Sang Luan was caught firmly by someone, her hands hanging limply at her sides.
The man's eyes flashed, and he left in the blink of an eye.
After one stick of incense.
Feng Hengzhi opened the curtain of the sedan chair out of boredom, "No one has come out yet?"
The servant quickly replied respectfully, "Your Excellency, not yet."
Feng Hengzhi slightly turned his body and looked up at the Sang Mansion.
He paused for a moment, then said slowly, "Let's go back."
The servant looked hesitant, "But the young lady..."
Feng Hengzhi glanced at him nonchalantly, his eyes cold, "What are those two pairs of legs for?"
The servant was secretly shocked. It would take half an hour to get from the Prime Minister's residence to the Shangshu Mansion even by sedan chair.
If you hike, it will take at least an hour to get up there.
However, when he met Feng Hengzhi's slightly cold eyes, the servant decisively chose to swallow what he wanted to say.
At the same time, in a dilapidated temple in Wanwan Mountain.
“Crash…”
A basin of cold water poured over the young woman tied to the cylinder from head to toe.
The young woman suddenly woke up and subconsciously looked around.
The hand behind her moved, and a pain suddenly came from behind. In almost the blink of an eye, the pain spread throughout her body.
In front of her was a man who was so thin that he was almost unrecognizable, staring at her without blinking.
The man's eye sockets were deeply sunken, the dark circles under his eyes were very thick, and his cheekbones were high and protruding.
With just one glance, the woman screamed and her pupils widened.
She looked at the man in front of her in disbelief and quickly realized the current situation.
"Big brother, I have money. I can give you as much as you want." The woman said hurriedly.
The man was holding a dirty wooden basin in his hand. He chuckled and said, "I don't want money, I just want..."
"Your life!" The man pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and played with it in his hand.
He grasped one end of the dagger, his expression very creepy.
He waved the dagger in front of the woman, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose.
The next moment, he put the dagger to the woman's face again.
The woman's breathing hitched, and then her heart began to beat wildly. Her eyes followed the movement of the dagger closely.
Her facial features were all twisted together, "Brother...Brother, we have something to discuss..."
"I haven't lived enough yet, so I can't give you my life yet." The woman had a bitter face and didn't dare to move. "Besides, it's useless even if you want my life, right?"
"Look, it would be great if you could have some money. You can eat whatever you want and have whoever you want serve you..."
Before she could finish her words, the man looked at her angrily, with the dagger directly against her slender neck, "Shut up!"
The woman was frightened and had to shut her mouth, but her eyes were still silently accusing her.
The man stared at her coldly and said viciously, "Don't play dumb. I know who you are."
The woman pursed her lips silently and said nothing.
The man snorted coldly and said word by word, "Madam of the Prime Minister, daughter of the Minister of Revenue, Sang Luan, it's you, right?"
Sang Luan glanced at the man who was immersed in his own world.
Is this specifically aimed at her?
She subconsciously denied it, "You're mistaken, I'm not."
Suddenly, the man took out a scroll from somewhere and threw it away with a wave of his hand. "What a cunning woman, but I have already collected your portrait a long time ago, you can't deny it."
Sang Luan looked over and saw that there were indeed a few scribbled strokes on the stretched painting.
A big head, two big eyes, a pointed nose, a small cherry mouth, and a few random hairs on the head.
Sang Luan fell silent.
You call this big-headed doll a portrait?
Seeing her silence, the man thought she was intimidated by his aura.
He slowly put the scroll away. "Now you have nothing to say, right? This is exactly like you."
Sang Luan rolled her eyes inwardly and was too lazy to say anything.
Immediately, the man's expression changed instantly and he threw the painting aside.
He leaned closer to Sang Luan, his eyes cold and grim, "Tell me! Where are my brother and the others?"
"Your elder brother..." Sang Luan answered subconsciously, "No, elder brother, I don't even know your elder brother."
The man's eyes exuded a coldness as he held the dagger tightly against Sang Luan's neck.
In an instant, the sharp dagger cut a shallow cut on Sang Luan's delicate skin.
Drops of blood oozed out of the wound, and the man spoke again, "Don't try to fool me. You are Feng Hengzhi's wife. Why would he not mention anything in front of you?"
Sang Luan couldn't help but hiss, and she moved to the side silently.
Unexpectedly, whenever she moved, the man followed her.
The dagger was always against Sang Luan's neck.
She had no way of avoiding it.
The man seemed to have lost his patience and shouted at Sang Luan, "I'll give you one last chance. Where is my brother? Otherwise, I can't guarantee that you will still be intact later."
Want to cut her into pieces?
Sang Luan took a deep breath and said quickly, "Brother, please tell me first, who is your brother?"
The man was stunned for a moment, then said proudly, "My elder brother is a rare talent, the leader of the Black Tiger Village."
Black Tiger Village...
Bandits?
Sang Luan was confused. Why did the bandits come after her?
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