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

Chapter 229 The reason behind the death of my wife

Feng Wuming sat upright, without squinting, and had no intention of talking to Wen Baoshu.

Their eyes met several times, and when Wen Baoshu wanted to say something, Feng Wuming quickly looked away, not giving Wen Baoshu any chance.

I thought I could avoid Wen Baoshu's entanglement in this way, but Feng Wuming later realized that he still underestimated Wen Baoshu.

I don't know which part of her was wrong again. She hesitated for a while, and finally spoke as if she had made up her mind.

"Uncle, actually I...actually I have been happy with you a long time ago."

Feng Wuming clenched his right hand into a fist and put it in front of his mouth to cough. He was too shocked to speak.

Wen Baoshu didn't dare to look at Feng Wuming's face. She just lowered her head with a touch of shyness and said to herself: "Shu'er also knows that she is abrupt, but I'm afraid that if I don't say something, it will be too late."

The expression on Wen Baoshu's face was lonely for a moment.

"My parents always urged me to get married. They pushed me overtly and covertly, allowing me to meet many young talents in the capital. They are indeed good men and women who are both civil and military, but it's a pity..." Wen Baoshu secretly left Feng Wu. Ming glance.

"It's just a pity that I already have someone else in my heart. That person in my heart is the best and best son in the world. The other people will never be able to see me again."

Feng Wuming frowned and said, "So what do you want? To be my princess?"

Wen Baoshu didn't expect Feng Wuming to be so direct, and was a little shy at the moment.

However, he glanced at Feng Wuming shyly and finally nodded.

Feng Wuming let out a long "Ah——".

Wen Baoshu looked at him, somewhat unsure of what Feng Wuming meant.

Her parents also knew her thoughts and had supported her earlier.

But as he grew older, Feng Wuming never revealed his intention to marry again.Her father and mother began to urge her to get married.

She was really afraid that one day she would compromise, which would be a lifelong regret.

Always find an opportunity to say what you want in your heart. If you can get what you want, it would be the best.

Facing Wen Baoshu's hopeful gaze, Feng Wuming spoke with a heavy expression.

"I already know your thoughts, but I have never forgotten my deceased wife for a moment. I have also made a vow not to marry in this life. If you want to enter the palace, you can only enter as a concubine. You can willing?"

When Wen Baoshu heard this, her eyes widened with mist, and she looked at Feng Wuming with a hurt look on her face.

"Uncle, you...how can you make me your concubine?"

Not to mention that Wen Baoshu had been held in the palm of her hand and cared for since she was a child. Even the legitimate daughter of a wealthy family in the capital would not be able to devote herself to being a concubine.

If that person is the emperor, it is a different matter.

But Feng Wuming is just a prince. Even if he is powerful, to put it bluntly, he is just a prince.

Being a concubine is very unpleasant to be told.

It will even affect other sisters who are waiting for marriage in the house, and they will be looked down upon by their future husband's family, and they will not be able to choose a good husband.

This is simply humiliation!
Seeing the hurt look on the little girl's face, Feng Wuming was very hard-hearted. He didn't show any emotion and even continued to perform.

"In this case, I have no choice. Things that are unavailable to young people will eventually trap them for the rest of their lives. Probably in this life, I will not be able to forget Zhiyu."

Wen Baoshu could no longer bear such a blow and ran out crying.

Feng Wuming didn't forget to add fuel to the fire behind him, "Don't forget the Nine Links!"

Since it happened to be there, I took it back to the two dumplings.Wen Baoshu seemed to be crying louder. From sobbing at the beginning, she started to cry loudly, completely losing the dignity of a noble lady.

Feng Wuming stood there, looking at the direction Wen Baoshu left, and couldn't help but joke.

"Ye Zhiyu, Ye Zhiyu didn't expect your name to be so useful. It can be regarded as a good thing you did and a merit you accumulated."

The title of Jianghuai Salt and Iron Envoy is indeed not just talk.

The Wen Mansion was so big that even Ye Zhiyu, who boasted a good sense of direction, could hardly escape.

Fortunately, she only needed to detect traces of black energy and follow them.

I turned left and right all the way, passing countless verandas and rockeries, and then I found a place with strong black air.

Ye Zhiyu stood in front of a closed attic and clapped his hands, "This is it."

The gray tiled white walls and tall gatehouse have exquisite carvings on the walls, and the carvings on the roof are even more exquisite and beautiful. There is a water system running through the whole building, coupled with the green trees and the echo of the mountains, it makes people feel like they are in a fairyland. .

Just looking at the deserted gate, unlike the places guarded by other servants of the Wen Mansion, there seemed to be no one guarding it.

In this way, it can be regarded as an advantage for her.

After saying that, Ye Zhiyu was about to go in.

A group of people jumped out from nowhere and surrounded Ye Zhiyu. The weapons in their hands were pointed at Ye Zhiyu. They all looked fierce, as if they wanted to skin Ye Zhiyu alive.

Ye Zhiyu was a little helpless, "Brothers, please speak up if you have anything to say. Swords have no eyes, so it won't be good if you accidentally hurt yourself."

The leader snorted coldly, "Thief, don't be glib. Wait until I escort you to the government to tell you."

It turned out that he recognized himself as a thief, and Ye Zhiyu felt that he was wronged.

"You have misunderstood. I came to the Wen Mansion with the Regent to visit Princess Qingxiang. Now the two of them are talking in the front hall. Princess Qingxiang asked me to order the small kitchen to cook something that the prince likes to eat, but this The mansion is so big that I lost my way for a while..."

Ye Zhiyu blinked sincerely, but the other party didn't accept this.

The man waved his hand and said, "Stop making up lies. The kitchen is in the east, and you walked straight to the west. Even if you don't know the direction, you should ask people along the way, right?"

"Besides, haven't you noticed that the further you go here, the more desolate it becomes? Don't you think it's weird? I think you obviously did it on purpose."

Ye Zhiyu opened his mouth and wanted to explain, but was interrupted by the man.

"Besides, your reason is too lame. If the prince personally comes to visit the mansion, I'm afraid it's too late to hide from my princess. I take it you're lying and you're not drafting it?"

Another person echoed: "I think she just wants to use the name of the regent to scare us. Little does she know that there are still these connections inside."

Ye Zhiyu was helpless, what did Wen Baoshu do in her daily life?

Why did the housekeeper at home also know that Feng Wuming didn't want to see her.And he said it without hesitation.

It was also reflected from the side that Wen Baoshu was not a cruel young lady, otherwise these people would not dare to talk like this.

However, these are not important anymore.

Right now, what matters is how to get out of trouble.

Without giving Ye Zhiyu any time to think, the other party had already determined that Ye Zhiyu was a thief and rushed to catch her.

Ye Zhiyu's expression was solemn, and he was debating whether to take action or not.

(End of this chapter)