Chapter 493 Rouge Fragrance
Xiong Feng brought people to Zhao's house and met Miss Zhao as he wished.
Miss Zhao was sixteen years old, with a beautiful face. The moment she saw Xiong Feng, she subconsciously took a step back, with deep fear and disgust in her eyes.
Mr. Zhao winked at her and then invited Xiong Feng to take a seat.
Miss Zhao bit her lip, her hands trembling slightly, and personally stepped forward to serve tea to Xiong Feng.
Xiong Feng sat down without a word, but he didn't drink the tea. He stared at Miss Zhao's face and said with a smile:
"Look at this little face, tsk tsk...
Tell me, what else do you want in terms of betrothal gifts? I will have someone carry you home tomorrow!"
Mr. Zhao glanced at the untouched tea, a trace of worry flashed across his eyes, and then he smiled and said carefully:
"General, I was ignorant before, but now I am enlightened.
But my daughter married into the Xiong family and ended up being a concubine, so it was inevitable that she would feel some grievances.
There are some things that I would like to ask you in private, so I took the liberty to invite you, the general, to come to my house..."
When Xiong Feng heard this, he was immediately happy and asked Miss Zhao if she had anything to say to him.
Miss Zhao bit her lip, shook her head with a flushed face, and looked at her father shyly.
Mr. Zhao smiled and whispered something into Xiong Feng's ear, and Xiong Feng laughed so hard that he couldn't stop smiling.
"Let's talk about it in the boudoir? Oh, this is good, this is good!"
Miss Zhao walked towards the inner courtyard with her head down. Xiong Feng hurriedly followed her and asked his men to wait outside.
Entering Miss Zhao's boudoir, the room was clean and tidy, and the scent of a girl's makeup filled the air.
After Xiong Feng came in, he closed the door and walked towards the pretty face he had been thinking about day and night with a smile on his face. Scenes of erotic scenes had already begun to play out in his mind.
Miss Zhao's face turned pale and her voice was as soft as a mosquito.
"General Xiong, you... please sit down first..."
She picked up the teacup in a panic and poured a cup of tea for Xiong Feng, but her hands were shaking so badly that a lot of tea spilled.
"I used to think Miss Zhao was a pure and innocent person. She hasn't even gotten married yet, but she's already brought a man to her boudoir. Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."
Xiong Feng looked at her leisurely, took the tea, and again just smelled it, but did not drink it. Instead, he handed it to Miss Zhao.
"You drink."
Miss Zhao raised her head suddenly and stepped back at a loss, "I, I... don't..."
The smile on Xiong Feng's face was gradually replaced by viciousness.
"When that old man asked you to serve tea just now, I felt something was wrong.
You don't even have this little bit of defense. Do you think I got this position as a general for nothing?"
Xiong Feng stood up and approached Miss Zhao step by step.
Miss Zhao was so frightened that her legs went limp and she fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face and her whole body shaking violently. The contrast between the two figures was like a giant beast and a white rabbit.
Xiong Feng smiled grimly, lifted her up roughly from the ground, and put the teapot directly to her mouth.
"drink!"
As he said this, he was about to use the spout of the kettle to pry open her teeth and force the liquid down her throat.
Miss Zhao sobbed in despair and almost fainted.
At this moment, the huge force that was holding her suddenly loosened.
Miss Zhao opened her eyes slightly and saw Xiong Feng's tall body stagger two steps.
She didn't know where she got the strength from, but she pushed Xiong Feng away and ran out of the room for her life.
Xiong Feng had no time to chase after him. He only felt the world spinning in front of his eyes and a tingling sensation in his limbs.
No... He obviously didn't drink the Zhao family's tea...
Could it be...
Xiong Feng’s eyes went dark and he fell to the ground with a thud.
backyard.
All the men brought by Xiong Feng had their hands and feet tied behind their backs, and something was stuffed in their mouths, so no one could speak.
