"Huang Bogao, I'll say it here today. If you let that Meng woman enter the mansion or even touch a finger of hers, then the fate between us as husband and wife will end. From now on, the bridge is the bridge, the road is the road, you and I have nothing to do with each other. " Lady Qi pulled out the dagger at her waist and stabbed it into the table. Huang Song was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and didn't dare to move. The more he acted like this, the more sad and uncomfortable Lady Qi was, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Ma, Madam — if you have something to say, let's talk it out. Don't draw your knife so easily —"
Huang Song felt a headache coming on. Looking at the shiny blade, he didn't dare to provoke Lady Qi.
"If you have something to say, then of course we should talk it out. But now, I have nothing to say to you."
Lady Qi looked at Huang Song with slightly red eyes. Back then, because she liked him, she didn't mind his background and insisted on marrying him.
Now that Huang Song was the Prefecture Overseer of Haozhou, he was much more powerful than her family.
Even so, Lady Qi still had her own pride and persistence.
The person she loved was Huang Song, who completely belonged to her. This Huang Song was her husband and the father of her child.
If this person had a new lover and took another woman as a concubine, she would rather bear the pain and abandon him than share him with others.
"Madam, you can't just let this matter go. What do you think … all men in the world are like that … I'm the same …"
Madam Qi frowned and said angrily, "What are you? You are also an ordinary man. Do you want to have a group of concubines? "
Huang Song was most afraid of this madam, he loved her and feared her at the same time. Seeing that she was angry, he quickly knelt behind her and massaged her shoulders and back.
"Madam, I didn't say that I must have a second woman, but it doesn't matter if I have one in name. Otherwise, the reputation of being a henpecked husband will spread. How bad it will be. I promise, promise not to hurt that woman. Madam, do you still not believe me?"
Huang Song was speaking from the bottom of his heart. Before the Meng's proposed to send his adopted daughter, he had never thought of taking a concubine.
He didn't even dare to look at the beauties that his subordinates offered him.
The reason why he came up with the idea of taking a concubine was that it was profitable to cooperate with the Meng's.
Wasn't it just an extra set of bowls and chopsticks and a courtyard for a woman to live in? How big of a deal was that?
If he could take this opportunity to form an alliance with the Meng family …
Hehe, Huang Songxiao had been longing for the Meng's horse farm in Cangzhou for a long time.
He had never imagined that his wife would be so angry that she would even bring up the matter of separation. Huang Song was so frightened that his legs went soft.
"Ha — I believe you …" Huang Song's face lit up. Lady Qi sneered and added, "But I don't believe you!"
Huang Song was dumbfounded!
"Madam, what do you mean?"
Madam Qi continued to sneer. "If you want to take in a concubine, then can I raise a gigolo?"
Huang Song said, "Madam, how can this be the same?"
Madam Qi said angrily. She held the dagger to Huang Song's nose and roared, "How can it be different? Do you think I, Qi Chaolan, can't do what you, Uncle Huang, did? Liu Xi was able to become a marquis as a woman, and I have three thousand elites under my command. Can't I do the same and start from scratch? When I become a marquis, why can't I have three husbands and four maids and keep a house full of gigolos? Huang Bogao, I have the support of my maternal brothers, and I have a famous master. I have learned the art of war from my father since I was a child. If it weren't for the limitation of being a woman, I would have joined the army by now. Do you really think that I am a woman guarding my own backyard? Do you think I can do it or not? "
Madam Qi's aura instantly soared to 2.8 meters. Huang Song sat obediently on his knees. "Madam — I really didn't mean to touch that woman. I just wanted to take this opportunity to test the Meng family. They hold the lifeline of the horse farm — it's really for official business, and there's no love between a man and a woman."
Huang Song hoped to persuade her with reason and emotion, but Madam Qi was very emotional and clear-headed, so she was not moved at all.
She said mockingly, "Hearing you say that, you sound very aggrieved?"
Huang Song said, "I dare not, I dare not. I'm not aggrieved —"
"My husband is a man of indomitable spirit, not a cocky rabbit!"
Huang Song's face was livid, as if he was constipated. He smiled bitterly and said, "Madam, why do you say that?"
"For the sake of the Meng family's interests, you have to 'reluctantly' marry a woman from the Meng family. Isn't this a shady business of selling yourself?"
Huang Song was about to refute, but when he saw his wife's fierce expression, he didn't dare to say anything.
"Besides, the Meng family is a sly old fox. If you hang out with him, it's still unknown who will swallow who."
Huang Song said timidly, "Madam, even if you don't believe me, you should believe in my group of advisers. How can they be easy to deal with?"
Madam Qi snorted coldly, her expression cold. "In short, as long as I am alive, no second woman is allowed to live in my room or sleep in your bed. If you dare to have one, I will abdicate and wait for your letter to release my wife. I will wait for your 'May Madam live for a thousand years and get married again'! "
When a man and a woman separated peacefully, the man would write a letter to release his wife to the woman, and at the end, he would write "May Madam live for a thousand years and get married again" to show his blessing.
After that, Madam Qi swaggered away, leaving Huang Song with a headache.
"Alas — Lanting has really made me suffer —"
Huang Song touched his forehead. When he had just told his wife that he wanted to take a concubine, Madam Qi had directly used violence and beaten him so badly that he couldn't fight back.
The daughter of a tiger from a family of generals was really terrifying. With this kind of combat power, even three to five big men might not be able to control her.
"… It's all your fault!"
Although Madam Qi and he were of the same mind, he couldn't stop her from being infatuated with Liu Xi.
A role model for women!
A woman had become a mighty and all-powerful vassal in the north. She had seduced his wife to pick up the knives, spears, swords, and halberds that had been abandoned for several years and used them vigorously.
After all, Madam Qi didn't play with these things after she got married!
For the sake of her idol, she picked up martial arts and made great progress after some hard training.
It wasn't that Huang Song didn't want to fight back against the domestic violence just now, but that he had no room to fight back at all.
"Lanting, Lanting, you really made me suffer —"
Huang Song took the bronze mirror and looked at himself. The bruises on his face were obvious, and there was a big bump on his forehead. How could he face others?
Looking at the rouge and makeup on the dressing table, Huang Song recalled the process of his wife putting on makeup and tried to use it to cover up the traces of domestic violence.
A quarter of an hour passed. Looking at the "ghost" in the mirror, Huang Song almost vomited from disgust.
After carelessly wiping off the rouge, Huang Song left home with a wretched look on his face. He was going to find a few strategists to have a good discussion.
As soon as he went out, he bumped into Cheng Jing and Feng Jue, who had come to visit hand in hand.
Huang Song was speechless.
He was the lord. He still needed to save face!
Cheng Jing and Feng Jue were speechless.
They had come at the wrong time.
The lord and the other two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was awkward for a moment.
Feng Jue asked, "Lord, have you convinced the first madam?"
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