"Yes." Hongying trembled and immediately went to pass on the message.
Don't mess with a man who quarrels with his wife. Just run away.
Yu Zhiheng vented his anger, but he still felt depressed. Finally, he put on a mask and wandered in front of Sang Yu's tent.
They parted on bad terms yesterday, and he had been wanting to go find her to explain, but he really didn't know how to start.
Should I tell her that I pushed her into the water to save her?
Or did he deliberately tell such a huge lie for his own selfish reasons?
He was afraid that she would be angry if she knew the truth, and would... ignore him, so he became more and more afraid to come to her.
But now, after a night, she should be feeling better!
Yu Zhiheng prepared himself mentally for a long time before entering the tent, but he didn't expect to see it was empty!
"Where are the people in here?"
Because the military camp had strict discipline, Yu Zhiheng placed Sang Yu in a secluded place. Few people came here normally. Even when Yu Zhiheng came, he wore a mask. Therefore, the soldiers here did not recognize him. When they saw Yu Zhiheng grabbing his collar, they immediately pushed him away and shouted, "Where did you come from, little thief? How dare you..."
"Open your dog eyes and see clearly who I am!" Yu Zhiheng suddenly took off his mask, scaring several soldiers to kneel down.
"Where are the people inside?" Yu Zhiheng asked again, looking like he was going crazy.
"Gone...left yesterday." Yu Zhiheng looked so scary that the soldier's voice trembled.
"Why didn't anyone come to report me?"
"I...I don't know..."
Yu Zhiheng flew over and found Zhu Ying, "Where is she? Where did she go?"
"I...I don't know..."
"Go check it for me, find it for me!"
Yu Zhiheng roared, as if he was going crazy.
Zhuying had followed Yu Zhiheng for many years, but this was the first time she saw him like this. She was completely stunned. It was Hongying who arrived in time and said, "Your Highness, the secret guards just sent word that your wife is on her way back."
Yu Zhiheng's expression paused, then he calmed down.
Zhu Ying continued, "We just received news that the group of assassins Your Highness encountered in Ruwangfu Village have reappeared."
Yu Zhiheng's expression turned cold. "Make arrangements. I need to go back immediately."
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Wangfu Village.
Sang Yu returned to the village with a group of 169 people.
But because there were too many of them and their identities were not so glorious, Sang Yu asked them to split into groups of three or five and walk from the outskirts of the village to the county. The third and fourth brothers and others led the way to find Li Sangui. Sang Yu also wrote letters to them.
As for the eldest and the second oldest, they followed Sang Yu back home.
As soon as they entered, Lin Xiaoxiao and Lin Hai rushed over happily, hugged Sang Yu, touched and looked at her, and finally made sure that nothing was wrong, and then they felt relieved.
Only then did I see the two bearded men following him and the little girl in their arms.
"This is……"
"This is the little girl I picked up on the road. Her name is Xiaoli. She will stay with us from now on!"
This was the name Sang Yu asked along the way. Perhaps because he saw that Sang Yu was not a bad person, the little guy became more and more dependent on Sang Yu. Lin Xiaoxiao wanted to take him and hug him, but Xiao Li was so scared that he shrank into Sang Yu's arms in fear.
Sang Yu patted her head and said, "Be good, sister will hold you." At this point, she thought of the eldest brother and the old man behind her, and said, "This is my newly hired escort. Go find all the commonly used herbs for stopping bleeding, healing wounds, and treating colds. I will need them later and you can ask them for help."
Sang Yu pointed at the eldest and second oldest brother behind him.
"Okay," Lin Xiaoxiao agreed, "Come with me."
After everyone left, Sang Yu was coaxing the little one in her arms when she heard a soft sound. Yang Mian appeared on the wall again, "Hey, is your short-lived husband dead?"
Sang Yu glared at him and asked, "Why are you here again?"
"I heard your husband died, so I built a house next to yours, hoping to get the best view from your side. I didn't expect you wouldn't welcome me."
"Then you'll never have a chance in this life." Sang Yu rolled her eyes. "Even if my husband dies, I won't marry you again."
"That's not necessarily true!" Yang Mian smiled, waving the fan in his hand back and forth, and his delicate face swayed back and forth in Sang Yu's eyes. His romantic and dashing appearance was particularly pleasing to the eyes, and Sang Yu couldn't help but look at him twice more.
"With my looks, women who want to marry me can line up from here to Tiandu. I don't believe you won't be tempted by looking at me all day long."
Sang Yu sneered and was about to retort when she heard an "Ah--" sound. Yang Mian, who was posing on the wall, fell to the ground.
Yang Mian climbed up and yelled angrily, "Do you know who dared to hit me..."
"It's me!" Yu Zhiheng, wearing a brass mask, stared at Yang Mian with eyes like two knives as he walked into the house.
When Sang Yu saw Yu Zhiheng coming back, she was happy and was about to turn around but then she thought of what happened yesterday. She held back her joy and pretended that she didn't see Yu Zhiheng.
But Yang Mian was stunned looking at the person in front of him.
"You..." He pointed at Yu Zhiheng, then looked at Sang Yu, and finally asked uncertainly, "Is he your deceased husband?"
Sang Yu resisted the urge to beat him up, "Your husband is the one who died."
Yu Zhiheng stepped forward, stared at Yang Mian, and said, "It's you..." Yang Mian's scalp tingled when he heard this. These two words actually carried some internal force and attacked him directly in the face. He quickly took a deep breath and dodged.
Then he continued, "Are you here to teach my wife the technique of luck?"
Yu Zhiheng's words were calm, but his eyes showed that he wanted to kill Yang Mian.
Yang Mian swallowed reflexively. When Yu Zhiheng came in just now, he felt that the figure was familiar. Now looking at the gloomy and cold eyes, he was even more shocked. He looked too much like that person!
He was a bohemian by nature and loved freedom. Although he was locked up, he was able to find joy in suffering and lived a relatively leisurely and comfortable life.
However, that man had caused him so much trouble that he had sworn to be his mortal enemy a long time ago.
Originally he went to the border and was free, but he didn't expect to meet him again in this small village.
The terrifying regent—Yu Zhiheng.
Yang Mian was still in shock and was caught off guard by Yu Zhiheng and thrown out of the yard like the wind.
The towers are tall and the railings are carved with jade.
Lin Yueyue carefully drew her eyebrows in front of the mirror. The maid inserted a gilded jade hairpin into her hair and flattered her, "Auntie, you are becoming more and more beautiful. No wonder the young master gave you this most beautiful hairpin. I heard that this hairpin was made at great expense by craftsmen in Tiandu, and it was specially made for the concubines in the palace. It is really hard to come by. It seems that the young master really likes you!"
Lin Yueyue smiled after hearing this and said, "You are just teasing me. I am just a concubine. It is good enough to be favored by the young master..."
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