The poisonous concubine is very arrogant, making the crippled king blush and his heart beat fast

Jiang Mengli patted the wolf's head and said with a smile, "Little Gray, bark twice quickly and let me hear you."

The wolf leader: “…”

Isn't this making things difficult for it?

To save the wolf's life, he managed to bark twice, "Woof woof! Woof woof!"

It tried hard to imitate the barking of a dog, but the bark still sounded like a wolf, which scared several people so much that they retreated one after another.

A dozen wolves walked past them proudly, as if mocking their frightened movements.

Long San stared with wide eyes, "Boss, what is going on?"

Long Yi: "I only know that the wolf listens to her. Let's follow her. The wolf will lead the way for us."

Wolf leads the way?

Everyone was even more shocked.

We said before that we would find an animal to lead the way, and now we really found an animal, but it’s not a rabbit or a mouse, it’s a wolf.

Long Si recovered from his shock and sneered, "It must be an illusion. This place is weird to begin with. It might be an illusion. Following it will probably mean death."

"This wolf is fake, the princess is fake, and the people in front of me may all be fake, so don't follow them blindly."

It's not that I haven't heard of illusion arrays. When you are trapped in an illusion, the scenes you see are not real.

The more he spoke, the more mysterious it became, and some people actually believed him.

"I think so too. It must be an illusion. Otherwise, why would a wolf listen to a woman?"

"Yes, wolves are bloodthirsty and cruel carnivores. Normally they would attack us."

"Then how do we break the illusion? Are you real or fake?"

Long Yi looked at the suspicious people and angrily hit Long San with a stick, "Does it hurt? Leave as soon as you wake up!"

what……

"It hurts, it hurts!" Long San jumped up and down in pain. "I'm awake now. This isn't an illusion. I'm going with the boss."

Just when Long Yi was about to hit Long Er and others, Long Er immediately pinched himself and then quickly ran to the front to catch up.

In the end, only Long Si and his gang remained motionless.

Long Yi turned around and looked at them and said, "You can just go down the mountain. The princess said when we were going up the mountain that those who are willing to come up can follow, and those who are not willing can go back."

Without waiting for Long Si to make a decision, he strode away.

Long Si stood there with a frown, looking at the departing figure with a furrowed brow, feeling very conflicted.

"Fourth brother, should we follow?" Long Ba asked.

Following him were Long Liu and Long Wu, and they all looked at him.

After a few breaths, Long Si finally spoke, "I can't let big brother go with him to die. Follow him and find a chance to kill Jiang Mengli. Don't let big brother know. Let's go!"

……

The Ya Ting Garden of Prince Yu's Mansion.

Wen Mohan sat in a wheelchair, holding an arrow in his hand and throwing it into the pot, hitting the target every time.

Yunying strode over and reported, "Master, the secret guards have reported that the princess has brought eight Dragon Shadow Guards up the mountain."

After the words were spoken, the air was quiet for a few moments.

Wen Mohan's face didn't show any change of expression, and he still looked indifferent. "You're really not afraid of death. Running away is better than going up the mountain. You have a pig brain."

If she had secretly escaped after reaching Lion Head Ridge, some people would have thought she had died on the mountain.

Who would know if I changed my identity and lived somewhere else?

Yunying continued, "It's probably going to be difficult to escape. There are several groups of people hiding at the foot of the mountain. Even if she succeeds in rescuing Princess Jinping and bringing her down the mountain, it won't be easy for her to return to the capital alive."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yuzhu hurried into the yard.

Before she even reached him, she said, "Your Highness, Concubine Qin is here and is waiting in the front yard."

When Wen Mohan arrived at the front yard in his wheelchair, Concubine Qin was standing by and looking at the gorgeous peonies in bloom.

This is a rare yellow peony, which is quite rare.

"Mother, please don't break it. It's better to stand farther away and watch." Wen Mohan's tone was distant and indifferent, sounding cold.

Concubine Qin turned around after hearing the voice, and forced a faint smile, saying, "In your eyes, peonies are more precious than me, your mother. This really makes your mother feel disheartened."

Although I don't like his attitude, I've become accustomed to it.

He has always spoken like this since he was a child, and he never speaks in a dignified and polite manner.

Wen Mohan raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Mother can change, but this peony is unique. Mother and peony cannot be compared."

Concubine Qin's face turned pale in an instant, "You..."

"Let's get down to business." Wen Mohan interrupted her coldly before she could finish her words. "What brings you to my house today?"

He never has a good face when facing the mother who raised him.

Concubine Qin had a son named Wen Xiangyu, who was about the same age as him. When he was a child, everything that belonged to him would be given to Wen Xiangyu by Concubine Qin.

He lived a life worse than that of a servant, having to massage Concubine Qin's shoulders and legs, and wash Wen Xiangyu's feet and rub his back.

Whenever they were unhappy with him, they would punish him by making him kneel on a stone, not allowing him to eat, not allowing him to sleep in the house, beating him with a stick, locking him in a dark room, or even making him drink the water used to wash his feet...

His body and mind were devastated, and he thought about death countless times, but every time he thought of his biological mother's words, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

What made him happy was that Wen Xiangyu died in an accidental fall from a horse at the age of sixteen. Since then, Concubine Qin has been insincerely nice to him.

"Han'er, could you please stop talking to your mother like this?" Concubine Qin pretended to be aggrieved.

Wen Mohan didn't have the patience to watch her acting, and frowned and said, "Since there's nothing else, please go back."

As he said this, he turned his wheelchair around and wanted to leave.

Concubine Qin hurried forward to stop her, "No, mother is here to discuss the matter of the legitimate daughter of the Cheng family entering the palace. The Queen Mother said that two days from now is a good day, and it would be more appropriate for the legitimate daughter of the Cheng family to enter the palace."

"Mother has seen her. She is elegant and dignified, graceful and graceful, and her appearance is also first-class. You have already married four princesses, so this fifth one will be simpler."

The fifth princess?

Wen Mohan's brows furrowed slightly, his expression gloomy and cold. "I already have a princess, so how can there be a fifth? I'm afraid mother is confused."

Although the voice was soft, it was as cold as ice shards, sending chills down one's spine.

At this moment, Concubine Qin was also a little angry. She chuckled and said, "There is a princess? Once she reaches Lion Head Ridge, she is as good as dead. You won't even be a pile of bones."

Wen Mohan clenched his fists and retorted coldly: "She won't die!"

Concubine Qin's face darkened as she growled, "She will, and she will die without a trace of bones left. Miss Cheng is countless generations stronger than her. It's a blessing that others don't despise your body!"

"Look at you now, what else do you want to pick? Your legs are crippled, and you're the son of a whore. What's so noble about that?!"

These words were like a dagger stirring in his heart, causing blood to flow and extreme pain.

From childhood to adulthood, he hated it most when people talked about his biological mother's identity, and he hated it most when anyone said that his biological mother was a prostitute.

"My mother is not a prostitute!" Wen Mohan ordered through gritted teeth, veins bulging in his fists, his breath cold and terrifying. "Get out immediately, or don't blame me for being rude!!"