"You..." Murongde was so angry that he couldn't speak, and his facial features became very distorted and ugly because of his anger.
"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you arrest me quickly?" Murongde shouted at his four followers.
The four followers listened to the instructions and walked towards Shen Wan.
"Who dares to touch me?" Shen Wan's expression changed and she shouted loudly.
The four followers were shocked by Shen Wan and looked at their master, who stopped moving forward.
Shen Wan looked at Murong De with contempt and said: "Who are you? You dare to let people arrest me. But a mere white man, neither an official nor a soldier, dares to arrest Dongchen people on the street. What's wrong with you? You Do you want to stay in jail for a few months again?"
When he heard the word prison, Murong De's eyes couldn't help but twitch. He really didn't want to go into that kind of hellish place again.
"Who is this girl? She is too arrogant." Wu Ji looked at Shen Wan jealously.
Yes, it's just jealousy. As a dancer, even if she is unhappy, she has to smile when facing men and please them. Except for slaves, she has never dared to talk to men like this woman.
"Who are you?" Murongde asked, gritting his teeth and looking at the woman in front of him.
Shen Wan lowered her head slightly, blew it, and a strand of broken hair floated to her forehead. She looked at Murong De sideways and said, "I just went to the prison for a few months and you forgot about me?"
Did he know this woman? Murongde began to think hard.
One onlooker said: "This seems to be General Song's eldest wife." He had seen General Song holding her during the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival.
"Yes, she is Mrs. Song."
"Mrs. Song, isn't that the one who said Murong De had treasonous intentions and had him slapped and sent to prison?"
"is her."
"is her."
"That's her."
A few months later, Mrs. Song came to deal with Murong De again.
"I asked, how could she have such courage? It turns out that she is Mrs. Song."