Never divorce, never stop getting rich

The door was gently pushed open, and the moonlight quietly flashed in along with a figure.

The man turned around, closed the door, and drove Yuesha out again.

The room was completely silent, as if everyone inside had fallen asleep, even their breathing had become even and gentle.

With silent steps, the man quickly came to the bridal bed. The lit dragon and phoenix candles were still emitting a dim candlelight. With a flick of his white hand, the candlelight was cut off by an invisible air, and the inner room was instantly swallowed by darkness.

"Fu Zichan, today is the day you die..."

The hunter raised the sharp blade and cruelly revealed his murderous intention. In just a blink of an eye, the blade was out.

He was stabbed several times, almost every time, aiming at the vital points. If he were an ordinary person, he would have turned into a ball of blood mist and died on the spot.

However, the expected smell of blood did not come, and there was no feeling of the sharp blade cutting into flesh.

The killer was stunned. Just as he was about to touch it with his hand, a powerful force came over him, pressing him directly onto the bed, and the dagger in his hand was forcibly taken away.

Qian Qiansui was just half asleep when she felt someone poking her gently with something.

It didn't hurt but it was a little itchy, and in her confused and irritated state, she subconsciously pulled the thing off and held it to her side.

After she pinned the man down, she suddenly came to her senses. She had traveled through time and her husband had just become a woman and was sold by her.

There was definitely no one else in the room, so the person she held down was definitely not a good person.

"Who are you?"

There was no light in the room, and Qian Qiansui took a long time to adjust before he could get a general idea of ​​the person. She looked like a woman, but she was wearing silk and satin, not like a maid.

"This servant... This servant was sent by the Marquis to serve the Madam..."

This was not Wen Chun's first day as a killer, so he quickly realized that there was only the lady on the bed, and the marquis had disappeared and might come back soon, so he had to get away as soon as possible.

If she hadn't just sold out the Marquis, Qian Qiansui would have believed it. She hadn't forgotten the passive skills given to her by the system.

If there was no personal injury, how could she suddenly become so powerful? Coupled with the dropped dagger next to her, she was definitely a killer, a killer who wanted to kill her!

"If you are serving me, why are you wearing clothes?"

To be on the safe side, Qian Qiansui simply reached out and tore the person's clothes. If you want to harm her, you must be prepared to be stripped naked by her.

"Wha...what? What are you doing? No, no, don't take off my clothes..."

Wen Chun was really shocked. Which lady from a noble family would get up in the middle of the night to take off her maid's clothes? This is not just heresy, this is simply a perverted sex maniac.

The key is that he cannot be without clothes, otherwise all his disguises will be exposed.

The more money Qiansui took off, the more puzzled he became. Even if the maids in ancient times were very young, they would not be so easy to deal with.

But the man under her had his clothes torn off, and his front and back were flat. If she hadn't been able to see the outline clearly, she wouldn't have been able to tell the front and back of the man apart.

"Madam, it's late at night, please don't do it. Tomorrow morning, you have to go to pay your respects and offer tea to the Concubine Dowager. Ah... don't... don't take it off..."

Wen Chun was really angry this time. He used his internal energy to wave his hand and tried to knock away the hand that was pulling his pants.

Unexpectedly, when he slapped his palm, even Qian Qiansui's arm didn't turn red. His softness didn't sound like a rejection, but rather like he was trying to refuse but actually wanted to.

He panicked, his mind collapsed, and he desperately tried to hold on to his skirt and pants, the only thing that covered him.

Wen Chun felt that he must have been tricked, otherwise, with his kung fu, how could he be so powerless against a woman in a secluded house.

"Hey, look what I found?"

Qian Qiansui took off Wen Chun's last pair of panties, reached out to touch it, was stunned at first, then showed a lewd smile, and slowly slid down along the base of her thigh.

"Don't! What are you doing? No...don't..."

Unable to beat him back and unable to push him away, Wen Chun felt despair for the first time. He grabbed a piece of cloth to cover his chest, but Qian Qiansui snatched it away again.

"This looks like Hippa..."

White silk, a disgusting custom. Qian Qiansui originally wanted to throw it away, but now he had a new idea.

As the saying goes, wealth and honor are sought in danger. If one wants to completely seize the property of the Marquis's Mansion, the Marquis's favor and offspring are indispensable.

Since there is no marquis anymore, she has to create one. At least the wedding night cannot be wasted, right?

"Husband... Madam, why are you looking at me?"

Wen Chun covered his body with his hands and subconsciously wanted to step back.

His eyes, which were praised, were filled with fear, and then a wave of anger at being humiliated surged in his heart. As long as he was allowed to leave alive today, he would definitely take revenge.

"The skin feels smooth to the touch, and I can't see her face clearly... Never mind, whatever, it's all the same after the lights go out."

Qian Qiansui grabbed Wen Chun's ankle and with a little force, she pulled her under him. Although it was compensation from the system, it was not a low-quality product.

"What? What do you mean by blowing out the lights? You...you're crazy!"

Wen Chun could clearly still feel his own internal strength, but he was completely unable to use it on Qian Qiansui.

He watched Qian Qiansui pressing down on him, his body becoming a toy for his wife, being pinched and kneaded at will, with almost no good flesh left.

Thinking that he, the young master of the Killer Pavilion, would end up like this today, an impulse surged over him, and tears of hatred flowed from the corners of his slightly red eyes.

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"What the hell? This is your first time too..."

"You wait for me!"

Wen Chun made a buzzing sound and his brain almost exploded. He picked up his clothes and pushed Qian Qiansui away, then ran out with weak legs.

He wants revenge, he must take revenge, this woman... he will definitely kill her!

Qian Qiansui got up uncomfortably and lit the lamp. The white satin was already stained with blood.

She frowned and rubbed her waist. This feeling was completely different from a certain flower novel she had read in her previous life. Could it be that her posture was wrong, or was this man not so good?

Should she try again when he comes next time? She has other ways to play anyway.

Wen Chun put on her clothes with shaking hands in anger. The collar of her clothes was torn, revealing the light red bellyband underneath.

He didn't care that his hair was disheveled and his clothes were tattered. He ran out with red eyes and headed straight for the top of the Forbidden City in Beijing.

He just couldn't believe that the martial arts he had learned so hard since childhood would become useless so easily.

That woman must have been plotting something. When he comes back after verifying it, he will tear that woman into pieces to avenge today's humiliation!

The breeze was blowing, and the beauty, in a pink dress, appeared like an immortal above the capital. The night wind held her long hair and drew arcs in the air.

Her fair and delicate skin, bright eyes and white teeth, and the peach blossom red at the corners of her eyes made her even more charming than the woman Fu Zichan transformed into.

Only the unprotruding Adam's apple and the murderous aura all over his body revealed that this person was a man, and a man who was definitely not to be trifled with.