"Um... let me go!"
"Young master, you have such a good temper! You're being stubborn now, but wait until your older brothers let you experience the ultimate pleasure, and you'll be begging us to pamper you."
"Brother Zhou, what if Madam Meng finds out we've defiled her husband..."
"So what if she, a spineless coward, knows? Stop talking nonsense!"
"..."
As soon as Meng Qingluan regained consciousness, she heard a man's angry shouts and lewd laughter.
With her head spinning, Meng Qingluan barely managed to open her eyes, trying to see what was in front of her.
The moment I opened my eyes, I was plunged into a pair of unfathomable pupils.
The man was dressed in a bright red wedding robe, his dark hair cascading down his chest. A downward glance was even more arousing; the robe was pulled up to the sides of his chest, revealing a large expanse of his chest that rose and fell with his breath.
His feet were bound, his face was flushed an unnatural color, and the coldness deep in his eyes was enough to freeze a person to the point of immobility.
Where did her dad put it?
Is this still in China?
Meng Qingluan hadn't reacted yet.
Several dark figures flashed past his eyes, and several men, like wolves and tigers, pounced on him and began to tear at his clothes.
She had just propped herself up when several men suddenly screamed in agony.
The stench of blood filled their nostrils, and the next moment they collapsed limply onto the bed, bright red blood seeping from their necks.
Meng Qingluan's face was pale.
The man, having broken free of his restraints, slit her throat with a sword, and darkness once again enveloped her.
Meng Qingluan: "..." Spare me.
…
"Lifting the veil, I see my beautiful bride, her features as exquisite as a painting, surpassing even the heavens! The scales of fortune shine upon her, and together we are blessed with a sweet and harmonious life!"
Auspicious words lingered in Meng Qingluan's ears, accompanied by the sound of red dates, peanuts, and other things being sprinkled on the quilt.
Meng Qingluan was somewhat bewildered.
"Groom, don't just stand there! Hurry up and lift the bride's veil!" the woman urged with a smile.
The next second, Meng Qingluan's vision brightened.
The red veil covering her head was lifted.
She subconsciously looked up at the man in front of her, and an extremely beautiful face appeared before her.
His dark hair was simply tied up, and his bright red wedding robes were draped over his body, which only made his skin appear even whiter than snow. He clearly had a pair of affectionate eyes, but they were covered with a layer of coldness by his drooping eyelashes, and he was still holding the veil that had been lifted off his head in one hand.
"Young Master Chen, the veil should be placed here," Granny Xi reminded her, bringing over a tray.
Meng Qingluan felt as if an electric current had struck her body. She hurriedly retreated, her waist bumping against the table behind her where the nuptial wine was placed.
"Oh dear, Miss Meng, be careful!" Granny Xi hurriedly stepped forward to help her up.
Meng Qingluan swallowed hard.
Isn't this the man who just killed me with a single sword strike?
How did you end up in front of me again?
I'll fuck your father.
Chase and kill?
At the same time, the tightly closed door was pushed open, and three or five men entered in a group, laughing and joking.
The leading man smiled and gave a perfunctory bow.
"Great news for Qingluan! I didn't bring any other gifts on Wednesday, but I brought this small cup of sake to present to you."
When Granny Xi saw that it was these hooligans, she didn't say a word.
He grabbed the thank-you gift he had prepared beforehand from the table and ran out of the room.
On Wednesday, seeing that there were no outsiders around, he put down his wine cup.
Without any regard for Meng Qingluan's presence, he brazenly sized up the man before turning to look at Meng Qingluan.
"Qingluan, you've got such a treasure, aren't you going to share it with us brothers?"
Meng Qingluan: "..."
Is it really that open?
The implication in Wednesday's words was quite clear, and Meng Qingluan frowned upon hearing it.
She's not that perverted; she doesn't enjoy group sex with others.
In addition, she hadn't forgotten the scene just ten minutes earlier when these people tried to force someone to be killed with a single sword.
Meng Qingluan stood in front of the man, blocking his malicious gaze.
"Share your dad."
Wednesday's sneering.
"What are you pretending for? Chen Yan is just a pretty boy from a brothel. Do you really think he's a gold nugget? We brothers want to try him out, it's for your own good, to give you a taste. Don't be ungrateful."
As he spoke, he glanced at the two men standing behind him.
Meng Qingluan stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.
I felt a wave of dizziness and felt like I was about to faint.
Shen Yan? Isn't that the tragic male protagonist from a BL novel she'd read?
The protagonist is a beautiful, strong, and tragic character who rises from a pitiful child to become the Grand Secretary, assisting the male protagonist, the Fifth Prince Li Zhanjue, in ascending the throne. The two are not only ruler and subject, but also lovers.
However, the man was short-lived. Shen Yan died on the night before the male protagonist ascended the throne, killed by arrows from the crown prince's henchmen.
After Shen Yan's death, Li Zhanjue turned completely evil, killing everyone from the previous dynasty, including the empress and concubines, leaving behind an imperial edict to accompany him in death.
If he were Shen Yan, and the two of them happened to get married...
So she transmigrated into the body of Meng Qingluan, a cannon fodder character with the same name as her in the original book.
As for how much cannon fodder...
The kind that only appears for ten words before disappearing from the screen.
The original owner was also an orphan, but she was weak-willed and spent her days wandering around with a few thugs.
Unfortunately, the toad preferred to eat swan meat and fell in love with the most beautiful courtesan at the South Wind Pavilion.
The courtesan naturally looked down on the original owner, and his servant mocked her. In a fit of pique, the original owner took out all her possessions to redeem the male lead from his servitude.
On their wedding night, the protagonist's cronies attempted to rape him, ultimately killing him and the original owner of the body together with him.
I never expected that she would end up in a romance novel.
Meng Qingluan smiled wryly and wiped her sweat. "It's getting a bit hot, kid."
Seeing Meng Qingluan's pale face on Wednesday, he laughed disdainfully, then picked up the wine and tried to force Chen Yan to drink it.
Chen Yan glanced at Meng Qingluan indifferently, his fingers, hidden beneath his wide sleeves, twitched slightly.
Meng Qingluan quickly regained her senses.
He shoved Zhou San aside, smashed the nuptial cup on the ground, and picked up a shard of porcelain, holding it to Zhou San's neck.
She gritted her teeth and warned, "Get out of here! He's my husband. If you want to get stabbed, go ahead and try."
On Wednesday, his face turned pale, his eyes widened as he looked down, and he stammered.
“Meng Qingluan… I advise you not to get into legal trouble for this scumbag! Let’s talk this out.”
Meng Qingluan dared not let him talk nonsense any longer. This stupid man really didn't know his own limitations.
If this ancestor hears this and holds a grudge, he'll surely slit her throat again once he becomes successful.
Meng Qingluan tightened her grip, "Get out or not?"
On Wednesday, I felt a sharp pain in my neck, and with a pale face, I screamed and ran away.
The others behind him didn't dare to linger and rushed out of the house with Zhou San.
The group ran while shouting:
"Ms. Meng has gone mad—"
Seeing that the group had run far away, Meng Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.
Shen Yan's eyes were deep and he was clearly puzzled. This woman's actions were too unexpected.
Before Meng Qingluan could even catch her breath, a pair of large hands landed on her shoulders.
I tensed up instantly, my whole body stiffened, and even a simple touch made me feel a cool chill seeping in through the gaps in my clothes.
The fear of death gripped her thoughts again, leaving her throat dry.
Seemingly sensing Meng Qingluan's fear, the man suddenly leaned closer and parted his thin lips slightly.
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