Embroidered color and fragrance

Chapter 12 Intention
When Su Wanru woke up, she was in a study room, which was not as simple as a study room.

There are books on all sides, a table in the middle, and only one lamp on the table. Under the lamp, there is a man.

He was wearing a dark and luxurious brocade robe inlaid with gold thread. He was leaning on a chair with a pair of slender and powerful legs resting on the table. He had a good-looking side profile, a high nose, and long eyelashes that were thick and slender, covering his deep and dark eyes. The curvature of the chin was firm and cold, and an inexplicable sense of oppression exuded from the whole body.

Su Wanru sized him up, got up from the soft couch, the man looked at her with a smile, and said happily, "Su..." Before he could finish speaking, Su Wanru took a step back in shock, and blurted out, "Marquis of Zhennan."

The moment she fainted, she thought about many possibilities, but she never thought that the person who arrested her was Shen Zhan.

Why did he arrest her? Didn't he compare the portraits that day?

Did he recognize her by that ugly portrait?
She managed to escape from the Pingjiang Mansion, but she was still going to die in the gutter?
Su Wanru twiddled the three words in her mouth, Shen Zhan's face darkened, and she gritted her teeth and said, "What are you calling me?"

She was a little scared, took a step back, and saluted, "Minnv kowtowed to Lord Hou, and I don't know what order the Lord has for inviting the girl to come late at night."

As soon as she retreated, there was a distance of seven or eight feet between them. He stood up abruptly, but he was in front of her in two steps. He watched her stare, "You call me Marquis?"

Su Wanru stepped back and asked tentatively, "Then what are you calling?"

Don't call you Marquis, do you call your ancestor?Su Wanru didn't know what he meant.

Shen Zhan got even angrier, grabbed her neck, and stared at her angrily: "What are you calling for? Calling ancestors!" The anger in his chest was burning. She didn't recognize him that day in Jinxiufang. I was afraid so I pretended not to know him.

But now that there is no one around, she actually called her Lord Hou one by one.

This stupid woman doesn't remember her.

Su Wanru couldn't breathe, but she couldn't figure out what this man was talking about. They didn't know each other. Isn't it normal to call him a noble title? She was terrified, and breathlessly said: "What does the Marquis mean, the girl doesn't understand. "

Her whitish lips turned red from being bitten by her, her small face was flushed red, her prickly eyes were stained with mist, and she looked at him watery, as if she was about to drown someone.

Inexplicably, his heart shrank, and the strength in his hands increased with hatred, "I really don't understand!"

The murderous look on his face made Su Wanru despair. No matter what his reasons were, she might not be able to leave alive.

Die or die, she pulled him along.

Su Wanru stared at her, pulled out the silver hairpin and stabbed at Shen Zhan with all her might.

Let's die together!
Shen Zhan grabbed her hand without any haste.

When she squeezed it, it hurt like a bone crack, she couldn't bear the force, and the hairpin fell off in her hand.

Shen Zhan poked her on the forehead with contempt, "You still want to kill me with this little ability." After finishing the sentence, he stared straight at her, "If you want me to die in your hands, I'm afraid you need to change the method."

Shameless!
Su Wanru was furious, bit her lip and trembled, "Do you want to humiliate me? If you want to kill me, please be quick."

"The mouth is better than the brain." Shen Zhan raised his hand to wipe her tears, suppressing his anger and said: "Useless things."

He held the knife in his hand all year round, and her face ached from the calluses on her fingertips. She couldn't let it go and could only endure it, "It doesn't matter if I'm useful or not. Master Hou doesn't want to be a man. mesa."

Anyway, she was going to die, so she went all out.

"You want to provoke me to kill you." He snorted coldly, let go of his hand and threw her out, sat down angrily, and looked at her with his legs crossed, "Master changed his mind."

Stupid woman, if she says he is Xiao Xiao, he should kill her.

Su Wanru fell down on the ground, clutched her chest and coughed, her face gradually changed from pale to reddish, she gasped and looked up at her, angrily said: "Even if my identity is going to die, it should be Zhao Zhiang himself Interrogating and arresting Habayashi Wei, just because you are a mere Zhennanhou, you are not qualified to kill me."

"What's your identity?" His expression changed, and he said jokingly, "Why doesn't the Lord know."

She sneered: "Master Hou, why pretend to be stupid? Why did you arrest me? You don't know?"

"A little embroiderer is still screaming." He leaned back in the chair again, with his legs resting on the table, his arrogance was cold and calm, "but I like it. From today on, you are my man, be happy .”

He doesn't know her identity?Su Wanru looked at him in disbelief, the playfulness in his eyes was undisguised.

He was humiliating her, Su Wanru was even more angry, "This is as vulgar as yours, and there is nothing to be happy about."

"I'm a rough person." Shen Zhan looked at her, not simply looking at her, but extremely aggressive, as if he wanted to strip her naked, "It's up to you if you like it or not, as long as you like it." He said He glanced at her and forced her to come over, pretending to kill her like frightening a child, "If you are dishonest, I will kill you right away."

Inexplicably, Su Wanru believed that he was definitely not threatening casually, but would really do it.

Now she faintly felt that perhaps this person's arrest had nothing to do with her identity.

Because this person is mentally ill.

She subconsciously covered her collar, and felt that she looked weak, so she let go and said mockingly: "So, Master Hou just arrested me because of my beauty."

"Show face." Shen Zhan sneered, "I say I'm beautiful. Look at your skinny and dry appearance. Apart from your face, where else do you look like a woman?"

She just said it casually, but she was speechless immediately after being blocked by him.

She couldn't help but think of that day in Jinxiufang, when he said bluntly that she had a good life... If it was true what he said, was it just because of this that he arrested her?
But she wasn't happy at all, she just felt humiliated.

Thinking in her heart, she looked up at Shen Zhan again, remembering his background, she heard that her mother gave birth to him in a ruined temple, and until he joined the army at the age of 15, both mother and child had a miserable life. He washes clothes and makes shoes for others, while he works as a street gangster outside, killing people and setting fires.

Because of his great reputation, Zhao Zhiang took a fancy to him, and hired a gentleman to teach him how to read a few words. After a few years, he rushed to the battlefield like a god, and shocked the world with his shocking generals.

Shen Zhan was Zhao Zhiang's surprise, and it was also the beginning of the bad luck of the Later Song Dynasty. No one would have thought that such a vulgar person with no background and could not even read a few words would actually change the pattern of the world.

She thought of the heads of thousands of Later Song soldiers hanging on the city wall, of the corpses he gouged out and ate, of her father and brother... her blood surged with hatred.

"What?" Shen Zhan looked at her.

The feeling of being destroyed just now disappeared the moment he pushed her away. Thinking of Su Ji, she no longer had the courage to fight.

After weighing it, she looked at him and said, "Minnv doesn't understand what Lord Hou means."

"Pig brains?" His impatient eyes swept over her and fell on her small earlobe, which was delicate and round. He subconsciously licked his dry lips, took the teacup and poured the tea into his mouth, "Sing , dancing, warming the bed and making the quilt."

Su Wanru frowned, what he said was of course not arty, it was clearly the skill of serving people.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint Lord Hou." She stood up and stroked her wrinkled skirt, "No girl knows about these things."

Snapped!
"I won't do this, and I won't do that, how can you be my master's woman." He dropped the teacup and lifted her off the ground, "Take off your clothes, will you?"

(End of this chapter)