Rebirth: I brought all the beasts to kill my husband from my previous life

A day ago, in a farm not far from the imperial city.

"How's the matter going?" This sentence came from the mouth of a man dressed in gorgeous navy blue brocade clothes.

His long black hair fell on his shoulders like a waterfall, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, his lips were red and his teeth were white. He looked like a spirit that had descended to the earth. His every move was breathtakingly beautiful.

At this moment, he was half-lying lazily on the couch, playing with a green ring in his hand, without even glancing at the person standing in front of him.

He looked casual and lazy.

However, the extraordinary aura emanating from his body was like a sharp sword, piercing through his appearance and making him look extremely intimidating.

At this time, a man in black was standing on his side and in front of him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black standing in front of him immediately bowed his head and said respectfully: "Your Excellency, it has been done."

"In that case, you two should leave for now. I am tired."

As he spoke, he sat up from the couch, yawned, and prepared to turn over and lie down again.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The man in black beside him responded immediately, turned around and left.

The man in brocade clothes, who was called "Your Excellency", turned over and suddenly caught a glimpse of the subordinate in front of him, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated, and had no intention of leaving at all.

So he asked, "What's the matter?"

Hearing this, the subordinate who was about to step out of the door also stopped and turned back to look at his companion curiously.

Seeing his companion mustering up the courage, he stammered to His Majesty, "Your Majesty, I just don't understand why you, Wang Chenfeng, didn't kill him with one sword two years ago to avenge Miss Yao'er, but instead had to wait until today, two years later?

“Also, since you have decided to avenge Miss Yao’er, why did you only destroy his cultivation instead of killing him with a single sword to prevent future troubles?

"I still can't figure it out, I hope you can help me solve it."

His words made the man who was his accomplice feel ashamed.

Why does this stupid IQ always surprise people?

He looked up at the sky, no, to be exact, at the roof.

How could such a smart man work with such an idiot?

In the future, his IQ will not be affected by this idiot, and he will also ask such technically useless questions.

However, although it was a bit embarrassing, it did not stop him from watching the show.

The next second, someone began to gloat over the misfortune.

Youming set his gaze on his master, only to see his master turn around and give the idiot a cold glance.

"You Cong, I think your brain needs to be rebuilt."

"Ah...?" You Cong looked confused. Why did His Majesty always say things that he couldn't understand?

It's irrelevant. What does his problem have to do with retraining?

Seeing that this idiot still looked confused, Youming couldn't help but chuckle.

This smile of his undoubtedly attracted all the attention of his master to him.

Seeing that he was about to be implicated by this idiot, Youming hurriedly stepped forward and said awkwardly, "Your Excellency, please calm down. I will take Youcong out right away. You can have a good rest."

After saying that, he didn't wait for His Majesty's response, and hurriedly dragged You Cong out, "Fool, go, go quickly."

"Hey, why are you pulling me? Your Majesty hasn't solved my doubts yet." Youcong struggled hard, and Youming was almost unable to hold him.

Youming was so angry. What was this idiot trying to do? Didn’t he see that the Lord was already angry?

He didn't want to be implicated by this idiot.

So, he leaned close to You Cong's ear and said in a low voice: "Don't ask, come out with me quickly, I will tell you why His Majesty did this."

"Oh." You Cong said foolishly.

He seemed a little puzzled as to why the questions he asked His Majesty were answered by Netherworld.

But he is not picky, as long as someone can solve the doubts he has kept in his heart for the past two years.

So, the two of them were arm in arm and were about to run away together.

Suddenly, a voice that chilled him to the bone came from behind: "Everyone, go to the Nine-Layered Pagoda to train again. You are not allowed to come out for less than three months."

It’s over, completely over. Not only is Youming about to cry, but even Youcong is about to cry.

No, You Cong was already crying, "Wuwuwu, Your Majesty, what mistake did I make that you want to punish me again?

"This time, I deposed the king according to your request... Hmm..."

Before he could finish his words, Youming covered his mouth tightly.

The next moment, Youming quickly responded with a sad face, "Yes, Your Majesty, the two of us will go right away."

Then, he forcibly pulled Youcong and strode out of the door.

After going out, he quickly closed the door for his master.

If they were a second slower, His Majesty would have punished them in a different way.

His Majesty is too terrifying, he doesn't want to be treated as a boss again.

After the two men left, the man who was called "Your Excellency" by the two Netherworld men rubbed his aching temples, then lay down and closed his eyes.

In the courtyard, Youming finally let go of Youcong and his mouth.

"What are you doing? Do you want to suffocate me to death?" You Cong looked accusing.

Youming rolled his eyes at him and said, "Hey, idiot, you're going to kill me this time.

“Do you know that I just got out of the Nine-story Pagoda less than a month ago? I survived many dangers and almost died in there.

"Now, thanks to you, I have to go in and be tortured for another three months. You are really my good brother."

"Idiot? Who do you say is an idiot? You are an idiot, and your whole family is an idiot." You Cong's face turned red with anger.

"You being punished by His Majesty has nothing to do with me. It must be you who made His Majesty unhappy.

"Besides, you've got me involved, too. The Nine-story Pagoda. I've just been out of it for less than three days, and now I have to go back in again. Woo woo woo..."

Youming was so angry that he had a heart attack. What did he mean by that he was also implicated?

Really...

But what Youming hates most is Youcong crying.

Every time he starts crying, he can't stop for more than three hours. His life is already so miserable, and he doesn't want to waste any more time being annoyed by him.

He just couldn't understand why a grown man would always cry like a woman.

Although he wanted to cry this time, he was a man.

As a man, he can shed blood and sweat, but he cannot shed tears.

He endures.

"Okay, stop crying, I'll help you solve your problem."

As soon as Youming finished speaking, Youcong's eyes lit up and his crying stopped abruptly.

His rapid transformation startled Youming for a few seconds.

Uh..., the speed of changing one's expression doesn't need to be such a big change.

Under Youcong's expectation, Youming began to analyze it for him.

It's unusually harmonious here.

……

Back outside the inn a day later.

Like everyone else who came to seek medical treatment, Wang Chenfeng was eagerly waiting to be summoned by the Master of the Holy Hand.

But he was sitting on the chaise longue.

He was holding a teacup in his hand, and two young and beautiful women were squatting at his feet, massaging his legs.

Wang Chenfeng looked so comfortable that the others who were standing and waiting on the side were envious.

Many people looked towards him from time to time with a longing look on their faces.

Of course, there were also some people who sneered at his appearance and regarded him as a clown.

"Tsk, what a joke. He just relied on the fact that his grandfather had done a favor to the late emperor. The emperor, considering the Wang family's single-line inheritance, did not kill him but only demoted him from his position as the imperial teacher. What's so arrogant about that?"

"That's right. It's not a pity for such a person to die. It's just a pity for Shui Yaoer, the daughter of the Shui family, to have such a tragic death. Her enemies are still at large. Heaven is so unfair."

……

Everyone was talking about it, but Wang Chenfeng himself didn't care at all and continued to sip the tea in his hand.