerchief lightly, and said coldly: "The three words 'cheap woman', I will slap you once in the future."

Chen Ya's face turned pale.

At this time, the sword in Feng Wan's hand had been dragged to Zhao Jun's collarbone. After pausing here, Feng Wan frowned and shook her head, and then, she raised the sword again and pointed the blade at Zhao Jun's face.

With a flick of her wrist, Han Sensen's sword blade pointed forward and pressed against Zhao Jun's skin. Although he didn't exert himself, Zhao Jun could feel that the biting chill had seeped into his bones

This woman is for real

She really dared to do it

Zhao Jun came to his senses instantly, he pursed his thin lips, stared at Feng Wan deadly, and said in a dumb voice: "Good a Feng family" The voice was full of resentment.

…… That's right. A while ago, she was attached to herself, and she seemed to be in deep love, and she hated it at the beginning, which was not what Zhao Jun should have in her memory. In her memory, he was always a man who could only be sorry for her, and she, even if there was a word that he didn't like, he had to be beaten and beaten.

To the resentful Zhao Jun, Feng Wan lowered his eyes and said quietly: "Zhao Jialangjun, can you write the book of resignation?" Whether she or Wei Ziyang, they no longer mentioned the word "harmony", but kept asking Zhao Jun to write a letter of resignation directly. Harmony and separation - it has always been a compromise between the two sides, involving too many people and things too complicated, and asking Zhao Jun to write a letter of harmony and separation under the premise that the royal family does not agree, even if it is written, it is easy to find excuses in the words, so as to change. It's better to write a letter of resignation, the letter of resignation is direct and heavy, and it is insulting to Feng Wan. But it is this kind of insult that makes it not so easy for Zhao Jun or the royal family to talk back. After all, the world generally does not believe that any woman will force her husband's family to abandon her by any means.

Of course, once she is divorced, the woman's reputation is not much. But Wei Ziyang is not a person who cares about fame.

Seeing that Zhao Jun pursed his lips and didn't speak, Feng Wan said to himself, "I know what you're afraid of. However, Zhao Jialangjun, the ministers of all the countries in the world, are all neat and tidy. It doesn't matter if you resist here, but as soon as my hand slips, I may cut a deep cut on your face, so that you are no longer handsome, and your career will not go further. Moreover, if everyone knows that your face was scratched by your fierce wife, I am afraid that there will be few sympathies, and you will become the laughing stock of the world. ”

When she said this, Zhao Jun's face changed slightly, and when Chen Ya wanted to scold but didn't dare, Feng Wan continued to say quietly: "I'm just going to see blood, it's just a slip of my hand." If General Wei makes a move, I am afraid that Lang Jun will not break his appearance, but directly cut off his hands and feet. You know, he just abolished you, and he just had to reprimand you. He is not afraid of heaven and earth......"

Speaking of this, Feng Wan's hand was unsteady, and the tip of the sword shook a few times.

Zhao Jun's face had changed drastically.

He stared at Feng Wan coldly and shouted, "Bring the pen and silk." ”

Seeing that he finally relented, Feng Wan slowly stretched out his left hand, clenched the hilt of the sword together, and then removed the sword from Zhao Jun's face.

As soon as the pen and silk book arrived, Zhao Jun gritted his teeth, picked up the pen and began to write.

In a few moments, he had written a letter of resignation.

When he was about to sign his name, he couldn't help but raise his head again and look at Feng Wan.

At this moment, Feng Wan was turning his face sideways, and his long eyelashes fluttered and looked at the window scene outside. That look, tranquil and mysterious. It seems that the ruthless person just now is not her.

At this moment, Zhao Jun's eyes appeared in front of her natural luxury and majesty after wearing the princess dress. Suddenly, the resentment in his heart disappeared, and he couldn't help but think: She has always been smart, and she pretended to be vicious because she wanted to force me to write this letter of resignation.

Thinking of this, he was melancholy and indescribably bitter, and in a daze, his movements stopped.

At this moment, Wei Ziyang's soft snort came.

In the silence, although this soft hum was not loud, it was really depressing. Zhao Jun couldn't help but look at him. At this glance, he looked at Shang Wei Ziyang with murderous eyes.

His heart sank, Zhao Jun regained his grip on the pen and lowered his head.

Looking at the place where he was about to put his pen, his heart was not only heavy?

In the palace just now, His Majesty's meaning is already very clear. He didn't mind that he divorced Feng Wan, and he also hoped that he would promote Chen Ya to his wife. But Your Majesty said that it will take a few days.

His Majesty's attitude was so clear, and he even had a much different gentleness and value for himself than before. Now that he writes this letter of resignation, His Majesty will definitely be disappointed, and his future is really gone

He didn't want to write, he really didn't want to write.

However, without looking up, he also felt that Wei Ziyang's murderous intent was not fake, and Feng Wan's words just now were not alarmist. Anytime and anywhere, the sword in Wei Ziyang's hand may slash at him.

In silence, his hands were shaking.

There was also sweat oozing from his forehead.

He could clearly hear the sound of the hourglass slowly passing by.

Zhao Jun gritted his teeth heavily, until he felt a fishy astringency between his lips, and he had a little strength.

At this time, a thought flashed through his mind: According to the current level of Wei Ziyang's pride, if I don't write this resignation letter, he will definitely be finished with me, and besides, the slut of the Feng family, she is now desperately following the surname Wei, and there is no husband like me in her eyes. A manly man, what is a momentary frustration? I'll put up with it for a year or two for the time being, and when I overthrow the surnamed Wei, and when the new emperor succeeds to the throne, I can still be beautiful. At that time, isn't Feng's slut at my disposal? Hmph, this is what she asked for, she doesn't cherish the position I gave her as a wife, one day, I will let her kneel in front of me and beg me for the position of a concubine

Thinking of this, a hideous look flashed across his face.

He gritted his teeth, and in the blood foaming from his lips, he picked up his pen and wrote his name.

Then, the index finger is pressed on the cinnabar and a fingerprint is stamped.

After doing all this, I don't know why, I obviously thought about it and made up my mind, but as the silk book was pulled up, Zhao Jun lost a little strength in his body, and the whole person went down and fell down.

His eyes widened as he watched blankly as Feng Wan wrote her own name on the back and stamped her handprint.

Then he looked at Feng Wan and smiled at Wei Ziyang, Wei Ziyang took the letter of resignation, took it into his arms, and the two walked side by side.

It's over

It's over.

The love of the newlyweds, the pride of the spring breeze after marriage, the beautiful wife and concubine in the arms, the smooth progress of the official career, the hardships after coming to the capital, the joy when the princess hugged her on the left, the emptiness and helplessness when she left, and the longing and regret for her in the past two months, everything is over.

It's over

Suddenly, Zhao Jun tilted his head and laughed wildly. In the midst of wild laughter, he ignored Chen Ya, who was frightened, and shouted: "Someone is coming"

"Lord Lang?"

"Get ready, I'm going to enter the palace" Zhao Jun, who put away his smile, somehow, his face looked extremely gloomy, and faintly, there was a kind of ruthlessness that Chen Ya didn't understand.

Finally wrote a letter of resignation, everyone should remember to throw me a few pink tickets to celebrate this beautiful moment...

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