A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Han Mingguang said: "What the Imperial Master said is against military regulations. We only have soldiers here, no men or women, and each has his own duties. From now on, the logistics officer will be responsible for sewing and making clothes! The thousands of cotton-padded clothes in this army are made by his hands!"

Han Mingguang's face was serious and his tone was firm. He thought to himself that he must defend the unreasonable behavior of the Imperial Master and not let Ming Yuexin suffer any injustice.

"Is he so powerful? Just by himself?" How could the Imperial Master believe it? He thought to himself that this was just Han Mingguang's excuse to protect the woman.

But this is a good opportunity to take control of Han Mingguang. The imperial teacher's evil idea came to his mind again, and a sinister smile appeared on his face. He had already begun to plan how to use this incident to achieve his own goals.

Han Mingguang also sneered, puffed out his chest, and said proudly: "Of course!" He folded his hands in front of his chest, his eyes were firm and confident, and his chin was slightly raised, as if he was fully confident of Mingyue's new ability.

The national teacher couldn't help but feel ecstatic. He fell into the trap! Han Mingguang, Han Mingguang, if you want to die today, even God can't help you.

He chuckled and said, "Okay! Make me a cotton-padded jacket within an hour! If you can't, Han Mingguang, you have to give me your life as a guarantee!"

The Imperial Master had a sinister smile on his face, his eyes flashing with cunning. As he spoke, he put his hands on his hips and leaned forward slightly. His arrogant look made people feel disgusted. He had already started to think about how to put Han Mingguang to death.

When Ming Yuexin heard this, she was unwilling to obey the man who wanted to kill her future husband: "Why should I make clothes for you? I won't do it!"

She was so angry that her eyebrows were raised, she put her hands on her hips, glared at the imperial teacher with her beautiful eyes, and stamped her feet hard on the ground, saying coquettishly: "You unreasonable person, what right do you have to make such an excessive request!"

Her face turned red with anger, like a ripe apple.

The imperial teacher wanted to experience the feeling of wearing new clothes made by a beautiful woman. Would it be really wonderful?

Suddenly seeing the beauty refuse, he immediately pulled down his donkey face and said fiercely: "If you don't do it, Lord Han and Minister Han will be beheaded immediately!"

His eyes widened, veins popped out on his forehead, he pointed at Han Mingguang and Ming Yuexin, and shouted: "Don't refuse my toast and drink a forfeit!" His voice was sharp and piercing, like the roar of a mad beast, and his ferocious expression made people shudder.

Han Mingguang stretched out his hand to block Mingyuexin, took a step forward, straightened his back, and said to the Imperial Master: "What if it is done? How about the Imperial Master also guaranteeing it with his own life?"

Han Mingguang's face was serious, his eyes revealed determination and courage. He looked directly at the national teacher without any intention of retreating, and there seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes.

The imperial teacher frowned, his eyes rolling around, thinking of a countermeasure in his mind: "I haven't committed any crime, why should I guarantee my life?" He raised his voice a few notches, trying to overwhelm Han Mingguang with his momentum, while pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.

"That's funny, Imperial Master. I haven't broken any law, why do I need a life guarantee?" Han Mingguang clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his arms were clearly visible, his body trembled slightly, and he said, trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart: "Imperial Master, please don't be so unreasonable!"

"Don't you have it? Don't you have it?" The national teacher anxiously pointed at Ming Yuexin with his fingers. Those fingers were like sharp thorns, and he wished he could pierce Ming Yuexin's body.

"You brought a woman into the barracks, which is evidence of your crime! Don't try to deny it. You can't deny it!"

The Imperial Master's voice was trembling, and his body was shaking slightly with excitement. His face was distorted with anger, and his saliva was flying.

Seeing that this person was never-ending, Ming Yuexing said, "Well, what will you do if I win?" She clenched her fists, her pretty face was tense, her eyes flashed with stubbornness, she took a small step forward, and looked directly at the national teacher without fear.

"If you win, I will never mention this matter again!" The imperial teacher sneered, but secretly thought in his heart: Hehe, I will never mention it in front of you, but I'm not sure about that in front of the emperor.

His smile was full of conspiracy, his hands were folded across his chest, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes.

Han Mingguang had quickly written a piece of evidence and handed it to the national teacher, saying: "Well, national teacher, come and sign it. Words alone are not enough to prove it!" Han Mingguang's eyes were firm and resolute. He stared at the national teacher, waiting for his response.

The Imperial Master glanced at the paper, hesitated for a moment, and said, "This... can this be counted?"

Han Mingguang said loudly: "Does the Imperial Master want to cheat? Now that the words have been spoken, you should keep your promise!"

The Imperial Master gritted his teeth and said, "Just sign it. Do you think I'm afraid of you?" He snatched the paper and picked up the pen, but paused in the air, secretly regretting that he was too impulsive.

Ming Yuexin said at the side: "Master Imperial Master, you must think carefully. Once you sign this, there will be no room for regret."

The national teacher glared at Ming Yuexin fiercely, but finally signed his name.

Han Mingguang took the paper, looked at it carefully, and said, "Okay, Master, just wait and see Miss Mingyue's craftsmanship!"

Ming Yuexin turned around and walked to the table, starting to prepare the materials for the cotton-padded jacket. Her movements were skillful and quick, as she kept muttering, "Humph, I'll definitely let this arrogant state teacher see how powerful I am!"

It was late at night and the cold wind was howling outside the tent, causing the tent curtains to sway from time to time.

Han Mingguang quietly approached Ming Yuexin and said in a low voice: "Don't show off your talents and skills, otherwise they will be taken advantage of by villains!"

His face was full of seriousness and worry, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were full of concern.

Ming Yuexin nodded seriously, his eyes showing understanding, and he nodded and thought, "Mingguang is right. As the saying goes, money should not be shown to the eyes, and talents and skills should not be shown to villains."

She turned her gaze to the Imperial Master, watching his pair of yellow eyes sweeping over his body and face. She couldn't help but frown in disgust, and felt her stomach churning. "Looking at that look in his eyes, I feel very sick."

She curled her lips, her face full of disgust. At this moment, the candlelight in the tent flickered in the cold wind, casting shadows of people in different lengths.

He didn't want to make clothes for such a villain. "I can make clothes, but I want to make them for Lord Han. Let your wife make your clothes! I don't want to cause any misunderstandings!"

Ming Yuexin folded his hands across his chest, raised his chin slightly, and looked determined.

Han Mingguang nodded, his face full of approval: "Yes, Miss Ming is right, Master Imperial Master, the twelve concubines in your family are super jealous, and Miss Ming is still a girl! She needs a reputation!"

Han Mingguang squinted at the Imperial Master as he spoke, with a hint of sarcasm on his face. At this moment, the wind outside became more and more violent, as if it was going to overturn the entire tent.