Don't panic, nephew. I will take this pot of evil star.

General Mingwei's Mansion.

In the wedding hall, red candles flickered and the crowd was bustling.

"If you don't want to be my concubine, get out!"

The man in the crimson wedding gown looked cold and intimidating. With just one sentence, he made the people around him feel like they were in an ice cellar.

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Feng Xili tore off the red veil on her head and stared at the man closest to her with a look of astonishment.

I go! !

Where is this? Who is this person? What did he just say?

Isn’t she visiting the ancient buildings with Xingxing?

As soon as we arrived at the wedding hall, we saw many giggling girls trying on ancient brides' clothes, taking photos for a Mao Zedong note.

Xingxing insisted on being a good host, but before she could even say no, the Mao Zedong portrait was already in the hands of the staff.

She reluctantly took the red wedding dress that was handed to her, put it on, covered her head with a red veil, and was about to strike a coquettish pose when she felt dizzy.

Then, I heard something like "If you don't want to be my concubine, get out?"

Isn't it just a snap? Is there an immersive experience? She was still daydreaming when she heard the man next to her shout angrily.

"Feng Xili!!" The man stared at her and pointed at the red veil in her hand.

She looked up and saw a man in red with a strong and well-proportioned body and broad, powerful shoulders. He was obviously a man who wielded swords and guns all year round. He exuded masculinity, had a wheat-colored complexion, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, but his eyes were also cold.

"Who are you?" This NPC is so handsome! But a little fierce.

But how did he know my name?

"Don't you know what you have done? I, Xiao Ze, will never marry a fickle and shameless woman!" He roared, his words sharp.

Feng Xili frowned. Is this guy sick? He points at my nose and scolds me as soon as he comes.

His name is Xiao Ze? Xiao Ze? ...Xiao Ze!!

A series of images suddenly appeared in my mind, the most impressive of which was the eleventh year of Qizhao, when Xiao Ze defeated the barbarians in the Western Desert and resolved the serious threat to the southwestern border of Shangli Kingdom.

And he was also named Mingwei Left General the following year.

Memories that did not belong to her came flooding back at her, and she looked around with a pale face.

Brand new pillars and beams, glittering red silk, clean and shiny floors and tables, where is the trace of dust and dirt?

Her heart skipped a beat. Traveled through time?

No way? Really? No way!!

She just stood there quietly taking pictures. Is that okay?

Memories flooded into my mind one after another.

She frowned as she sorted out these surging fragments of memory and discovered that although the original owner was the prime minister's concubine, she was also the only lady in the mansion.

Just because she was born out of wedlock and her mother had passed away, she was not loved by her grandfather and grandmother in the mansion.

However, she did not expect that Feng Tianxu, the only legitimate son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, who was only half a year younger than her, was extremely dependent on her. He wanted her to accompany him in life, study, and even go out to play with her.

The Prime Minister's wife was angry and resentful of her, but she couldn't bear to blame her son, so she had to turn a blind eye. Fortunately, the original owner was law-abiding and did not cause trouble.

After her coming-of-age ceremony at the age of fifteen, the Prime Minister's wife arranged a marriage for her with Xiao Ze. Their relationship was originally simple and ordinary, but just two months after the engagement, Xiao Ze suddenly proposed to postpone the marriage for a year.

He began to meet the original owner frequently, and gradually the original owner fell in love with him and began to look forward to the days of living in harmony after marriage.

until today.

"Feng Xili! You actually lifted the veil yourself?" Xiao Ze scolded, with a look of disbelief on his face.

She looked at Xiao Ze silently. The arrangement of this wedding scene did not look like taking a concubine. Besides, taking a concubine did not require inviting many guests.

In other words, Xiao Ze was pretending to marry a wife, but his real intention was to take a concubine.

She was about to become a concubine from the legal wife, and she hadn't even jumped up and down yet, so why was he jumping up and down about this?

Suddenly, there was a noisy shout from outside: "Stop him! Stop him quickly!"

Suddenly, there was another person standing in front of her.

The man who came was dressed in white, tall and thin, with a pale face. He was elegant with a hint of fragility. His appearance was picturesque, clean and beautiful, not like a real person. He was in great contrast to Xiao Ze's masculinity, like an exquisite porcelain.

What a sickly pretty boy.

But he was shouting in disbelief: "Xi'er, you said you were going back to your hometown to worship your mother and asked me to wait for you for three days. So! So you want to get married secretly?"

Feng Xili wanted to curse, but Xiao Ze hadn't dealt with it yet, and here came another yandere man. Listen to what he said! If what this man said was true, she might be drowned!

She looked at the yandere boy carefully, but she had no impression of him and had never seen him before.

"Are you sure you recognize me?" she asked doubtfully, feeling as if she had overlooked something.

"Hmph! You refuse to repent!" Xiao Ze suddenly flicked his sleeves and glared at her angrily, as if he wanted to burn her as a sacrifice to the heavens.

