Chapter 157

Wei iris just shook her head and sighed, "a dead man who has not long lived is still so arrogant and domineering."

When mammy Li's face sank, she hurried to Wei iris's face to show her ferocity: "little bitch, now you are dying, you dare to speak up."

"Since you know that I am a princess, do you still do disobedience? Is it death or something?" Wei iris looks at mammy Li with a smile. There is no panic in her eyes.

"Ha ha, even if I know, you know, what's the use of your two servant girls knowing? As long as you enter Wushan stronghold, no one will believe what you said. " Mammy Li smiled.

"How are you, girl?" I saw a scholar dressed up to lift the curtain slowly came.

Although mammy Li's eyes were disdainful, she still blessed the scholar.

Behind the scholars are ah Qing and Yin Sheng. They see Wei iris lying on the bed, her face showing both joy and heartache.

Wei took a wary look at the scholar. He had a beautiful face and a green suit. She went up to him and said, "the stronghold leader asked me to come to see the girl's injury."

Wei irises ignores him and holds the hands of a Qing and Yin Sheng directly: "how are you doing?"

"The people here don't embarrass us. They are good to eat and drink, but the food is too bad." A Qing wrinkled his nose.

"You, master, it's good to get a life back. We really need to thank the people here. Maybe the wolf will take it away. We have heard that the stronghold leader will get married in a few days. Thinking that my female worker is still good, we helped the stronghold leader stay up late to make a wedding dress. " Yin Sheng looks at the scholar gratefully.

I'm afraid they don't know that these people are responsible for their suffering.

"Ah Qing, go down first, Yinsheng. I have something to discuss with this gentleman." Wei said quietly.

After the two retired, the scholar in blue sat on the wooden chair beside the bed of Wei iris.

"Are you the lobbyist of the stronghold leader?" Wei iris looks at the scholars. How can such a beautiful person fall into the grass. It's true that you can't look like a person.

The scholar smiled and said, "yes."

"I can promise to marry your stronghold leader, but I want you to send my two maids down the mountain before I get married." If she escapes alone, it's OK to say, but she's not sure with two people. Why not send them down the mountain first.

The scholar nodded after a moment of silence.

Before leaving, Yinsheng tearfully held Wei's hand: "master, why don't you come down the mountain with us?"

"Silly girl, I haven't got a good wound yet. I can't stand the turbulence." Wei said with a smile.

"Then let the maidservant stay and take care of the master." Silver Sheng said obstinately.

A Qing is smart. She knows that Wei does this. On the one hand, she doesn't want them to be her burden, and on the other hand, she wants to tell the news.

"My good sister, the master will naturally go back to find us when he is well." A Qing left with the people on the silver Sheng.

The people in the stockade take good care of her. The wound on Wei iris's body has healed, but her arm seems to be cut by sharp rocks, leaving a long scar. The newly grown pink meat is in sharp contrast with the white arm, which looks a little shocking.

But at the moment, she didn't want to get rid of the scar. Wei iris stroked the scar and her thoughts drifted away with the clouds in the sky.

"The mountain wind in Wushan is fierce. The girl's body hasn't recovered completely. Why did she come out alone?" The scholar stood beside her in white with a smile.

He stood tall, squinting his eyes at the warm sun. His golden eyes fell on his cheek through the tree shadow, unable to see his expression at the moment.

"I heard that your stronghold leader is not close to women. Why not me?"

"My fair lady and gentleman are fond of beauty. Who makes the beauty of the country come from her?" The scholar's delicate lips are slightly raised. He smiles and looks at Wei iris.

"Gentleman? Are bandits and bandits also called gentlemen Wei irises smiles disdainfully.

The scholar's eyes trembled slightly, and his thin lips showed a cold arc.

While talking, Wei iris had lowered a sharp edge on the scholar's chest: "I got this knife from the kitchen. I don't know how many cattle and sheep the cook had killed with this knife."

There was no panic on the scholar's face, and the brilliance of the blade like water reflected his handsome face.

"Is the girl going to repay her kindness?"

Wei iris's eyes are cold. She has calculated and been calculated by others, but she has never killed anyone by herself. If this person has ulterior motives, she will kill him without hesitation.

"The girl's heart is very cruel." When he said this, he was still smiling, but it was cold.

The sharp edge in Wei iris's hand suddenly makes an effort. It penetrates the light skin of the clothes and cuts through the peaceful skin. A trace of blood red soaks the white clothes, just like the abnormal enchantment of the red maple in autumn.

"If I don't guess wrong, you are the stronghold leader of Wushan stronghold. What I didn't expect is that the stronghold leader was a handsome scholar in white with a big body and a disgusting face." That day, when he easily allowed Yinsheng and a Qing to go down the mountain, she had already doubted, and she was more determined to see how respectful the people in the stronghold were to him.

After all, for these rogues, they are bound to win the battle by force, but these people are willing to salute a scholar, which inevitably shows the different identity of the scholar.

"It seems that the girl misunderstands the bandits. They are not mean people. Those who rob and rob may not be evil people. What they lack is just an opportunity." The scholar's thin lips played back and forth, and his deep voice was integrated with the rustling leaves in the wind.

While talking, the scholar reached out his hand and quickly grasped Wei iris's finger, and suddenly took her to his bosom. The two men rolled in the thick leaves.

The scholar smiled and pressed Wei iris to death. Mo Yu's eyes were full of starlight: "the girl's nature is just right for me."

"You are nothing but a apprentice disguised as a humble young master." Wei iris snorted coldly.

"It's romantic to be a ghost under the peony." The scholar chuckled and blew a breath towards Wei's earlobe. Fortunately, he didn't make any further moves, but got up quickly and arranged his clothes.

Wei iris glared at the scholar angrily from behind. Suddenly, she raised her blade and stabbed at the scholar. The scholar suddenly stepped back, but most of the cloud sleeves had been cut by Wei iris.