Sarcastically, the empress dowager lost blood on her face and handed her hand to Madam Xiang, who was taking Madam Gui's class. Madam Gui's head was chopped by the emperor. Madam Xiang's head was not chopped yet and was supported, so she was able to stabilize her body. She was also surprised. How could the gentle and virtuous Fu'er change his temperament? "What's going on with Fu'er? The Ai family was also shocked. It was so amazing."

Duanmu Lin was sweating on his forehead and wiped his sleeves against his forehead, "Fu'er, this child, is abnormal today."

Wen Jin and Fu Jingheng have been with him for many years, but he feels unhappy. She can feel it, pulling his sleeve and asking him, "Is it okay?"

Fu Jingheng rolled up his fingers and said arduously: "It's okay. That's the wife I chose that I abandoned my beloved. I laughed at you."

Wen Jin's eyes were a little hot.

The little baby cried when he was hungry, so he could stop it by just a few slaps. The more her mother hit her, the more she cried, the more helpless she was.

Duanmu Fu saw that he slapped four times, and the child was still crying, as if saying that Ah Mother should stop slapping. Ah Mother hugged Jiuer, she became more and more annoyed. She was putting on makeup. She didn't like the daughter raised by the lowly eunuch. The eunuch was a poor scholar and the whole family could not shake out two taels of silver. She was a shame. She was a saint and queen. She gave Jin Gui's body to a lowly person. She was disgusted after thinking about it.

She was a little angry and said to her daughter: "Don't cry, okay? I'll cry my good luck in this palace! If you hadn't been crying every day, you wouldn't have been sure that you would go back to Jinhua Palace from the small Buddhist temple to stay overnight. You are even more hateful than that bitch Wen Jin!"

Wen Jin's face turned bad when he heard his name, "Fu, I don't want to participate in your and your wife's housework. Let me go."

Fu Jingheng pursed his lips, "My little intention is not to leave any misunderstandings between us, please help me. You must know that we cannot be together not because of women, but because of the imperial power in my heart."

Wen Jin looked at the frame of the mahogany door and lit his jaw for a long time.

Jiuer cried even more violently. Duanmufu completely lost his patience. He was inserting a golden hairpin into his hair bun, but suddenly changed his mind and stopped inserting it into his hair bun. He held the golden hairpin and stabbed Jiuer's little arm, which made the little baby cry, and he couldn't recover for a long time. The little arm was covered with bloody ideas. Duanmufu sting the child while scolding: "Stop! Let you cry! Let you cry!"

Fu Jingheng had no expression on his face and asked the father-in-law: "You are 63 years old, right? There is a son named Duanmu Zhan who helps me in Lishan to fight against Wenjian."

The old national teacher kept wiping his forehead and sweat, and the chill came up from the soles of his feet, feeling a vague feeling, "Yes, the wife is in poor health, and the ones born in the side room have died young, only Fu'er, her sister Xiangxiang, and her only son Duanmu Zhan fought with General Wu Xin of the Ministry of War in Lishan to share your worries."

"Yes." Fu responded, not explaining in detail yet.

The blood on Xia Ranshuang's face gradually disappeared. The perfect daughter-in-law in the past was actually this vicious face when she was carrying someone on her back. She subconsciously looked at Wen Jin, who was full of books. She was confused. She hoped that her son could have a virtuous woman to help him take care of the backyard. He was so at ease with the state affairs, so why did it become like this? She couldn't help but feel sorry for her son. She also remembered that Wen Jin was silently holding Changlin and other doctors on the day Fu'er gave birth to a daughter.

Duanmu Fu didn't know that the emperor, the queen mother, the national teacher, and the central palace were outside the door. She did not hide her emotions. Her true temperament was revealed. Jiuer kept crying. She was very annoyed and slapped the child in the face. She was stunned for a long time before she burst into tears. She said, "Oh my God! You have not finished crying! Your cheap father is not dead! Is it good to cry again if your father dies! A cheap man!"

She hated Jiuer and Jiuer's cheap father very much. She loved the emperor so much that she wanted to become his wife and be his queen, live in the same bed, even if she dreamed, and die in the same cave.

Lian Cheng looked at Jiuer who was beaten and scared. He could not avoid being abused by his mother in his cradle. He hurriedly knelt at the feet of the noble but vicious woman with his child in his arms, and kowtowed and said, "Empress, if you want to beat him, just beat the slave. Don't beat Princess Jiuer anymore. She is the princess personally conferred by the emperor. She is a golden branch and jade leaf. She really shouldn't suffer such grievances. Please, please, please, let her have a bite of milk. She has not eaten milk for a day and a night! Saint!"

