Wen Jin couldn't help but feel warm suddenly. He... did he regret driving her away and picking her up home? This thought made her fall into a humble situation. She wanted to go home with him in her heart. She had already given him the night she gave the gongsha to him, and she treated him as her husband in her heart...

Fu Jingheng looked at Wen Jin who was huddled on the bed. Her clothes were torn to pieces, and she was holding a blood-stained dagger in her hand. The look of horror on her face had not yet disappeared. Anger occupied his heart before reason. Her narrow eyes suddenly darkened, and her bloodthirsty eyes fell on the wailing bastard at Qingliu's feet, and her thin lips opened: "You said just now, you want to play, my woman?"

"My Emperor!" Song Touer was trembling all over, frightened and incontinent, and a dark water stain appeared on his pants.

Lord! It’s Lord. Didn’t you demote this companion to the slaughterhouse? How could you come to this vineyard where the servants live on the wedding night of his and the concubine?

Could it be...Your Majesty is not disgusted with this companion reading, can it be...Your Majesty wants this woman?

"I deserve to die. Please forgive me! Please spare my life!"

Qingliu blocked Song Touer's mouth with a cloth ball, "Stop your mouth! There is no place for you to speak here!"

Fu Jingheng whispered: "Get out your eyes, cut off your hands and feet, and take them to the prison for strict inspection. I want to know who is behind the scenes."

"Yes! Master." Qingliu took the Song Touer who was full of fear and kept whimpering in his mouth and went out. He dared to look at Master Jin with his eyes. Of course, the Lord wanted to goug out his eyes and dared to tear Master Jin'er's sleeves. It would be strange if Master Jin didn't cut his hands and feet. Master Jin is the one in the heart of Master Jin, so how can he let others get involved!

Fu Jingheng stepped over the threshold and stepped into the room. He looked at Wen Jin and said, "I'm back home."

Wen Jin felt warm, and the word "going home" made her mood difficult to deal with. Two tears fell from her eyes and said in a trembling voice: "You... are you here to pick me up home?"

"Grandma is sick, she forces me to pick you up. Put away your tears and go back with me with a smile. Don't let the old man worry. Hum?" Fu Jingheng stood coldly by the bed.

Wen Jin felt ache in his heart. It turned out that grandma forced him to come. Was he angry? Because of her, he interrupted the wedding night with Concubine Xue. Or was he said that he had already passed the wedding chamber, "Well, okay. Grandma is so sick?"

"Yes." Fu Jingheng responded lightly, "I'm so sick."

Wen Jin wiped the dagger clean and put it on the bottom of his sleeve, then reached out to reach the clothes in the bag, the broken clothes on his shoulders drooped down, and the curve of his shoulder and neck fell into the eyes of the king.

Fu Jingheng's eyes became dark, so he opened his eyes and took her clothes from her bag. He used a white shirt with his tentacles. His fingers moved, and then picked up another maroon shirt and threw it coldly beside her, "Put on your clothes. I'm waiting for you outside. Don't let me wait too long!"

"Yes. OK." Wen Jin looked at Fu Jingheng's figure disappearing from the door with misty eyes. She sighed quietly, picked up the maroon-red clothes and put them on her body. She also remembered her grandma's body in her heart. She carried her own small bag and followed Fu Jingheng towards the dragon chariot like a homeless orphan.

After entering the dragon chariot, Fu Jingheng sat coldly on the couch with his chest, with a noble temperament and a thousand miles away.

Wen Jin chose a seat far away from him. Qiufeng poured in from the car window opposite. She couldn't help but shiver. Her eyes were itchy, so she raised her hand and rubbed it. Suddenly, she felt that Qiufeng stopped and was not so cold. When she opened her eyes, she saw the curtains on the car window hanging down, blocking the autumn wind in the night.

I saw Fu Jingheng's hand retracting back to his chest, embracing him, still in his cold appearance.

Wen Jin tightened his hands tightly. He was thinking about something. The curtains were just shaken by the bumpy road. He hated her so much, how could he raise his hand to help her lower the curtains to block the cold wind?

"You like seducing men?"

"Hmm? What does it mean?"

Fu Jingheng suddenly spoke, and Wen Jin did not foresee that he would talk to her, and was slightly surprised.

"After seducing me in Longbing, I will seduce the managers there. Is this your usual method?" Fu Jingheng sneered coldly: "You can't choose food if you are hungry? Do you also like such a person?"

Wen Jin felt aching in his heart, "You know I didn't. I had stabbed him when you came. How could you seduce me? Why did you hurt me? I don't know why you suddenly became a different person to me. What did I do that dissatisfied you?"

"You should know more than me what you did. Instead, come and ask me?"

"Qing...No, Master, do you have anything to talk about openly and honestly? Even if I am a sinner, I should understand why I suddenly... don't want me anymore." Wen Jin's voice became smaller and smaller.

Fu Jingheng didn't say anything. When Wen Jin thought he wouldn't answer her, he only heard him coldly saying, "I'm tired of playing with you."

Wen Jin felt extremely uncomfortable. It turned out that she was tired of playing. She smiled awkwardly. It turned out that he had never loved her before, "Well. I understand."

"I will investigate the beast just now. The palace will never allow such messes. Today I am insulting you, but it's a trivial matter. If I insult Xue Ning in the future, how can I do it?" Fu Jingheng did not let go of any injured expression on Wen Jin's cheek. He would not treat the person who betrayed him well. She needs to taste the feeling of being hurt by her loved one!

Wen Jin took a deep breath, and he thrust every sentence into her heart, "In my opinion, I will not insult your Xue Ning's head. In the past, I was kind, lenient to others, made friends, and did not make enemies in the palace. Xue Ning made things difficult for me when she entered the door during the day, and someone wanted to insult my reputation at night. It was a coincidence! It was originally in the Xue Mansion, and she was dissatisfied with me everywhere..."

"Do you suspect Xue Ning is behind the scenes, do you have real evidence? If you don't have real evidence, it's a slander! I can cut off your tongue." Fu Jingheng frowned, "I targeted someone, and I only targeted her after I had real evidence!"

Wen Jin heard that he was quite protective of Xue Ning between the lines, so he knew that it would be useless to say more, which would only make him hate her even more. "So what real evidence did you get when you target me everywhere? Is it so deeply that you hate me?"

"Ask yourself and you will know." Fu Jingheng smiled faintly, "I'm panicked? I'm trying to tell me how much detail I have obtained?"

Wen Jin: "..." Why are you panicking? She didn't know what the king was talking about. She was obviously abandoned, so why did the king feel wronged?

After three moments of walking, the wheels were crushed with the moonlight, passing through Yilan Hall, and parked outside the dragon's door, and the Dayuan horse barked.

There were four eyes behind the crack in the Yilan Palace gate. Xue Ning and Madam Wen looked out from the crack in the door, and saw that the imperial guard personally took Wen Jin from the slave station in a dragon chariot. The two got off the dragon chariot and entered the courtyard of the dragon siding one after another.
Chapter completed!