Madam, did she abuse the scum today?

Chapter 227 Have the face to do it, but don't have the face to admit it?

"Queen, you were a little too self-willed just now. Didn't you see that the face of the Third Highness is green? The whole body is full of murderous intent."

After leaving the Palace of Worry-free, Empress Zhao, a female official with a worried face, quite disapproved of her arbitrary and reckless actions just now.

Over the years, the master has anger, resentment, and hatred in his heart, and she knows it all.

It's just that she shouldn't be incurring some hatred just for the sake of a quick tongue.

Empress Zhao understood her worries, but she didn't care.

In the past, for the sake of Yue'er, she might have endured it.

But now, there is no need.

Yue'er told her that from now on, he will protect her and never let anyone bully her again.

Let her not have to bear it anymore, just do as she pleases.

In the past, her son was her weakness.

Now, her son is her weakness, but even more her reliance.

Thinking of Murong Yue, Empress Zhao's eyes instantly softened, and the smile on her face was no longer hypocritical and far-fetched, but from the heart.

Looking up at the bright moonlight and bright stars in the sky, her heart was filled with gratitude.

She and Yue'er were able to bid farewell to the past and gain a new life, all because of the help of the little princess of the Gu family.

Without Gu Annuan, her son might not be able to stand up in this life, let alone take back those things that should belong to him.

And she will not live as chic and comfortable as she is today, doing as she pleases.

Thinking of Gu Annuan, the look in her eyes became softer, and her face was filled with love and love from the bottom of her heart.

No matter what her purpose is to help their mother and child, she will repay this kindness, and she will never forget it.

Withdrawing her gaze, she looked back at the brightly lit Wuyou Palace, snorted coldly, and walked towards Fengluan Palace.

She has to welcome distinguished guests tomorrow, but she doesn't have time to deal with such bad things.

If she can come to Wuyou Hall to have a look, she has already given Ji Wuyou enough face. If Murong Jing doesn't know what is good and what is wrong, and insists on rushing to fight her, then she will never be soft.

She has always been a soft bun that can be rounded and flattened at will.

In the past, all the forbearance was for Jing'er's safety.

Now that he can stand and walk, he no longer needs to rely on a wheelchair, and he is surrounded by skilled guards. Others can no longer hurt him in the slightest, and she doesn't need to bear it anymore.

As she thought about it, her steps became lighter and lighter.

……

After Queen Zhao left, Murong Yun called several highly skilled doctors to examine Ji Wuyou, but the result of the examination was the same as what the previous doctor said.

Murong Yun was very annoyed by this, and looked angrily at the group of medical staff who were kneeling on the ground tremblingly, without saying a word, with their hands on their hips, and scolded them fiercely.

Seeing his angry blushing and thick neck, Murong Jing, who knew the reason, pursed his lips, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and said.

"Father, since they can't find out the symptoms of the mother, let the ministers take the mother out of the palace for treatment."

After getting this fake back home and looking at it, he couldn't believe that he couldn't find the person behind the scenes.

As for his proposal, Murong Yun almost rejected it without even thinking about it.

Murong Jing didn't panic, but seriously analyzed Ji Wuyou's condition with him.

"Father, my mother has been ill for almost twenty days, and her health is getting worse every day, and she hasn't improved much. Maybe these people haven't found out the cause of the disease, or there is something in the palace that is against her, so it's late. It won't get any better."

"Erchen took her out of the palace and asked Xie Tingchuan to show her a change of environment, and she could see Erchen and Wanwan every day, and when she was in a good mood, maybe the illness would be healed without treatment. "

His words made Murong Yun's brows furrow and relax sometimes, and the expression on his face was also unpredictable, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of his words.

He lowered his head and looked at Ji Wuyou, who was lying on the bed like a puppet doll, neither crying nor fussing, as quiet as if he didn't exist, his eyes were full of worry and distress.

For the sake of her body and for her to recover as soon as possible, Murong Yun agreed to Murong Jing's proposal after thinking for a long time.

Forget it, since such a quack doctor can't find out what's wrong with her, let the third child try his method.

After earnestly instructing Murong Jing, Murong Yun touched Ji Wuyou's face reluctantly, got up and walked in front of Murong Jing.

She reached out and patted his shoulder, "Third brother, take good care of your mother."

"Ok."

Murong Yun nodded, and took a deep look at him. Thinking of the stiff relationship between father and son during this period of time, he sighed softly.

He opened his mouth, intending to comfort him, asking about his recent situation, and easing the long-standing relationship between father and son.

However, when he inadvertently glanced at the weak Chu Xingwan from the corner of his eye, his eyes turned cold, and he swallowed all the words that came to his lips.

Before, he was so focused on Wuyou that he didn't even notice her.

Chu Xingwan...

His daughter-in-law is really full of bad deeds, notorious, and it's hard to be elegant!

She lost all his self-esteem!

She actually has the face to enter the palace to embarrass others.

The black eyes glared at her sharply, their eyes were cold, and there was an undisguised disgust on his face.

Looking at her makes me angry, my heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys and brain hurt, and my whole body hurts everywhere!
Especially in the heart, the pain was so severe that I was about to have a heart attack.

This Chu Xingwan, after that incident, didn't stay at home to raise his baby, yet he still had the nerve to go out.

Simply shameless!
Surprised by his cold eyes and undisguised killing intent around him, Chu Xingwan shuddered and shrank behind Murong Jing, tightly clutching his arm with both hands, and screamed tremblingly with trembling lips. To, "Father, Father Emperor."

Because of the intense fear and uneasiness, she couldn't speak clearly, and even bit her own tongue.

Murong Jing stretched out his hand to embrace her, and gently patted her back to soothe her emotions.

Xingmu stared fixedly at Murong Yun, frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "Father, you are so frightened so late, why are you complaining, come to Erchen, she is pregnant now, so she can't bear to be frightened." , what should I do if the tire gas is moved?"

"Hey!" Murong Yun sneered, "Do you have the face to do it, but don't you have the face to admit it? Now you know you're afraid? Why did you go so early?"

His words made Chu Xingwan's face turn pale. Even though what he said was extremely cryptic, Chu Xingwan still understood the hidden meaning in his words.

The brutal punishment on the wedding night, which was comparable to the purgatory on earth, clearly appeared in front of her eyes, making her body tremble violently.

There was a surge in her stomach, and a strong sense of nausea surged into her heart, making her frown. She struggled to break away from Murong Jing's embrace, and dragged her weak body staggeringly towards the bathroom.

Seeing this, Murong Jing exclaimed worriedly, "Wanwan."

He raised his foot and was about to catch up, but Murong Yun grabbed his arm, "Stop!"

Facing his fierce sharp eyes, the undisguised murderous intent in his eyes made Murong Jing's heart skip a beat. He was afraid that Chu Xingwan would be killed if he insisted on leaving, so he had no choice but to do so reluctantly. stopped.

"Anu, go and see the side concubine."

"Okay, Your Highness."

It wasn't until seeing Anu entered the bathroom that Murong Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

He lowered his eyes to look at the iron palm that was tightly restraining his arm, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the slightly drooping eyelashes covered the turbulent waves in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)