Duanmu Fu picked up the teacup and threw it on Liancheng's face, making Liancheng's face bleeding, "Bitch, if you are more competitive, how could I give birth to a money-losing guy! Your ancestors gave birth to a boy for 18 generations, and you can't give birth to it until you are! You useless bastard! I want to vomit when I think of the scene when you pressed on me! You just have a little bit of this face that looks like the Lord and raised you, and other places are useless! The cheap breath on your body makes me feel disgusted! You can't even compare to the gray soles of your shoes!"

Lian Cheng was insulted to the point of being ashamed and his heart was as if he was stormed. He looked up at this noble woman, his heart tightened little by little, and his dignity was trampled in the dust. "Slaves are bitches, and slaves are guilty. But... weren't you who let the slaves press on you? Slaves dare not refuse to obey..."

"Stop!" Duanmu Fu said sternly.

The air in the yard was stagnant.

Wen Jin couldn't believe what she heard. Duanmu Fu actually had an affair with the eunuch, which made the emperor look embarrassed!

Fu Jingheng looked at Wen Jin and pursed his lips, "Jiu'er is not my. That night, I really just mistakenly thought that you killed Changlin and burned corpse. I was so sad that I was drunk. She took the opportunity to take care of her all night. She had lying before that she didn't have her arm, but she actually had her pillow, but I didn't know. The next day there was a fallen red on her handkerchief, which was just Liancheng's credit, so I took it to win the trust of me. It was so late that Changlin was one year old, and Ada left, Changyun, Changning was gone, your wrist was broken and you couldn't write and draw, and you were leaving. But... I insisted on explaining."

Wen Jin had water marks in her eyes and her throat was choked. She touched her wrist and said, "Oh... Stop talking, it's all over..."

Duanmu Lin suddenly knelt down on the ground. Not only did his daughter abuse the baby, but she even stole people from the imperial sect. The old master was tinnitus, "Your Majesty, it's the lower minister who teaches his daughters incompetent. She did such a 'good thing' and I will die of shame!"

Xia Ranshuang's blood rushed to her forehead and could hardly stand. "Fu'er actually... made the emperor suffer such a great humiliation! The Ai family hugged that Jiuer for many times, and coaxed her heart and flesh countless times, and kissed her countless times!" After that, she felt uncomfortable in her stomach, vomiting and vomiting.

Fu Jingheng helped the old national master up with his low hand, and was quite reserved and polite: "The father-in-law stood up and solved it if something happened. He asked you to come and solve the problem. I can't calm down. You have what I want. Keep your decent situation and calm down."

Duanmu Rin realized that Duanmu Mansion had a century-old foundation, and the building might collapse. The emperor took the opportunity to take power. He wiped his sleeves against his old face, "Yes."

Fu Jingheng looked at his mother, "My grandma, thank you for choosing a daughter-in-law for your son. My son is very satisfied. If you marry a wife like this, you will be unfortunate for three lives."

Xia Ranshuang felt like she was taking a sword in her chest, and she couldn't breathe for a long time, "Heng'er! How can my mother know people and people know but not the heart..."

Fu Jingheng raised his hand and pushed open the frame of the mahogany door where the West Palace was sleeping, making a squeak, and he led Wen Jin in.

Wen Jin feels like he is being led by an adult to settle the score. Sister Jin, I will protect you from now on and not let others bully you. She remembers what he said when he was a child.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps, and the dragon pattern of the hem of the clothes flashed. Duanmu Fu's shoulders shook. She looked vicious and stabbed Jiuer with a golden hairpin. The sharp tip of the golden hairpin was still in the child's tender flesh. When her appearance was the ugliest, his husband brought her royal mother-in-law, the old father of the mother tribe, and... Su Wenjin, who had abandoned her because of marrying herself, and Su Wenjin's puppy, all came in.

"Your Majesty, Mother, Empress Dowager, Father..."

Duanmu Fu paused her hand, threw away the golden hairpin, and fell to the ground with a snap, breaking and shattering, like her demeanor and the aura of the saint, shattering.

The queen mother shook her head, caressed her heart and couldn't speak, and her face was full of disappointment. Her Madam Xiang followed her heart and back, which had some effect, but not much effect.
Chapter completed!