"Xier, don't you want to recognize me now? Although I, Fang Wenlin, am just a scholar, I also know when to advance and when to retreat." He took out a few pieces of thin paper from his arms and threw them to the ground.

"I carry these letters you gave me with me every day, but tell me, what does it mean to you to whisper to each other among the flowers in the Falling Snow Pavilion, to admire the chrysanthemums under the moon, and to walk in the rain?"

Fang Wenlin's words instantly ignited the entire audience.

Feng Xili was also shocked. This yandere boy was so bold!

"In that case, let's report it to the authorities and let the officials decide who is right and who is wrong." Feng Xili was filled with rage. If she admitted this, wouldn't she be drowned by the spit in this era?

After hearing these words, Xiao Ze and Fang Wenlin were stunned.

Report to the police? You're reporting to the police after just a few words?

Xiao Ze gave the scholar a subtle wink, which happened to be seen by her.

She was silent for a moment, then calmly took two steps forward and held out her hand: "Did I write this? Show me."

Fang Wenlin's eyes averted, a little flustered. Before he could react, Feng Xili snatched the paper away.

I just took a look at it twice and then he snatched it back.

She glanced at him, her guilty look too obvious.

No one knew where Xiao Ze got this sickly boy from, but the two of them sang the same tune.

One slandered the original owner for being two-timing, and the other took advantage of this to turn his wife into a concubine and humiliate the original owner. Such behavior is really hard to understand.

As he remembered, two months ago, Xiao Ze met up with the original owner and said how much he missed her. Then the two of them made an appointment to practice calligraphy, write poetry and paint together, and they were very serious and proper.

At that time, the two of them were deeply in love and were just waiting to get married.

Although the original owner was reserved, she was also happy. She never expected that the affectionate look at that time would now turn into a sharp blade stabbing her.

Those pieces of paper were filled with affectionate poems, and it would be reasonable for Fang Wenlin to use them as evidence of his longing for him.

She chuckled, "What evidence do you have to prove that I wrote this to you personally?"

The scholar was stunned for a moment, then argued cunningly, "You gave this to me personally. It's all written in your handwriting. Can't you recognize it yourself?"

This is exactly what I want.

"How can you be sure that this is my handwriting?" She looked at me with a serious expression and pressed on.

"Did you see me write it? Did I hand it to you personally after I finished it?"

Fang Wenlin's pupils shrank, and he roared in frustration: "Of course!!"

"Xier, you are the eldest daughter of Prime Minister Feng. Your handwriting is known to everyone. How could it be fake?" Because of Feng Tianxu's relationship, Feng Xili was allowed to go to Ziyun Academy to study together every day as an exception. Writing and composing poems were naturally no problem for her.

"Well said! Everyone knows my handwriting, so let everyone figure out who wrote it." She retorted forcefully, as if there was light on her body.

Xiao Ze's heart skipped a beat, and the image of her red ears appeared in his mind when she handed him these love poems with a smile on her face.

She scanned the crowd and walked towards one of them. "Sir, I've had the great honor of attending your elementary school class. I've submitted all my homework on time, and you've reviewed and corrected it. Could you please verify that it's my handwriting?"

He Annian smiled brightly and suddenly felt that this little girl was much more lively than her usual dull self.

"That's okay. Your work has always been exemplary and impressive." He then looked at the scholar with an urging look.

He flipped through the few thin sheets of paper. The font he saw was delicate, small, soft and beautiful. It could be seen that it was copying a common font.

After a moment, he calmly said, "This calligraphy is elegant and graceful, the kind of small regular script with hairpin flowers that many wealthy ladies nowadays admire, but the writing technique is still a little lacking."

"However, I remember that Miss Feng has always used regular script. I wonder what kind of handwriting she usually uses in her essays?"

He Annian changed the subject and gave a pertinent conclusion.

Fang Wenlin's face changed drastically when he heard this. How could it be possible? When the general gave it to him, he clearly said that he had written it while watching Feng Xili.

Xiao Ze's pupils suddenly shrank. He really didn't expect that this woman had another trick up her sleeve?

Feng Xili smiled bitterly in her heart. The original owner was a young girl in love and felt uneasy in front of her lover.

I practiced the hairpin-flowered small regular script hard to make myself look more gentle and elegant. My usual regular script was too formal and rigid, so I changed the font temporarily. Unexpectedly, I saved my life inadvertently.

Fortunately, she still has this memory, otherwise, it would be hard to explain.

"I usually write in regular script. It's a habit I've developed over the years and I haven't changed it."

Feng Xili let out a sigh and turned to look at Fang Wenlin's pale face.

He stood there in a daze, already somewhat shaky.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this scholar clearly had evil intentions.

"You and I have never met each other, and we have no hatred against each other. Who ordered..." She slowly approached him, trying to get him to talk. If she could get him to give up Xiao Ze, then she could kill two birds with one stone. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

"There's a fire! There's a fire in Magnolia Garden, General! Magnolia Garden is on fire!" A soldier suddenly ran in from outside the door and reported to Xiao Ze anxiously.