The most favored concubine in the prosperous age is arrogant

Chapter 37

"Don't mention that bitch to me, I treat you sincerely, but she treats me like a fool, even if she dies, she won't be at peace." Jun Yuxunhong looked at Jun Mochen who was trembling on the ground, and looked Looking at that face full of fear and pain, there is no mercy, just stupid, but the appearance is also inherited from his bitch mother! Well, it's okay for that bitch to humiliate herself, and leave such a shame behind.

"Okay, lord, calm down, it's good to be angry because of this kind of person." Seeing that the beating was almost done, Zhang Ying calmly stepped forward to dissuade them, but she was still a little far away from them, and she was afraid of getting hurt Suffer unnecessary flesh and blood on yourself.

"Don't be angry, how can I not be angry when I see this evil seed?" Although Zhan Wang said so, he stopped his whip, and without looking at the bloody man on the ground, he threw away the whip, turned his head, and walked towards Zhang Ying After a few steps, Zhang Ying covered her mouth indiscriminately, feeling a little uncomfortable smelling the bloody smell coming from Jun Yuxun, but she didn't retreat.

"My lord, there's nothing to be angry about. It's not your fault." Yes, it was the fault of telling him to have such a mother. Zhang Ying never stopped looking at the curvature of Jun Mochen's mouth.

"Don't mention that slut to this king, it will upset you when you hear it." Jun Yuxun looked at Zhang Ying with meaningful eyes, and the look in his eyes was a little cold. Don't treat him as a fool, Zhang Ying repeatedly mentioned that woman Didn't he just hope that he would vent all his anger on that idiot Jun Mochen? It would be best if Jun Mochen could be beaten to death by mistake so that her son would succeed in succeeding. Will intervene, as long as it is not too much, just turn a blind eye and close one eye.

"Hehe, yes, let's not mention those disturbing things. Yuan'er recently learned a new set of sword skills, and she has been clamoring all day to ask the prince to teach him a thing or two." Zhang Ying saw the look in Jun Yuxun's eyes. Chill, the body couldn't help trembling a little, stabilized his emotions, a forced smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and talked about some topics that would interest Jun Yuxun.

Sure enough, seeing Jun Yuxun's relaxed expression, Zhang Ying relaxed. The king of war is most interested in the succession of the palace. Obviously, Jun Mochen is not in his consideration. What his successor needs is a martial artist. Zhuo Jue is quick-witted, and Jun Mochen, Zhan Wangfu can't afford to lose anyone. If it wasn't for that woman's design, how could the position of the crown prince fall on that fool's head.

"Hum..." Jun Yuxun snorted coldly, turned around and walked out the door without even looking at the people on the ground in disgust.

"This man, anyone will have his life, don't accept his fate." Zhang Ying touched the armor on her finger, said something meaningful, and turned to walk in the direction Zhan Wang was walking.

Jun Mochen raised his head, his former foolishness was long gone, on the contrary, he was full of bloodthirsty aura, looking at the direction the two walked just now, his face was full of evil spirits, he propped himself up and stood up, looking around , seeing no one, the peach blossom eyes are red, and the eyes are moving, and it looks seductive, covered in blood, with a strange smile on the corner of the mouth, like an evil ghost who came back from hell and asked for his life.

"Hehehe, I'm finally back." Jun Mochen's expression was contorted, and he laughed wildly, and then walked out holding his chest. It was noon outside the house, and the sun was shining brightly. Jun Mochen stretched out his hand to block the sun, looking His five fingers became rosy and translucent under the sunlight, and the evil smile on the corner of his mouth was even bigger. He raised his head and squinted his eyes comfortably. It has been a long, long time since he has lived in the sun, and he has to thank "his" father.

"Huahua, but I still remember Brother Mochen. Brother Mochen is back, and Huahua is back too. My Huahua has grown up, and it's so stunning that people can't take their eyes off it. Now that it's here, Brother Mochen won't let it go." Huahua leaves, if he dies, he must die together, hehehe" Jun Mochen lowered his head and started talking to himself, the expression on his face was happy for a while, then distorted again, and walked back to his small courtyard hesitantly.

In the middle of the night, a red figure flew out from the third floor of Zhaoyang Building. It was so fast that it was hard to see clearly. It came to Zhanwang Mansion as picturesque and familiar, and recalled the map of Zhanwang Mansion just now. Arriving at the small courtyard where Jun Mochen was - Li Yuan, looking at the dilapidated plaque hanging crookedly, Ruhua frowned her delicate eyebrows, walked in, but retreated again, I looked at the plaque carefully again, and walked in after making sure I read it correctly.

It's not picturesque, but I really don't believe the scene in front of me. Is this the courtyard where the so-called Prince of War lives? The courtyard is wide, the evening wind is bleak, and the grass is luxuriant. A wooden house that looks crumbling. The cobwebs stretched horizontally, and there was no door, Ruhua sucked a sour nose, suppressing the distress and anger welling up in her heart.

Lifting his feet and walking slowly, he knocked off the cobwebs with his hands. Ruhua couldn't help but sneezed slightly from the falling dust, and continued to walk in. Although the room was as dark as ink, Ruhua practiced martial arts all year round. , and often go on missions at night, his eyesight is excellent.

But looking at the scene in front of me, the suppressed heartache suddenly flooded up again. The bed, no, it’s not called a bed anywhere, it’s just a wooden board, and the person lying on it is covered in blood, shivering, and the welts are intertwined repeatedly. The blood was still pouring out, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

Ruhua hurriedly ran forward, hugged Jun Mochen, who was already unconscious, in his arms, touched his face, it was ice-cold, saw his brows furrowed together, his body twitched from time to time, Ruhua stretched out his hand Smoothing his eyebrows, the unconscious person seemed to smell a familiar smell, his brows stretched, his face gradually softened, and a happy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Ruhua looked at the wounded people all over her body and felt distressed. At the same time, she almost couldn't hold back her anger. There are so many wounds that she can hardly find a place to attack. There is nothing she can do. If she loses too much blood, it will directly kill him. , Hastily took out a bottle from his arms, took out a blood-red medicine and fed it to Jun Mochen, and began to meditate to help Jun Mochen.

Time passed gradually, picturesque forehead was covered with sweat, suddenly withdrew his hands, opened his eyes, hugged Jun Mochen who fell backwards, saw his face becoming a little rosy, finally exhaled, Jun Mochen Chen's physique endured long-term whipping and did not heal in time, the loss was too great, and Ruhua couldn't transport it too fast or too much, otherwise it would do more damage to his weak body.

Lay him flat on the bed, get up and get out of bed to get hot water for him to clean up these traumas, but just got out of bed, at some point, the cuff that Jun Mochen was holding on to couldn't come out, Jun Mochen died Grabbing desperately, Ruhua had no choice but to take out a knife and cut it off, without looking at the pieces of clothes that were still pinched in Jun Mochen's hands, turned around without hesitation and went out to look for hot water.

(End of this chapter)