The Scumbag of Fast Transmigration Guide to Self-Help

Chapter 461 Setting 42 The Incompetent and Cowardly Deposed Emperor (4)

Yuan Jin and Wei Wan, who escaped from the secret passage in the palace, were picked up smoothly, and took advantage of the chaos to leave the city overnight.

In the twilight of the morning, Wei Wanduan, who is still veiled and still can't hide her beauty, is sitting at the south downstream boat pier, looking towards the green hills on both sides of the river.She never thought that there would be a day when she would leave the palace, and she would still be by the side of her longing husband.

"I've wronged you." Her shoulders sank, and her seductive voice rang in her ears.She turned her head and stared blankly at Lang Yan's unique Yingjun youth, and she replied one step faster in her heart than her mouth: I am not wronged.She didn't feel aggrieved at all for being able to be by his side with his outstanding demeanor.

"When you arrive in Lizhou, you will be the lady in charge of the bookstore, and I will do everything under your command." The gentle and jade-like young man leaned down and hugged the woman, and with his little finger he kindly and naturally wrapped up her ear, which was blown by the river wind. Strands of blue silk took advantage of the opportunity to place a light kiss on her small and jade-like earlobe.

The beautiful woman turned her head shyly, her cheeks were reddish and pink, but her eyes, which were as moving as water waves, were fixed on the young man's tall nose.

"Awan always listens to her husband." The voice was as mellow and charming as an oriole, and as light and elegant as the sound of a piano.

Three months later, Li Haotian, who had cleaned up the court hall, waved his hand and sentenced Murong Yun to be torn apart.

The country is in ruins, and he has lost interest in torturing Murong Yun.Furthermore, he took Murong Yun's noble concubine as his Yan concubine, and he didn't want to keep Murong Yun to make her nostalgic.

On the day of Murong Yun's execution, Concubine Yan went to see him for the last time.

Murong Yun, who was tied up with five flowers, was as thin as a bone, his eyes were covered with a faint layer of shadow, several ends of the rope were tied to carriages, and the horses were restlessly pawing their front hooves.Unknowingly, he waited for his upcoming ending calmly, as if he had put life and death aside.Only she knew the unwillingness in his heart.What he wanted to become was an overlord like Qin Shihuang, but he was defeated in a mere small country, so he probably wouldn't die in peace.

"Execution." The prison officer threw the token in his hand, and the drivers of the carriage drove away in all directions. The rope on Murong Yun's body was tightened quickly, and his white face like a ghost was full of rage. The ugly words cursed this new dynasty, cursed that the country will be overthrown by the new regime, the people will never be peaceful, and the traitor Li Haotian will live in fear and pain forever.

With a "poof", blood burst all over the ground, and the stump was dragged far away by the carriage.Concubine Yan opened her eyes wide, remembering the present moment.

Murong Yun treats people like pigs and dogs, and drives them with fame and fortune, but treats her very well.She didn't know how to repay his kindness, so she used tricks to stay by Xindi's side and wait for the right time.

But everything here has nothing to do with Yuan Jin and Wei Wan who are in Lizhou.

Wei Wan is the most gentle lady in a bookstore in ten miles and eight towns of Lizhou, and she has a husband that every young lady in ten miles and eight towns dreams of marrying.

Yuan Jin is the most handsome bookstore shopkeeper in ten miles and eight towns of Lizhou. He has a beautiful lady who young men and women in ten miles and eight towns would like to marry in their dreams.

"It's going to rain, I have to take the books back." Awan woke up from her afternoon nap by the gazebo in the courtyard, looked at the dark sky, and ran out immediately.Yuan Jin, who came here with iced tea to cool off the heat, didn't care about anything else, and hugged her into his arms, "Running so fast, what should I do if my fetus is gasping?"

"Books are all the books you love." A Wan tried her best to push him away, but she was hugged even tighter.

"Although I love books, I love Madam Awan even more." Yuan Jin hugged her horizontally and walked into the house. The rainwater fell straight down like beads behind the two of them, breaking the stems of the lotus leaves in the pond.

A Wan hugged her husband's neck tightly, sniffing the unique aroma of ice pomelo on his body, she suddenly felt that happiness was nothing more than that.

Fate has always been generous to her. At first, she only dared to dream of being by his side, but gradually she was no longer satisfied and only wanted him to have her only one. Now she finally became his final choice.

If the fate is really controlled by gods, she must offer incense and pray every day to thank for this gift.

As everyone knows, this gift in this life was indeed begged for her by others.

(End of this chapter)