Just after the rain in the valley, the war in Jiangrong was tight.

Within two days, Wen Wanrong received an order in Yandu, asking her to go to Jiangrong alone to meet her fiancé, General Pingbei, whom she had never met.

The imperial court sent someone to take her to her destination.

The local government did not dare to be sloppy, so they arranged people in high-class inns and went to the camp outside the city to report the situation.

Wen Wanrong didn't like the weather in Jiangrong, and in mid-spring she caught up with the early summer of Yandu, moving a little and sweating sticky.

She took a shower, sat by the window and held the book she had brought with her, and she didn't turn a page for a long time, feeling faintly uneasy in her heart.

Sure enough, I waited for a day, but I didn't see General Pingbei's honorable driver.

After nearly a month of tiring travel, Wen Wanrong was tired and had no energy to think deeply, so she rested early.

I slept until midnight, and in a daze, I heard a sound from the window, thought it was windy, and was ready to get up and close the window.

I couldn't help but feel it with a rough hand.

"Who?!"

She shuddered, sobered up, and instinctively cowered into the corner.

A rough voice accompanied by rapid breathing: "Aren't you here to comfort Lao Tzu?" What nonsense? ”

"General Qin Yang of Pingbei?"

"Exactly."

After confirming the identity of the other party, it was too late to say hello, Wen Wanrong was pressed on the bed by the tall figure, rude and promiscuous.

She instinctively resisted, didn't overdo it, struggled to push away, and heard the sound of her clothes tearing.

Qin Yang seemed to be impatient to the extreme: "Sleep with Lao Tzu, what are you doing wearing so much." ”

"I, I don't ......" Wen Wanrong wanted to say no, but she was gagged.

The greed of the other party made her daunting.

She was soon stripped naked, like a beast to the slaughter, turned over, with her hands pinned behind her back, defenseless and encroaching.

The body ached as if it were torn.

The other party didn't have the slightest pity for the jade, and only cared about himself being happy.

Wen Wanrong cried out in pain, begged in a low voice, and begged the other party to let go.

The other party sneered, leaned over, and broke her face: "Let it go?" Do you think this is Yandu, come over to drink tea and chat with Lao Tzu? Are you so stupid? Do you understand the meaning of the word "consolation"? ”

Wen Wanrong was so painful that her internal organs had to be squeezed together, her mind was blank, and she couldn't answer straightforwardly.

"It's good to not understand, Lao Tzu will teach you to understand today." Say, increase the force.

Wen Wanrong was afraid that the inn would not be soundproof, so she bit her lip and let out a low whimper from her throat, like pain, sadness, and despair.

As early as Yandu, she had heard of her fiancé's bad deeds, three out of twenty, never married a wife, went to the battlefield at the age of seventeen, and relied on the family of military generals of the three dynasties, but in fact, he was the demon king of the world.

I love to go to Fireworks Willow Lane, and I don't look down on serious girls.

There are many meritorious deeds, and the government and the opposition have mixed praise and criticism for him.

At least in the Wen Mansion, she had never heard her adoptive father say a good word about him.

Today, I finally saw the bastard of the demon king of the world.

Qin Yang was locked up in the barracks for three months with a group of rough men, and he was irritable and couldn't taste the meat.

Now that there are door-to-door deliveries, it is natural to enjoy them.

The only thing that is not happy is that Wen Wanrong is a chick, lying on the bed, her whole body is as tense as dead pork.

He slept with her, not to kill her.

Nervous fart!

After venting, he got up and lit a few candles and asked the store to bring hot water.

Wen Wanrong hugged her legs, wrapped the quilt tightly, and curled up in the corner of the bed, as if she was guarding against it, her eyes widened in horror, her lips were pursed, and she didn't dare to leave the other party for a moment.

Qin Yang planned that as long as she cried, she would be stabbed quickly.

Now it seems that a little accident aroused his playfulness like a wild beast before hunting.

"I heard the government say that your name is Wen Wanrong, you just turned fourteen, I remember correctly, you and I were edicted by the first emperor and have a marriage contract." He sat naked at the table of the Eight Immortals, drank tea, and remembered what to say.

"Yes."

Wen Wanrong's brain was buzzing, the corners of her mouth were slightly twined, and her whole body seemed to have fallen into an ice hole, giving rise to a chill.

She thought that she would explain her intentions, for the sake of the court sending her, she was his fiancée, and she could treat each other politely.

What a mistake!

It took her a while to accept what happened, because the person who sent her had already left, and if she wanted to return to Yandu alive, she could only ask for help from the so-called "fiancé".

"General Qin, I have a reluctant request, I don't know whether to talk about it or not." Wen Wanrong's brows furrowed for a moment, and then she lowered her eyebrows and pleased.

"You say." Qin Yang is particularly generous to those who are about to die.

Wen Wanrong hesitated for a moment: "General Qin, I came to Jiangrong in accordance with the order, and I also met you, can Ming'er go to the post station and find a reliable caravan to take me back to Yandu?" ”

She was afraid that he would not agree, so she asked to be kept to a minimum: "Or send me to the next town, and I can find a way to go back myself." ”

"What are you doing in such a hurry?" Qin Yang leaned over, pinched her chin, and said in an evil voice, "Since the matter of you and my matchmaker was decided by the emperor first, we can't escape, so it's better to have a husband and wife, what do you say?" ”

Openly and secretly, the Demon King of the Mixed World will not let her go.

Wen Wanrong heard the words and looked at each other.

Wheat complexion, eyebrows and sideburns with slender and sharp black eyes, wild with cold arrogance, and domineering, and a little charming danger under the thin end.

Facing the handsome angular facial features and the good skin of the strong body, she lowered her eyes, covered the expression under her eyes, and flattered herself: "General Qin has an excellent reputation in Yandu, and he will not embarrass a woman, right?" ”

"Excellent reputation?" Qin Yang caught the disgust that flashed in her eyes, and approached with a smile, her voice was full of ruthlessness, "Wen Wanrong, just your little cleverness, you dare to come to Xinjiang alone?" Not afraid of death? ”

"I'm afraid of ......" Wen Wanrong trembled her lower lips, so frightened that she didn't know whether to say that she was afraid of death or afraid of him.

"It's good to know that you're afraid." Qin Yang was interested and put on his clothes.

Before leaving, he stared at her condescendingly and pointed to the door: "Remember to stay at the door, Lao Tzu doesn't like to climb the window." ”