Moth was suffocated and dared not speak anymore.

Wu Jie took the document and looked carefully.

Butler Song asked his servant to hand over the pen and ink, and asked carefully: "Young Master Wu, what do you mean..."

Wu Jie smiled and threw the document aside: "I'm sorry, I can't sign this document. However, Wu Jie didn't want to bother you, the Tang family, so it would be fine if you want to leave the marriage. But I have to do it my own way, so I'll write a divorce letter for your ladies."

"What, write a divorce letter?" Butler Song and Xiao Huan screamed at the same time.

Moth laughed: "Yes, it's not OK to dismiss. Do you really think that our Wu family is a soft persimmon and let you pinch it at will? It's just that you won't dismiss, but you can divorce your wife."

Wu Jie picked up the pen, dipped it in a little ink, and pointed to Xiaohuan: "Didn't you say I can't even write paper? Today I will let you see if I, Wu Jie, can write it."

This finger made Xiaohuan tremble. Just as he was about to curse back, he saw that Wu Jie had already picked up the pen and wrote it on the paper.

She felt confused: Isn’t this Mr. Wu a fool? He doesn’t even speak well. How could he make a fuss?

After a moment, Wu Jie threw the pen in his hand, blew a breath, pressed the ink with his thumb, and pressed it hard: "It's done, Mr. Song, you have to put it away!"

Mr. Song took it and saw it. It said: Wu Jie, the bookmaker, is from Xinjin County, Chengdu Prefecture. He has been married to Tang as his wife since childhood. How could he expect that after he passed the family, my wife had many mistakes, which was exactly the same as the seven-part order. Because of the couple's relationship, he could not bear to say it clearly, so he would rather return to his sect and let it be remarried. There was no disagreement. The divorce letter was true.

The 39th year of Jiajing, x month, x. The handprint is a record.

...

"Seven out of the veins?" Xiaohuan's face turned red to deep purple, and he cursed loudly: "I have never seen you bully people like this. Wu Jie, you are just a thug. Wait, you wait!"

Wu Jie smiled and shrugged: "So many people in the Tang family bullied me, and they said something like your master and the magistrate were of the same age as the same age. Who would bully whom? If you don't want to receive this divorce letter, it would be fine. At worst, you can send your lady here? Otherwise, you can go to the yamen to sue me."

"Rubby, you're just a rubby!" Xiao Huan's eyes turned red and she said to Butler Song: "Rubby!"

Looking at the divorce letter in his hand, Butler Song also felt a little unable to raise his head.

Not to mention, the words on this divorce book are written so well that they can see them.

The Tang family was originally a prominent family, and several juren had appeared in the family. The Tang family master was a famous celebrity in Shu, with great scholars talking and laughing, and no white dicks when they were with him. Butler Song still had this little bit of vision. Just by his good handwriting, he was much better than those so-called talented men.

Not a well-educated man, not a talented man with a bright mind, and he can't write such words.

Could it be...Wu Jie isn't a fool?

Did our Tang family do something wrong when we came here to break the engagement this time?

It's not right. Those scholars said that Wu Jie was a fool. He had already seen it when he attended the literary party on the river that day. It was because the news reached the ears of the master and his wife that they made up their minds to withdraw from the marriage. Otherwise, they would not have done such a dirty and filthy thing.
Chapter completed!