After thanking the villagers, Tang Youyou quickly closed the door.
Looking back, she saw the male lead, Rong Xun, glaring at her with bloodshot eyes, as if he couldn't wait to devour her alive.
In the original novel, Rong Xun was no good guy!
Tang Youyou was both ashamed and angry. Her eyes were as red as a rabbit's. She took three steps in two and frowned, shouting, "What are you staring at!"
Rong Xun didn't say a word. His face was as black as Bao Gong's.
She was the most beautiful woman in Liangzhou, with a gentle and kind heart, and was both gentle and virtuous. Could it be that she had hidden her true nature too well and showed her true colors on their wedding night, acting even more recklessly than a brute!
Rong Xun felt wronged. If he had known his new wife was like this, he should have been more on guard. This was marriage fraud, blatant deception!
Looking at the pout on the male lead's face, his handsome appearance was extremely charming.
Tang Youyou rolled her eyes in disdain. "Come on, stop pretending. Don't think I don't know you're a big bad wolf just because you're acting like a little white rabbit!"
She began rummaging around the room again. Finally, she found her dowry and picked out a piece of clothing. She went to a blind spot where Rong Xun couldn't see and started changing.
Rong Xun could only hear the rustling sound. He really couldn't understand how the Tang Youyou who had forced the prime minister to defect through marriage could become so strange overnight.
"Let me tell you, I don't care what you do. I won't envy you even if you achieve great success in the future." Tang Youyou finally put on a plain white silk dress and casually pulled up her long hair.
She got rid of her down - and - out look. She walked around to the head of the bed, crossed her arms, and looked down at Rong Xun, who had a gloomy face. She added lazily, "In short, our marriage doesn't count. Anyway, we haven't consummated it..."
Just then, there was a loud "crack". It was like a thunderbolt out of the blue.
The lightning seemed to have eyes and pierced straight through the roof, striking Tang Youyou on the head.
"My lady!"
Amid Rong Xun's exclamation, Tang Youyou felt an electric shock all over her body. The pain turned into numbness, and smoke came out of her seven orifices. She was completely charred and fell to the ground with a "thud".
Tang Youyou was stunned, completely stunned.
When she found herself stuck in the rice - field canal, her clear black - and - white eyes stared straight into the eyes of an old farmer passing by.
The sky was a dim gray, covered in a hazy mist.
The water on her back trickled down, as if soothing the nerves that had just been "fried on the outside and tender on the inside" by the lightning.
Oh?
She had been reborn again?
"Miss, are you running away from marriage?"
Tang Youyou could guess the next conversation without thinking, but she still couldn't help but humbly plead, "Save me, sir! Pull me out! Please!"
Social death wasn't really that scary. What was scary was continuous social death!
Before returning to Rong Xun's small dwelling, the disheveled Tang Youyou kept reflecting on why she had encountered so many strange things. Did being the female lead mean she had to follow the plot and have no freedom at all?
If she had known this, she shouldn't have opened that cheesy romance novel!
"Mr. Rong, your little wife is back for you!" The old farmer pushed open the bedroom door. At a glance, he saw the handsome groom lying prostrate on the couch in the red curtain, with his hands tied. The air was silent for a long time.
Rong Xun's gloomy eyes were fixed firmly on Tang Youyou, with a blood - thirsty glint in them.
It was really a case of a tiger being bullied by dogs when it fell to the plain. He, the third prince, had ended up in such a situation and was even played by his new bride!
He had lost all his face!
Tang Youyou walked into the room listlessly. She turned around and closed the door. A lively young girl had died twice in one day. She was completely dazed.
Seeing her dejected look, Rong Xun's pent - up anger from being trapped all night finally eased a bit. He gave a cold snort.
Tang Youyou still didn't bother to talk to him. She had experienced the pain of shattering her body when jumping off a cliff and the horror of having smoke come out of her seven orifices when being struck by lightning. She never wanted to go through that again. She skillfully found her dowry bag, took out a plain white dress, changed into it without saying a word, and sat down on the chair by the bed.