Petals were falling all over the courtyard, and under a pear tree, a man in a moon-white robe was standing with his hands behind his back.
Miss Zhao ran over with disheveled hair, threw herself into Mr. Zhao's arms, and finally burst into tears.
"It's okay, girl, don't be afraid..." Mr. Zhao also felt like he had survived a disaster, and patted his daughter's back to comfort her softly.
The man in white turned around.
He was about forty years old, with a thin face, a high nose bridge and thick eyebrows. His slightly narrow and long eyes were bright and the faint lines at the corners of his eyes could not hide his deep eyes.
His appearance is clearly not handsome, but he gives people an inexplicable sense of calmness and security.
The man in white bowed to the Zhao father and daughter.
"Today we captured Xiong Feng and saved Danzhou City from disaster, all thanks to Miss Zhao's heroic spirit, who used herself as bait to lure Xiong Feng into the trap.
I, Wen, would like to express my gratitude on behalf of the imperial court and the people of Danzhou."
Miss Zhao wiped away her tears and stood behind her father and bowed back.
Xiong Feng was a skilled martial artist with a group of followers, so he was difficult to capture. And because Xiong Feng was treacherous, there was no drug in the tea.
The real drug was the incense burning in the boudoir. It was covered up by the scent of the girl's cosmetics, so Xiong Feng didn't notice anything unusual.
Seeing the man in white preparing to leave, Miss Zhao stepped forward and asked fearfully:
"Sir, Danzhou City...will be fine, right?"
The man in white looked at her seriously and said in a firm and powerful voice:
"With people like you in Danzhou City, everything will be safe and sound."
His voice carried an inexplicable comforting power, and the snow-white pear blossoms made his eyes look like thick ink, revealing a hidden wit but not hurtful.
Miss Zhao's heart moved, and she couldn't help but lower her eyes in panic, and a faint heat came over her cheeks.
Many years later, she can still remember that moment of gaze.
Later, whenever the pear blossoms in Danzhou bloomed, she couldn't help but think, if she had known that would be the last and only time she would speak to him.
Just talk to him a few more words and everything will be fine.
…
When Xiong Feng woke up, he felt a splitting headache, as if he had just woken up from a hangover.
He opened his eyes a little and finally adjusted to the glaring sunlight.
It was not until the familiar beams, tables and chairs, screens, and the gold-plated plaque with a black background came into view that Xiong Feng realized he had returned to the general's office.
However, this time, he did not sit on the high general's chair as usual, but was kneeling in the hall with his hands tied behind his back like a prisoner.
Sitting in his seat was a man in white whom he had never seen before, looking down at him with a solemn expression.
Xiong Feng regained some of his consciousness and became furious. He tried to break free from the ropes, but found that he could not move at all.
He was so angry that he started to curse:
"Who are you to dare sit in my seat?
I am the general of Danzhou, a fifth-rank official of the imperial court. If you let me go quickly, I can leave your body intact!"
The man in white was neither anxious nor annoyed. He picked up a document in front of him and read:
"Xiong Feng, 36 years old, from Qingzhou. He joined the army in the fourth year of Jingchu..."
After hearing these two sentences, Xiong Feng's expression changed slightly.
What the man read was his life experience, including when he joined the army, when he was promoted, and when he came to Danzhou to serve as the general, detailing every detail.
"Since you know that I am the general of Danzhou, why don't you untie me quickly? Otherwise, when my people arrive, they will skin you alive!"
"General? Haha...you are no longer one."
The man in white stood up with a smile, walked to Xiong Feng, took out a letter of appointment and spread it out in front of him.
"I am Wen Quan, the newly appointed General of Danzhou, and I am delivering the Emperor's oral order:
Xiong Feng, the former general of Danzhou, bullied the common people, colluded with rebels, and attempted to rebel.
All official positions will be removed and he will be handed over to Wenquan for disposal!"
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