Grudge Breaker

-"Choose a day...to sacrifice the Lord alive to honor the heaven and the earth."

Hearing this, Sang Pu's legs weakened and he fell back on the bed. He was speechless for a long time. He finally calmed down and his face looked calmer than before.

"How about Xiangrui?"

"Thanks to the girl, it recovered quickly. The wounds have scabbed over and recovery is just around the corner."

Sang Pu nodded. If she remembered correctly, the uncle-in-law had always been in charge of such matters as offering sacrifices and praying for blessings. He lingered in other courtyards all day long, and his desire to seek after her was obvious. Maybe...success or failure depended on this.
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When Sang Pu returned to the other courtyard with a pale face, it was already the time to light up the lanterns. When her mother saw her, her face was filled with false concern, but her words were mocking, "Oh, little ancestor, you are back, you just said you were dyed." I have an emergency, I wonder...will the girl still be innocent after recovering from the illness?"

Ignoring her meanness, Sang Pu only cared about one thing at the moment, "Mom, is Uncle Guo here today?"

"How could you not come? He has been waiting for you for eight days. Oh my god! Uncle Guo is really a good fortune teller. He just said that if you come back, the first thing you will do is to look for him."

Sang Pu changed into a brighter skirt, thought about it, and put on makeup that was brighter than before, and then he supported his weak body and went to Uncle Guo's special box.

Uncle Guo's eyes widened when he saw her, and he waved his hand to let all the girls waiting around him go out. Ever since they met at the Mid-Autumn Moon Appreciation Banquet at Lord Zhao's house, he had been thinking about this tender meat.

"Sang Pu, you are finally back. Come and sit down quickly so that my father-in-law can take a good look at you. Why does it seem like you are getting better after not seeing each other for a few days?"

Sang Pu followed his words and sat next to Uncle Guo, picked up the jade bottle and poured wine for him, "You are as heroic and extraordinary as ever, and you feel refreshed. I think you are in for a happy event."

Uncle Guo laughed loudly, and the smell of wine was nauseating. He grabbed Sang Pu's hand, squeezed and kissed it, and immediately pulled her into his arms, caressing his shoulders and arms, and slid towards her. The softness of the chest and the boneless waist.

Sang Pu had a smile on his face, but secretly wanted to bite the tip of his tongue to bleed.

"Sang Pu, whether it's a happy event or a funeral, isn't it just a matter of your words?"

"Uncle Guo is joking. People in Sangpu dare not speak nonsense, but seeing your face glowing red must be a good sign."

By pouring wine for Uncle Guo, she left the shackles of his overflowing desires without leaving a trace, "Sang Pu offers you a drink, and I wish Uncle Guo good luck in the Tianzhi Minggui Festival he is hosting this time."

Uncle Guo raised his eyebrows, "What does the beauty mean by this?"

"The appearance of a pure white peacock during the ceremony is a good omen that is rare in a century, and its intention to catch the next ringing arrow shows its intention to pray for blessings and ward off disasters for the people, indicating that our future will be smooth and prosperous, and our foundation will last for thousands of years. Changqing, your Majesty will definitely reward my uncle with great pleasure from Long Yan. What's more, now that auspiciousness has been cured, everything goes well."

The uncle laughed even more wildly when he heard this, "Okay, okay! Turn evil into good luck! You have found a good reason for my prince to ask for a reward, but... the beauty is so transparent, she must be very clear about what I want. What?" As he spoke, a pair of eyes seemed to have stripped Sang Pu naked.

At the Mid-Autumn Moon Appreciation Banquet that day, Sang Pu and Mo Tingfeng left the banquet one after another and came back together in pairs. Uncle Guo saw everything in his eyes. How could he not notice their subtle thoughts? In the final analysis, he knew Mo Tingfeng suffered this fate because of this affection.

For uncle Guo, he doesn't care at all who Sang Puxin belongs to, it is enough for the person who gets her. Life is short, and it is great wisdom to enjoy yourself in every moment.
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"Beauty, you said that there are happy events in our country, and the wedding ceremony is the most important joy in life. You can't break your promise."

Sang Pu sat stiffly. He wanted to argue again, but he opened his mouth and swallowed it back. He just filled the cup for Uncle Guo.

