A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

The man's hand grabbed her ankle like a pair of iron pliers, and no matter how Wen Meijiu struggled, she was standing on one leg, but she couldn't break free.

The strength between us and the enemy is too great. We cannot attack by force, but can only defeat them with wits.

Wen Meijiu instantly hugged the man's waist with both arms, hung upside down on him, and kicked the man's chin with his other foot.

The man was startled at first, then he flew back at lightning speed and stood not far away unscathed, with one hand behind his back. The wide hood of his cloak covered half of his face, and the only thing visible at the corner of his mouth was a hint of a sneer.

With such force, if the man was a step slower, he would be kicked in the face. Wen Meijiu snorted coldly in his heart, and the moment his hand landed on the ground, he did not forget to take out the dagger hidden on his body.

"Stop fighting. Everyone who comes is a guest. Why bother?"

The old carpenter held the blueprint and hurriedly tried to stop the fight, but he didn't dare to go forward for fear of getting hurt.

Wen Meijiu didn't want to fight, but the man didn't seem to intend to give up.

Just as she stood firm, he tapped his feet lightly and flew towards her.

Wen Meijiu stared at the flying black shadow while thinking quickly about how to poke a big hole in the man's body, but suddenly he heard a familiar cry:

"Be careful, son!"

In an instant, Wen Meijiu relaxed her body and mind, and even thought of sheathing the knife. However, in order to remind her people, Wen Meijiu pretended not to hear it.

When the man's palm was about to hit her, she was hit by just two points of force, and her body fell backwards uncontrollably.

The man's heart tightened, and he turned his hand to rescue the person, and held the warm wine that was about to fall to the ground in front of him.

"Hiss--it hurts!"

Wen Meijiu covered his chest with his hands, and fell into the man's arms, looking weak and frail, with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed.

With his hand in the dark, he quietly put the dagger back into his waist.

The man gently pushed the person out so that he could stand naturally.

"Our own people, our own people, it's all misunderstanding."

Fuji was the first to take off the wide hat on his head and ran towards Wen Meijiu.

After being side-glanced by the man, he quickly stopped his movements and stammered:

"Sir, are you okay?"

Prince Wang reached out and took off his hat, revealing a resolute and handsome face, and replied coldly:

"You should ask her."

At a loss, he turned around and asked Wen Meijiu if there was anything wrong.

Wen Meijiu keenly noticed that Master Wang was angry because of what Bu Er had just shouted.

That sentence was openly a reminder to Prince Wang, but secretly it was tipping off Wen Meijiu.

"Brother Bu Er, I'm fine. The young master might have been hurt by me just now. Go check on him."

Wen Meijiu immediately gave Bu Er a hint that the master was difficult to serve and asked Bu Er to be smarter.

Bu Er seemed to understand immediately, and immediately said "Oh", turned around and chased after Prince Wang who was walking to the side.

Prince Wang stopped immediately, and stood still, slightly turning his body to look at her.

Wen Meijiu understood that her words were exaggerated. It was impossible for her to hurt Prince Wang with her ability. But wasn't she saying this in order to make Bu Er show his loyalty?

"Sir, where are you hurt? Let me take a look."

Bu Er immediately looked at Master Wang's hands and cheeks. He was so nervous that he kept looking at his body, but was stopped by Master Wang.

Wen Meijiu, who witnessed the whole process, turned slightly sideways and quietly held his forehead. This brother Bu Er was too real. The care between men should be appropriate, but this was too much.

"If you want to laugh, just laugh. Why force yourself to hold it back?"

Prince Wang saw that she did it on purpose, so he had no choice but to be honest and believe her words.

Wen Meijiu was also feeling uncomfortable, but after hearing his slightly cold words, she felt better instantly. When she raised her eyes again, she had become much calmer.

"You worry too much, sir.

I came out to order a car, and I ran around until I found a suitable one. I just wanted to talk to the master and leave, and I didn't want to steal your limelight. "

Prince Wang snorted coldly, stood tall and walked slowly towards her, and said:

"You started even though you didn't intend to rob me. If you really wanted to rob me, what would happen?"

A strong chill came over her. The voice was not loud but quite oppressive, with a clear questioning tone.

After all, she had worked as a maid under someone else's command. Even if she had escaped from slavery with her own ability, she could not turn her back on them. Moreover, Prince Wang had two people with him and she could not afford to offend them.

If you can't win, show weakness first. Never use warm wine as an egg to hit a stone.

Gently leaning towards Prince Wang, Wen Meijiu lowered her eyelashes, hiding the emotions in her eyes, and said:

"I accidentally offended you, sir. Please forgive me this time for our past friendship. I will never do it again next time."

“Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided.

Stop the dispute. According to the rules, how should this be handled?"

Prince Wang looked past Bu Er and turned to ask Zhi Zheng who was standing further away.

Bu Er was a little panicked. Young Master Wang was trying to stay away from him instead of being close to him. It was obvious that he was deliberately distancing himself from him because of what happened just now.

Even if he wanted to say a few words for Wen Meijiu at this moment, he had no chance.

Bu Er turned around anxiously to look at Zhi Zheng. Zhi Zheng had been following Prince Wang longer than Bu Er and was a close confidant of Prince Wang. He would definitely not hold back.

Zhizheng lifted his hat, looked straight ahead, and said with a folded hand:

"My Lord, according to the rules of the mansion, if you intentionally offend the master, you will be slapped in the face at the very least, and punished with a cane at the worst. The worst offenders will be executed on the spot."

After hearing this, Wen Meijiu was not frightened, but the old carpenter and the proprietress who had been feeling uneasy nearby were frightened.

Especially the old carpenter, his face turned pale instantly.

Execution, isn't this too severe?

Although his shop dealt in the death trade, he still couldn't bear to hear such bloody words, especially since he knew the man in front of him was a man of his word.

"No, no, no, please calm down, my lord, please calm down.

I am a small business here. If I really get hurt, who will come to my shop in the future?"

Prince Wang remained unmoved. He turned his eyes slightly and glanced in the direction of Wen Meijiu, quietly waiting for her reaction.

Wen Meijiu's face was calm, his chin slightly raised, his white neck and pretty face were not dimmed at all under his tattered coat, and even the light in his eyes was much more resolute than before.

She was not afraid of him at all.

"My lord, you seem to have forgotten that I have long been free from slavery and am now a free person.

Brother Zhizheng has an excellent memory, and the rules of your mansion are indeed very strict. I really admire your ability to run the mansion."

Wen Meijiu smiled slightly, but sneered in her heart. He was really rude. Like a gibbon, he stretched his arm to her head.

Unfortunately, she didn't want to be a monk in his temple for a day, and even if she had been one, she didn't want to admit it.