Marry the right man on the wrong sedan chair

In fact, Zhuang Han didn't want to die. He was forced to be a woman for 18 years. He wanted to change into men's clothing and fulfill his ambition of being a man, but now he ended up like this.

Marry as a wife?

Ah!

It's ridiculous and sad.

Dead aunt, bad aunt, cheap aunt, you are happy this time.Zhuang Han couldn't help feeling resentful.

Just as he was swearing, he heard footsteps, and hurriedly sat on the bed and covered his red hijab.

The door was pushed open and closed again, the sound of footsteps gradually became clearer, and the bridegroom officer walked towards him.

Zhuang Han clenched the dagger in his cuff, thinking, what should I do now that he has walked over?

If he really wants to be tough, don't blame me for being ruthless, I will be eunuch...

Just as he was thinking, the hijab was lifted abruptly, and a handsome and extraordinary man appeared in front of him, wearing the groom's official clothes.

This……

Zhuang Han frowned. Could it be that General Chu's son is so sick that he can't even marry him?Is this person in front of you a stand-in?

The man walked up to him and said with a smile, "She really is a beauty." He touched his face as he spoke.

Zhuang Han was shocked, then nervously took out the dagger, and said angrily, "Don't move, this knife doesn't have eyes..."

The man looked at the dagger, scratched the blade with his hand, and said with a smile, "It's quite sharp, if you cut it down, you will be half-crippled if you don't die."

"So, stay away from me, otherwise..." Zhuang Han waved the knife in his hand.

"Otherwise what?" The man raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his smile looked gentle and gentle, but it always made people feel bad.

"Don't come here!" Zhuang Han roared, "Don't blame me for hurting you..." But before he finished speaking, the man in front of him quickly grabbed his arm, and with a backhand, he put Zhuang Han's arm behind his back, tightly Then the knife in his hand fell into the hands of the man, and it hit Zhuang Han's neck.

"Blood splattered on the face will be very dirty." The man said as the knife dangled in front of Zhuang Han's eyes, "It looks so beautiful, I really don't want to cut it."

"Hmph, kill or cut whatever you want." Zhuang Han closed his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the man let go of him, Zhuang Han was slightly stunned, and then his hand was like flying lightning, like stars, sealing the man's big acupoints all over his body, and then threw him to the ground with a sweeping leg.

Wu Wenxuan froze for a moment, wanted to open his mouth but couldn't say a word, thought to himself, "I didn't expect this dignified lady to know martial arts, it's interesting."

He blinked, saw the beautiful woman sitting on the bed in a stately manner, and asked himself coldly, "Who are you?"

He blinked again, meaning to untie his dumb hole so that he could speak.

Zhuang Han opened his Ya acupuncture point with a cold face, and threatened, "If you dare to yell, I will kill you immediately."

The man smiled, "Follow my lady."

"I'm not a lady." Zhuang Han said viciously, "Say, who are you?"

"I am your husband."

"I don't see it, right?" Zhuang Han stood up and stepped on him, "How do you look like a sick child? Besides, your tricks just now are not something a dying person can use at all. ,Who are you?"

King Wu was lying on the ground, being trampled on his body by someone's feet. This is the first time he has been abused like this when he grows up to be so arrogant.

If he guessed correctly, this young lady is probably a counterfeit, and the sick person he was talking about just now was obviously not about himself.

But how could this person run into my Prince Wu's mansion?

Zhuang Han didn't allow more time for him to think. With a wave of his hand, the candle not far away instantly went out.