After being reborn, I became a scumbag and his aunt

Chapter 12 Seven Emperor Uncles

There are three well-equipped large ships not far from the Qingshan, from which the arrow rain shot out.Even a thick crossbow more than one meter long shot over with a fireball, nailed to the hull with a clang, and under the huge momentum, the Qingshan ship swayed.

Marquis Yongping actually used weapons!Even, maybe the people on the opposite boat are also from the army!

Marquis Yongping is desperate, and will put her to death at all costs.As long as she died, everyone on board died, and he could always find a reasonable explanation.

The temptation of power has already driven him to the point of insanity.

Han Youning began to worry. This kind of crossbow is a powerful siege weapon, which can be nailed into a stone wall and is extremely powerful.The Castle Peak is a wooden structure, even if it is covered with iron sheets, it is still difficult to withstand such a fierce offensive.

"You don't want to live anymore!"

The door opened, and it was Yu Niang and Ling'er outside the door.

Yuniang rushed in first, pulled Han Youning away from the window, and pulled the quilt to the floor behind the bed.

"Lie here honestly!"

Han Youning was pushed to the ground by Yuniang.

Han Youning didn't want Yuniang to stand in front of him again at the time of life and death, so he said to her, "Yuniang, you go back to your room, everyone save their own lives."

Yu Niang snorted coldly, "Naturally, we have to save our own lives, so maybe I have to die for you!"

She glanced at Ling'er who was guarding Han Youning's side, closed the door and left.

Ling'er has experienced a lot of life and death, and she has calmed down a lot. She is tightly bound with a bag, which contains all of their wealth.

She guarded Han Youning tightly, if an arrow were shot from the outside, it would have to penetrate her first before injuring the young lady.

The ship was already on fire.

Although they were in the room, they could smell the thick smoke outside.

The hull was tilting, it should be that the crossbow penetrated the bottom of the cabin, and the cabin was flooded.

Now they are on the river, and they are surrounded by tigers and wolves. I am afraid there is only one dead end.

Han Youning smiled wryly, reliving it once again, it was not as good as the previous life.

Time passed bit by bit, and the sun gradually slanted westward, reflecting in through the broken window lattice.

Ling'er said, "Miss, the sound of shooting arrows outside has stopped."

Han Youning listened carefully, there was no clanking outside, but a sailor shouting, "The ship is about to sink!"

"Let the boat go!"

While speaking, the tilt of the Qingshan was accelerating, and Han Youning and Ling'er rolled around in the room, screaming.

The Aoyama was overturned.

The cold autumn river flooded in, and Han Youning once again felt the pain of suffocation.

There was the sound of splintering wood.

She was hugged tightly by a hard arm, swam out, then jumped out of the water, seemed to be flying, and landed firmly there.

There is a faint fragrance of bamboo in the breath.

Han Youning suddenly opened his eyes.

What came into my eyes was a plump and handsome face, with a straight nose, thin lips slightly pursed, and a thick spring color between the brows and eyes.A pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes, like an abyss, were soaked in the river water to be as black as ink, exuding a cold air.

The coldness seemed to be just her illusion, when her eyes settled down, she saw his face was as warm as spring.He leaned over and gently put her on the ground, and then put the blanket handed over by his entourage over her body, wrapping her around her.

His voice was low and mellow, like a thick and gentle wine, "little girl, are you scared?"

Han Youning tightly grasped the soft blanket, staring at him blankly.

The young man in front of him had a jade crown with black hair, a jade belt buckled around his waist, and a moon-white brocade robe with dragon and cloud patterns stuck to his body wetly.

He stood calmly on the deck of the big ship, with a faint smile on his lips, dignified and elegant.

She seemed to recognize him.Coupled with the brocade robe with dragon patterns, she can almost certainly be him——

Uncle Seventh Emperor, King Zhao Chengyuan of Jin.

The only legitimate son of Empress Dowager Lu, the most honorable prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

She had only seen him a few times in her previous life, and most of them were far away, so she didn't see him clearly.What she knew about him was just what she heard from others.

She never takes a serious look at insignificant people, and even if she does, she doesn't keep it in her heart.So if he had changed into an ordinary clothes today, she might not recognize him.

The most real time Han Youning saw him was probably the day after her wedding with Prince Zhao Chen.Zhao Chen took her and the Crown Princess Han Qingwan to serve tea to the elders of the clan.

Zhao Chen held Han Qingwan's hand and walked in front hand in hand, while she followed behind them in a light red dress.

In front of the dignified and solemn Han Qingwan dressed in bright red, she was like a little maid.

There was even an elder who didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but scolded her, a servant girl, for not knowing how to win the meeting gift for the princess.

Han Qingwan smiled gently and decently, as if trying to smooth things over for her, "Sister, she was raised in her grandfather's house since she was a child, and she has little knowledge of etiquette, my lord, please forgive me."

Han Youning still remembers that everyone looked at her with subtle disdain at that time, because everyone knew that the second uncle who raised her was a businessman.

These lofty royal nobles enjoy and pursue gold and silver wealth, but they despise the merchants who earn money, always feel that they are full of money, and talking about money all day long is degrading.

When Han Qingwan knelt down to offer tea to Zhao Chengyuan, Zhao Chengyuan lowered his slender eyes as if he didn't see it, and did not take the teacup for a long time.

Han Qingwan knelt there, holding the teacup precariously.

Zhao Chen felt sorry for his beloved wife, and reminded him in a low voice, "Uncle Seventh Emperor, Wan'er has brought you tea."

Zhao Chengyuan raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhao Chen, his expression was indifferent and cold, "The prince should invite a nanny from the palace to teach the prince and concubine how to behave. I won't drink this tea today."

There was an uproar in the lobby.

You know, in the entire Great Zhou, besides the emperor, the most honorable person is the Seventh Emperor Uncle.The Empress Dowager Lu was the first wife of the emperor, and she got a prince like him when she was old.And the emperor's biological mother, the current queen mother, was just a noble concubine at that time.

The crown princess who was denied by the seventh emperor's uncle is almost equivalent to being labeled as unworthy of virtue, and the days to come will be sad.

Han Qingwan's eyes were reddish, she was very pitiful, "Ask Uncle Seventh Emperor, I don't know where the concubine did not follow the rules?"

Zhao Chengyuan didn't answer her a word, and tapped his fingers on the table lightly, once, once, until he touched people's hearts.

Although the crown prince was two years older than Zhao Chengyuan, he respected the emperor's uncle very much, and quickly scolded Han Qingwan, "Don't be rude, Wan'er! Kowtow to the emperor's uncle to apologize!"

Han Qingwan was so humiliated that she wanted to cry while holding her handkerchief. On the second day of her wedding, she was scolded by her husband in public. I'm afraid most newlyweds couldn't bear it.

In front of her clan elders, she did not dare to disobey the crown prince, let alone the king of Jin.

She knocked her noble forehead to the ground, not daring to discount it in the slightest, "Uncle Seven Emperors forgive me, this concubine has lost her dignity."

Zhao Chengyuan didn't seem to hear her apology, nor told her to flatten her body, but just admired the folding fan in her hand with lowered eyes.

Han Qingwan just knelt there, not daring to get up.

　The Seventh Emperor Uncle is here, do you like it?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)