Quick Wear: Daji is a Bad Woman

The queen shouted: "Okay, okay, Feng Chao will feel at ease with you."

As soon as Fengying and Fengxia heard this, she knew that the empress was waiting for Fengyang to come back to pass on the throne. The jealousy of Fengyang and the partiality of the empress made the two empresses want to rebel immediately.

Bear with it, wait for Fengyang to go to the frontier, and they will do it again when there is no one in Beijing.

It may take a year or so to calm down the chaos, and it may take ten years at most, which just gave them time to prepare.

The time of departure was very urgent. Daji was in the palace that night, and the empress practiced for her. All civil and military officials congratulated her. Prime Minister Du stood up and said that the third prince went to the battlefield unmarried. Why not get married before leaving Beijing? Leaving an heir for the royal family, if there is a problem, there will be a descendant.

The queen felt that what Prime Minister Du said was very reasonable and decided to marry Daji.

Holding the wine glass, Daji jokingly said, "Du Xiang, are you deciding whether the king will come back?"

Although Daji spoke in a joking tone, Prime Minister Du couldn't breathe due to the pressure on his body, and he didn't even dare to speak.

"Empress, the love of children will easily affect the performance of the daughter in the battlefield, why not wait for the daughter to return triumphantly and choose the princess herself."

The queen agreed, and everything was focused on the overall situation.

Daji glanced at Prime Minister Du, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, this old woman's calculations were loud enough, her youngest son Du Meng was pestering Fengyang every day, and her concubine's son secretly became Fengying's concubine, but she supported Fengying Xia, three bets.

The key point is that Du Meng is handsome and she accepts it. Thinking of Du Meng's smeared face, Daji shudders. The ugly make-up is even uglier. It's not as good as she slept with a man that night.

Thinking of that man, Daji took him to the frontier, and she was motivated to fight with a beauty by her side.

When Daji returned to the mansion, she asked about the pretty boy, and the servants said that Ji Chen had run away by himself because of Du Meng's coercion.

"Run away?" Daji stared closely at the servant's eyes, and looked at the servant's dodging eyes: "Do you know what will happen if you deceive the king?"

The servant kneeled down and told the truth.

When Daji heard that Ji Chen had been disfigured by Du Meng, she frowned slightly and sighed that it was a pity that such a beautiful face was ruined.

But in this world, she has a noble status, and she will rule the world in the future. There are many beauties, let alone disfigured ones, and she doesn't bother to seek treatment for one-night stands.

Lu Lingjiu also secretly sighed that the host is still very unfeeling towards men, and only when the other party holds his heart can he move her a little bit, such as Pluto Pei Zheng, who may move her, but it will not stay forever.

"Go down."

The servant ran away in a hurry, he was relieved to see that the prince didn't pursue it, and sighed in his heart, this Ji Chen was really humble, and the prince really didn't have any pity for him.

Before entering the door, there was a burst of pungent fragrance, and a man rushed over. Daji hurriedly stepped aside, but the other party was in vain, coquettishly pinching his throat: "Sister Feng, Menger wants to go out with you."

Daji likes beautiful men, all kinds of beautiful men are fine, but she doesn't like the sissy type, Daji has a chill and kicks Du Meng away.

This man is ugly and poisonous, and his biggest flaw is his ugliness.

"Hey~ Sister Feng, Meng'er hurts so much~"

The voice became louder a few more times, Du Meng's eyes were full of tears, his makeup was all worn out from crying, the cosmetics of this dynasty were not waterproof, and his face instantly became a palette. …

"roll."

The cold voice made Du Meng shudder, sniffled his nose, got up enduring the pain, looked at the closed door and didn't dare to cry anymore, because Du Meng felt a little guilty because he drove away Ji Chen.

Du Meng left the palace in despair.

Three days later, Daji, dressed in military uniform, led an army of to the border, and the people in Beijing stood on both sides to see the third prince off.

The empress led all the officials to stand in front of the city gate, looked at Daji who was leaving, and said proudly: "Yang'er has the demeanor of the founding empress."

His dignified temperament, outstanding appearance, and dignified appearance are exactly the same as Taizu's.

Fengying and Fengxia behind her looked at each other, hiding the murderous intent in their eyes to go along with the queen.

"The third sister is young and promising."

"Third sister is very heroic."

At this time, in the crack of the door of Goulan Courtyard, a man was lying there, watching the army leave through the crack of the door, his heart was full of grievance and sadness.

In the Feng Dynasty, a man's chastity was the most important thing, his face was destroyed, his chastity was gone, and he was tortured every day in this Goulan courtyard, all because of Fengyang.

"Where's that bitch Ji Chen?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Ji Chen couldn't help shivering. For the past few days, he was locked in the woodshed, and every time he tried to escape, he was caught and tortured.

"If your appearance is ruined, then get out and pick up the most low-level guests." The steward found Ji Chen cursingly, saw Ji Chen lying on the crack of the door peeking at the army, and mocked: "Among the three kings, dragons and phoenixes are as low as you." People deserve to see it."

"Take it away. From today onwards, he is not allowed to eat. When is he willing to pick up guests and when to eat?"

Ji Chen was dragged away again.

Five days later, Ji Chen lay dying on the ground, the door of the firewood room was pushed open, and the steward looked at the unyielding Ji Chen and spit: "The little bitch is quite stubborn, and I want to starve myself to death, but my mother won't let you As one wishes."

"Go to the doctor and see his face."

Ji Chen was forcibly drugged, opened his eyes weakly, and looked at the familiar firewood room. He was not dead.

"Doctor, how is his face?" The steward's words were still echoing in his ears.

"I've already applied medicine to him, and he'll be fine in about half a month, but the injury is too light and I'm afraid it will leave a scar."

After hearing the doctor's words, the steward said angrily: "It's better to let him die if you lose money."

Ji Chensheng was lying on the bed without love, and was forced to drink soup and barely survived. After half a month, the wounds on his face healed in various ways, leaving pale pink scars.

When the steward came over, he saw Ji Chen looking dead, and he burst into anger: "When you recover from your injury, go pick up the guests."

"You kill me." When Ji Chen spoke, his voice was hoarse, and his calm eyes were lifeless.

The steward was a middle-aged man. He looked Ji Chen up and down, thinking about the marks on his body when he was sent, and said: "You have already lost your virginity, and no one will marry you in the future. Besides, there are not many in this world. Good girl, only by relying on yourself can money bring you a sense of security."

The tone of the steward is also a person with a story.

Ji Chen blinked and looked at the steward.

Tears welled up in the steward's eyes: "Back then, I rescued a man. She was shivering in the freezing cold. I tore off her clothes and used my body to keep her warm. Later, she entered Beijing, won the first prize in the examination, and married the son of a high-ranking official." , I’m just an innocent mountain villager.”

"That person is Prime Minister Du, right?" Ji Chen heard from the Third Prince that Prime Minister Du did not come from a high family background, and if he hadn't married the grand master's daughter, he would not have reached the position of prime minister step by step.

The steward didn't speak, and turned his back: "Eat the meal, and pick up the guests tomorrow."