"Aren't you going to untie your husband?" Rong Xun said in a deep voice, with a hint of anger. It was as if only his soul was alive, and his aching body no longer belonged to him.
Tang Youyou was extremely depressed. Since this romance novel didn't allow the male and female leads to go their separate ways, it didn't force her to be nice to the male lead either!
"Aren't you so capable? Untie yourself, you scumbag!" She gave Rong Xun a disdainful look and then flopped down like a pile of mud.
Oh, God! Could she ever return to reality...
But then she thought, in this book, she seemed to be able to be reborn infinitely. Didn't that mean she had an immortal body and the bonus of foresight?
Rong Xun's face was as black as a pot. Tang Youyou was really daring to provoke him!
"Bang!"
Suddenly, there was a sharp whistling sound beside them. A dart penetrated the silk - paper window and stuck straight into the head of the bed.
If it weren't for the small sword hanging from the dart with a note attached, Tang Youyou would have suspected that the male lead had angered everyone and someone had come to take his life!
Everything is ready, just waiting for the east wind.
That's what it said on the note. Tang Youyou thought for a long time and guessed that this was probably an invitation for the male lead to go to Xuzhou to discuss countermeasures.
Since she couldn't break up the couple, why not just outlive the male lead? As long as she survived to the end, what did it matter if she was tortured or not?
Thinking of this, Tang Youyou smiled maliciously. Rong Xun felt his scalp tingle at her smile. Then, he was dragged by Tang Youyou with the red silk and rushed out of the door...
He didn't know how he got to Xuzhou. His head was broken, and his elbows were bruised.
They took a peasant's ox - cart from Changshou Village, transferred to a carriage in the county town, and then rushed to Xuzhou.
During this period, Tang Youyou held on to the red silk tightly. Everyone who saw them felt sorry for the poor groom who seemed to have been "robbed of his bride".
Xuzhou was different from the small village at the foot of Tianmen Mountain. The long street seemed to have no end. There were countless peddlers on both sides of the road. Pedestrians walked and stopped. There were tall buildings, pavilions, and waterside pavilions. People in gorgeous clothes could be seen everywhere.
She threw Rong Xun in the inn, rummaged through his silver, and went on a free - style tour in ancient times.
"One bowl of sour plum soup!"
"Yes, yes, this one. What's it called? Lotus cream?"
"Pear cakes are fine too!"
Tang Youyou bought everything without hesitation. If she had a mobile phone, she would definitely take pictures and show off on her WeChat Moments.
It had to be said that Chinese culture was extensive and profound. Even in the world of this book, the sugar figurines were so lifelike that they were truly master - crafted.
However, while Tang Youyou was shopping and eating, she didn't notice at all how eye - catching her behavior as a nouveau riche was.
Beside the Cuibo Pond, tired from walking, she took a rest under the shade of a tree. Looking at the Hongyang chickens that were extinct in modern times jumping around on the shore, she suddenly thought that it wasn't so bad to stay in this book without the pressure of heavy schoolwork and life.
A gentle breeze blew. A sack was suddenly put over her head. Tang Youyou's vision went black. She struggled and shouted, but then she was hit on the back of the head with a club, and her consciousness faded away.
Tang Youyou was woken up by the "ding - dong" sound. Her head was splitting with pain. She supported her head and squinted. She was exposed to the sun. There was a cave in the mountain in the valley. Many people were coming out of the cave carrying heavy stones on their backs.
Those people were all sallow - faced and wearing ragged coarse clothes. It was obvious that they had suffered a lot.
In contrast, there was a man in a long black robe. He had a bun on his head with a crown. His face was as white as jade. Because he was too fair, his dark circles were especially prominent, giving him an air of scholarly refinement.
But in his hand was a rattan whip. Whenever someone was lazy, the whip would surely fall on that person.
The beaten person would let out a shrill scream. Some couldn't hold on and fell to the ground, but then quickly got up tremblingly and continued working.