"The eighth day of the next month is a good day. According to Uncle Guo, how about getting married on that day? But before that, I would like to ask Uncle Guo to be patient for a few more days. Sang Pu hopes to give you a complete body on the wedding day. "

"Okay, okay! Okay! The chief priest of the Mo family has worked hard and achieved great results this time. He has been promoted to the fourth rank and will receive a reward of 10,000 taels!"

Sang Pu gently twitched the corner of her mouth and drank another glass of wine on the table. This was the first glass of wine she drank in her life. Wasn't it said that this thing forgets worries? Liar. It was obvious that the influx of alcohol into my heart made me feel heart-wrenching pain, and my whole body was burned with nowhere to vent it. When she returned to Wuqingju late at night, she just found scissors and cut the clothes she wore when she met her uncle today into thin strips of cloth. She was still upset, so she found a brazier and burned them bit by bit. Then she took a bath and cut her shoulders and waist. The areas he had touched had almost lost a layer of skin.

The sky was gradually turning white. She was sitting at the table and stroking the guqin. Her face was as pale as paper, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
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The next day.

On the eighth day of next month, my uncle is going to marry the world-famous artist Sang Pu as his concubine. This news has spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital.

Mo Tingfeng was let back. He hadn't shaved for nine days, his face was full of tiredness and his eyes were full of stubble, but he went straight to Wuqingju, but Sang Pu didn't see him.

He stood at the door and kept knocking, calling Sang Pu one after another. Due to his status, although the director of the other courtyard had a headache, he couldn't stop him and could only let him do what he wanted. In a place like the other courtyard, this was the time when the girls were resting. When he made trouble, the girls refused to comply. They threw things in the room to vent their anger, pointed at Sang and scolded the flowers, and Sang Pu had to open the door when he heard the noise around him.

When she saw the look of the person outside the door, her heart froze, but her face remained calm, "Congratulations to Mr. Mo for reaching the fourth rank. You have made a great journey since then."

"Sang Pu! Are the rumors true? Do you really want to..." Mo Tingfeng ignored etiquette and hurriedly pulled her arm to seek an answer.

She broke away from the hand holding her, closed the door and motioned for him to sit down, and poured another cup of tea for Mo Tingfeng.

"Young master, you have already heard about it, so why are you so stingy about saying congratulations to me?"

"Sang Pu, I would rather die now than have you do this to me." His eyes were red and he looked almost out of control.

Sang Pu laughed and said, "I'm afraid Mr. Mo has misunderstood. I was born in Golan, and being favored by my uncle is a sign of my ancestor's protection. This kind of blessing is something that no one can envy. Why is Mr. Mo so disappointed?"

"You obviously wanted to save me but were afraid that I would feel guilty. You deliberately said this to make me feel relieved. Sang Pu, how could I not understand? I will take you away now, and we will fly far away."

Hearing him say that he was going to fly far away, Sang Pu's eyes moved slightly, but he quickly suppressed it, "Go?" For some people, the world is so big, but for some people, the world is so small.

"What kind of relationship do Mr. Mo think we have? Why do you take me far away? How do you think I am willing to go far away with you?"

"Do you really understand me? What do you think I want from walking around among noble people all day long? How do you know for sure that my desire to marry Uncle Guo is not sincere?"

"Mr. Mo, we are just passers-by who met by chance and barely walked together for a while. Please pay attention to your identity."

Every word Sang Pu said was a sharp knife, cutting each other's blood dripping with blood.

She stood up and opened the door, deliberately walking in an enchanting manner.

"If you have nothing to do, please come back, sir. To be honest, I was tortured in bed by my uncle Guo all night last night, and he didn't let me back until dawn. I'm feeling tired right now, and I just want to have a good sleep."

Seeing that he was sitting as still as a statue, she stopped trying to persuade him. She closed the door and went to the dressing table. She applied rich colors to her face and lips, colors that she would never touch in the past.

Finally, with a very rosy face, he walked towards Mo Tingfeng, sat in his arms without warning, and gently stroked his face, "That's all, Mr. Mo just wants to do that kind of thing with me. Well, while you are still married, come and let Sang Pu take good care of the young master, I promise to make you want to die." After saying that, he went to untie the belt around his waist.

Mo Tingfeng pushed her away like an electric shock, stood up, stumbled to the door, took a deep look at her again, turned around and opened the door.

"I think you're dirty."