The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

Xingxian Wang Ying died of illness and passed the throne to the heir. Two years later, the pie fell from the sky, and the throne fell to the young Xingwang. King Xing entered the capital to become emperor, and the next year the name was changed to Jiajing, and the Lu family came to the capital to serve as the emperor's close guard. Lu Heng's father was a mediocre man, but Lu Heng was a stubborn stubborn man. He came to the capital at the age of eleven, and was admitted to the martial arts jinshi exam at the age of eighteen. At the age of two, he was already the actual commander of Jin Yiwei.

Even if he is in a high position at a young age, what is even more frightening is that the emperor still trusts him.

If he was eyeing Fu Tingzhou, it would be really troublesome.

Thinking of Lu Heng, Fu Tingzhou's face also sank, and his good mood was swept away. Fu Tingzhou patted the back of Wang Yanqing's hand and said, "I just remind you that it's nothing special. You don't have to worry. You haven't been out for a long time. Do you want to go out and relax?"

Wang Yanqing looked at him quietly. Just now, Fu Tingzhou said not to go out at will. Sure enough, the next moment, Fu Tingzhou said, "Don't worry, I'm with me. My mother made an appointment to go to Dajue Temple to offer incense and offer lamp oil to my grandfather by the way."

When Wang Yanqing heard the last sentence, she knew she couldn't refuse. She paused and asked, "Who did the old lady have an appointment with?"

Fu Tingzhou's brows moved, and he rarely felt a little embarrassed: "The Marquis of Yongping."

Wang Yanqing's heart suddenly became cold. Ever since Fu Tingzhou came in, she felt like she was soaked in an ice lake and kept sinking. Now, she was pressed underwater, and she couldn't even catch her last breath.

What does Fu Tingzhou mean? Let her meet the future mistress in advance, or does Mrs. Yongping Hou feel uneasy and want to beat the concubine on her daughter's behalf?

Wang Yanqing was quiet for a moment, then suddenly pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "Second brother, you and sister-in-law rarely see each other. When your husband and wife meet, what should I do to make trouble?"

Before Wang Yanqing could finish speaking, he felt his wrist being squeezed heavily. Wang Yanqing's face was cold, she didn't cry out in pain, and she didn't lower her head.

This is the first time that Wang Yanqing has shown such clear dissatisfaction, and Fu Tingzhou was also provoked. He stood up with his sleeves folded, and said condescendingly, "The day after tomorrow, Qingqing, don't forget."

After he finished speaking, he didn't care whether Wang Yanqing's wrist was seriously injured or not, he turned around and left.

The regular and powerful footsteps faded away, and he was so engulfed in anger that he didn't even notice that it was Wang Yanqing's birthday.

Wang Yanqing turned her face away, looking at the white snow that was trampled into blackness outside the window, her tears suddenly burst.

Hou Ye was obviously displeased when he left. Wang Yanqing may not have called anyone in for a long time. Wang Yanqing sat for an undisclosed amount of time, and when her tears started to flow and her eyes hurt, she stood up and walked towards the Bisha closet.

After many years of practicing martial arts, it is useful. Wang Yanqing opened the box and did not make a sound. She calmly put clothes and pieces of silver in the bag, so calm that even she was afraid.

Perhaps, she had already rehearsed all of this in her mind, rehearsing it countless times, so that she could now do it mechanically without thinking.

After all, the Fu family is kind to her. Without the Fu family, she would never be able to study and practice martial arts. Father saved the life of the old marquis, and the old marquis gave her ten years of stability, which should have been evened out long ago. As for her liking Fu Tingzhou, it was an accident, but there was such a man in her life, strong, brave, thin and ambitious, how could she not like him? But no matter how much she likes it, she can't make herself a concubine.

The relationship between her and Fu Tingzhou is so far, so far, let everything stop at the best time. At least in the future, when you look back, everyone will look young and beautiful.

Wang Yanqing was hesitant when she packaged it up softly and put it in Lu Yin and the household post.

As long as she takes this step, she will never be able to look back. During her years in the capital, she and Fu Tingzhou had been in a relationship for ten years, and there was no room to look back.

She doesn't regret it, but she's still not reconciled. The maid is right, a woman can have several decades in her life, and she left her most beautiful years in Zhenyuan Hou's mansion, and now she runs away without even seeing the face of her opponent, which is really useless.

She at least sees what the woman who can make him tempted looks like.

Wang Yanqing gradually let go of his hand and pressed the packed baggage into the bottom of the cage. She is not a helpless boudoir lady, she knows how to escape from the capital without knowing it, if she wants, even now. But she had the last trace of weakness in her heart, and she compromised with herself, thinking that as long as she came back from Dajue Temple and saw the true face of his future wife, she would leave.

Just treat it as her and the capital, and this bizarre aristocratic world, say a final goodbye.

Chapter 3 Falling off the cliff

The first of December.

It snowed a few days ago, and these two days are the cold time. Hong Wanqing sat in the carriage, and the maid added charcoal to the gilt-bronze hand stove and handed it over to Hong Wanqing to warm her up: "Miss San, it's cold, so hurry up and warm your hands."

Hong Wanqing took it, and she glanced at the gap in the curtain. Although she didn't speak, the maid saw Hong Wanqing's thoughts and immediately answered: "It's agreed that when it's time, why isn't Zhenyuan Hou's mansion still available?"

Today, the Marquis of Zhenyuan and the Marquis of Yongping have an appointment to offer incense. The two family members knew this incident well, it was fake to accompany Zhenyuan Hou, and it was the real thing to take the opportunity to meet Hong Wanqing.