On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 199 The Story of the Chaste and Fierce Lady

This boat is about seven or eight feet high, and there is no fulcrum to climb on. How can a young lady raised in a boudoir climb up?I'm afraid it will fall into the water, and it will be difficult to explain it then.

After all, it was Mr. Wen who doted on his legitimate daughter too much that made her have such an arrogant temper.He also had a determined attitude towards the regent, without any shyness of his daughter's family.

but. . . . . .The guard quietly looked at the regent in front of him, who was rumored to have thunderous tactics.

Perhaps the regent is not as ruthless to Princess Qingxiang as he appears?
While the guards were still speculating, Feng Wuming said: "Then let me go."

The guards took the order and went down to deliver the order, but they were thinking that the regent was really not as ruthless to Princess Qingxiang as he appeared.

If someone else spoke in such an almost threatening tone, the regent would be good regardless of whether the person was alive or dead, and might even add fuel to the flames and hasten that person to see the King of Hell.

But Princess Qingxiang was different. She got permission to board the ship.

Beside the boat, looking at the door slowly opening, Wen Baoshu's eyes were full of surprise and pride.

Just say it!As long as you put your mind to it, even a block of ice can melt.

"Princess Qingxiang, the regent has been waiting for you for a long time. Please." At the gate, the guard who had previously sent the message led Wen Baoshu the way, with a flattering tone.

Wen Baoshu raised her head slightly, her eyes filled with arrogance. She took steps and stepped onto Feng Wuming's boat.

On the other side, the two little ones were tired from playing and found Ye Zhiyu to rest.

A group of five people found a place to listen to books. After paying for tea, they chose a place outside to sit and listen to books.

This listening place is in the open air. The storyteller sits on the ground, and the listeners also sit around the storyteller. However, those who sit far away and those who sit close to each other are all priced at one ingot of silver.

The most popular storyteller in the capital is invited, and the story is about fashionable books. When the time comes, it will be casual and free, and the experience will be novel.

Therefore, there were quite a few people experiencing it. There were three floors inside and three floors outside. They were so crowded that they couldn’t even see what the storyteller looked like.

Fu Jingtong looked around and asked, "The others are trying their best to get in, so why did the miracle doctor choose such a position?"

When Ye Zhiyu heard this, he smiled with an unfathomable expression.

"Let me ask you, why do they have to go to the front row even though they have to squeeze through their heads?"
"Of course it's to listen to the book more clearly." Fu Jingtong answered the question without thinking.

The answer to the question was exactly what Ye Zhiyu wanted. She nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's just for listening to books and not for reading, so why bother to fight? You don't have to be the best to be good. The best is the one that suits you. .”

After Ye Zhiyu said this, he kept silent and concentrated on listening to the book.Little did he know what kind of storm his words would stir up in Fu Jingtong's heart.

This book tells the story of a chaste and fierce woman.

He was originally an orphan who didn't know his last name, but he had a considerate mother-in-law, a considerate husband, and a pair of children.

The family background is not bad, and the most important thing is that the family is happy together.

It seems that God does not want to see lovers get married, so they are separated from each other. Her husband passed away unexpectedly, and her father-in-law also left.

My mother-in-law couldn't bear this blow and sometimes went crazy and sometimes became normal.So the heroine has to take care of her crazy mother-in-law and raise two children alone.Another bully fell in love with this woman, but the woman refused to obey. In the end, she and the bully died together, and got a memorial arch of a chaste and fierce woman.

The plot is still novel now, but the key is that the storyteller is very good.

The ups and downs, the pauses in progress, whet one's appetite.

Even though Ye Zhiyu had roughly guessed the direction of the plot, he still couldn't help but listen to it, but he couldn't help but grumble in his heart.

"If she is alive, there are infinite possibilities, but she has to design it like this to let the woman die like this. What about the half-grown child? What about the crazy mother-in-law?" Hua Niang couldn't help but whisper in a low voice, and Ye Zhiyu listened. His eyes lit up.

Ye Zhiyu said: "This world has set too many rules and regulations for women, and even women are very picky about women. For example, the old lady Niu in this painting book."

"When he knew that the heroine might want to remarry, he spat at the heroine and insulted her unceremoniously. But why can a man remarry after the death of his wife? It is not allowed by nature for a woman to remarry. What is the reason for this? Inequality is where It shows.”

"Who are you? Listening to a playbook, you can hear your own sense of superiority? Why do you need to make comments to show your differences?"

"Yes, this has been the rule and truth since ancient times. Have you never read the female ring? Why are you so shameless to say this?"

Several little girls around criticized Ye Zhiyu with dissatisfaction.

It's not their fault, but it's actually Ye Zhiyu's thoughts that sound too horrifying to them.

Ye Zhiyu herself also understood the gap in thinking, so she did not express her thoughts immediately.I was just surprised to hear Hua Niang’s attitude.

As for the female ring, she has indeed not read it and cannot read it.

It's just something written by men to imprison women's thoughts.But there are still women who are proud to have read or abided by it.

In the final analysis, it was the times that harmed them.

If they, like her, had seen mountains high and rivers far away, the moon in the Gobi Desert and the night in the West Lake, would they still be willing to be imprisoned in a small four-dimensional world?

Could it be that because this has been the case since ancient times, it must be right?
Ye Zhiyu didn't say these words, but he didn't agree with them in his heart.

Originally, Ye Zhiyu stopped talking, and the incident passed like this.I didn't know who was going to take the blame, so I started the dispute again.

"If you ask me, Miss Wang is really free and easy, and her perspective on things is different from mine. I think your empathy with Na Fangcao is probably because you have similar experiences, right?"

"If Fangcao can't remarry, doesn't it mean you can't either?"

The visitor wears a rose-scented bra of Xia Ying gauze with thin cicada wings, embellished with large peonies, a green and soft smoke skirt with soft flowers on the waist, and a white plum blossom cicada gauze that meanders to the floor.Her waist is as thin as a willow, her shoulders are as sharp as a shaved one, she has a charming smile, her beautiful eyes are looking forward to it, and her low-hanging temples are slanted with pearls and jasper embedded in them as she walks.

Who could it be if it wasn’t Wen Baoshu?
Everyone present knew her identity and hurriedly stood up to greet her.

Wen Baoshu waved her hands, not paying much attention, her eyes fell on Ye Zhiyu in front of her, and she said with a sweet smile: "Miss Wang is worthy of being a miracle doctor if she has such insights. I think she knows this through her travels all over the country over the years. I It would be a shame to wait until this age.”

(End of this chapter)