The peasant girl who escaped the desert: she cried when she found the cruel prince

Chapter 292 The Unrivaledly Beautiful Bride
The short man calmed down for a moment, then breathed heavily and said, "I'm from Yong'an Village!"

In the crowd, Lao Fan's eyes were filled with fear. Didn't this fool know what happened in front of the city gate?

Jing Li glanced at Lao Fan's guilty expression: "You still won't tell the truth, right? Brother Huang, it seems that you didn't have enough strength just now!"

"Bah!" Huang Biao spat and then stepped forward, heading towards the other side of the man's collarbone.

The man shouted hurriedly: "I said it, I said it! Ah!"

Before he could explain, Huang Biao stabbed him again, this time much more powerful than the previous one.

"But I'm impatient to listen to you now!" Huang Biao stared at the people in the prison: "If you take the initiative to confess, you will suffer less. If you still want to be like him, I don't mind working hard." .”

Before the short man could explain, the people in the prison couldn't bear it anymore. The thin man whose ears had been cut off stood up first: "Girl, ask me, I will tell you everything!"

Jing Li glanced at the man in surprise, thinking he was a tough guy. Unexpectedly, he started to explain himself before it was his turn.

Lao Fan lowered his voice and said: "Sardmonkey, don't do anything wrong!"

The thin man named Lehou stood up and said with tears in his eyes: "We came from Yecheng. A nobleman came from Yecheng. He said that something would happen soon in Chang'an, so the superiors asked us to come here to take advantage of the opportunity." Troublemaker!"

"Yecheng?" Jingli pondered for a moment: "Has the White Lotus Army reached Yecheng?"

"Weren't we still in Yiyang a while ago?" This White Lotus Army is quite fast.

The monkey was startled. The girl had already guessed it before he said he was the White Lotus Army.

Jing Li glanced at him and sneered: "Other than the White Lotus Army who has the strength and dares to come to Chang'an to cause trouble, who else can use such sinister tactics?"

"Tell me! Who are the White Lotus Army members here?" Jing Li pointed at the people in the cell and said, "Do you want me to pick them out, or do you want to come forward on your own initiative?"

Then, the hungry people in the prison looked on in shock. Many people around them stood up, and some of them were acquaintances.

"Silly boy, when did you, a bastard, become a member of the White Lotus Army?" the villagers around him asked in panic.

Chang'an is relatively good compared to other places. With Tantai Lin in charge, the power of the White Lotus Army is not so easy to penetrate.

In the hearts of these villagers, no matter what the court does, the White Lotus Army is a full-fledged rebel who wants to confiscate their homes and exterminate their clans.

Now that they see someone around them being the White Lotus Army, no matter how honest they are, they should understand that people like themselves are being used as swords.

Hanwa knelt on the ground and said to the villager: "Uncle, I'm sorry, it's me who has caused you trouble!"

The old uncle said with a look of hatred on his face: "You, you are confused!"

Under the testimony of Lehou and others, almost half of the hungry people were from the White Lotus Army. It is conceivable that many people got in due to the locust plague.

"Uncle Dafu, these people are probably in Chang'an. They still have strongholds and personnel in various counties. Let Brother Huang accompany you to interrogate them carefully. Be sure to find out their details!"

Jingli stood up and asked Lao Fan: "That noble person from Chang'an's past is Yang Shiyue, Princess of Lingyue?"

Lao Fan was shocked. The leprechauns and the others didn't know about this!
How did this girl know?
Jing Li sneered: "Other than her, who else can know the timing so clearly!"

Yang Shiyue was reborn, so she must have known about the locust plague. If she didn't take advantage of the situation and do something, she would be sorry for the golden finger of her rebirth.

Yang Shiyue was in a good mood at this time, and she was walking in the yard prepared for her by Chen Yuzhang.

Along the way, there are flowers blooming and red silk hanging high. It is said that this was once the residence of a certain prince.

Cui Hu beside him couldn't help but said: "Princess, Mr. Chen is really attentive to you!" Yang Shiyue pursed her lips and smiled: "Then don't call me Princess again. After I come out of Chang'an, I will no longer be Dafeng Dynasty. The princess of the county."

"after."

"I'll call you Mrs. Chen from now on!" someone behind her said affectionately.

The smile on Yang Shiyue's face could no longer be suppressed, and Cuihu stepped back knowingly.

Chen Yuzhang stepped forward and took Yang Shiyue's hand: "What does a princess have? One day, I will definitely give you the honor that all women in the world can only dream of!"

Yang Shiyue lowered her head shyly, not daring to look into Chen Yuzhang's eyes.

Chen Yuzhang thought she didn't believe it and said hurriedly: "What I said is true. Sooner or later, I will use this world as a betrothal gift and let you stand beside me with infinite glory."

"I believe that Yulang, with his civility, Taoism and martial arts, will be the overlord of this world sooner or later!" Yang Shiyue said gently leaning against Chen Yuzhang.

She naturally believed in him. In his previous life, he had gone through a lot of hardships and finally reached the supreme position, and he also honored her in the world.

But in her previous life, she experienced such unbearable humiliation of national subjugation, as well as her mother Princess Xiushan's scandalous romantic history, that after entering the middle palace, she was always criticized by the old ministers.

She was said to be unworthy of her position and the dignity of a queen. Chen Yuzhang tried his best to maintain her honor in the harem of the former dynasty.

And she suffered humiliation amidst all kinds of cynicism from the palace concubines.

When she came back to this life, she had known Chen Yuzhang a long time ago. Without those Yingying Yanyan, she also gave Chen Yuzhang a lot of help.

This winter, Tantai Lin will die on the battlefield.

At that time, with the inside information she planted in Chang'an City, Chen Yuzhang would dominate the world ten years earlier than in his previous life.

This time, she took the most credit, can those old ministers still use her as an excuse?

There were also those restless concubines. This time, she wanted to see if they were still as rampant as in the previous life.

Chen Yuzhang hugged Yang Shiyue: "We are so happy that we can't invite my mother-in-law to come over. No one from your family comes, do you feel aggrieved?"

Yang Shiyue lowered her head and had a flash of gloom in her eyes. When she raised her head again, she smiled sadly: "Yu Lang knows that although I am in the royal family, I don't agree with the people in the royal family."

"As long as Yulang is around, it doesn't matter whether those so-called relatives are there or not!"

"It's just, Yulang, will you dislike me because of them?"

Chen Yuzhang clicked on her pink lips: "You are not allowed to say such things in the future. We met at the end of our childhood. At that time, I was still a poor scholar with nothing to show for it."

"You have never disliked me, and you have given me so much support. Who do I have to dislike you!"

Yang Shiyue leaned on Chen Yuzhang's chest and choked with sobs: "Yu Lang doesn't know, I'm so afraid that someone will talk about my origin and the royal family in the future!"

Chen Yuzhang hugged her and stroked her cheek with his fingers: "Fool, do you really think that one day I am dead?"

"For now, don't think too much, just prepare for our wedding with peace of mind. I want to see an unparalleledly beautiful bride in ten days!"

"Yulang!" Yang Shiyue said coquettishly, her voice ending in an infinitely soft tone.

Behind the rockery, someone looked at the beautiful couple coldly, with hatred in their eyes that could not be hidden.

(End of this chapter)