Beloved trump wife: unscrupulous prince calm concubine

Chapter 77 Fight! (3)

,.fight! (3)

"That's right, you were also injured this time, what happened last time!" Ning Tianyuan looked at her face with gloomy eyes, "You really think, I don't know, that the horse race between Chuchu and Luanxiu last time was your idea ?!"

Ning Ruoxue's whole body trembled, and a chill rose from her back.

"If you didn't think that you are my daughter, do you think you can still live to this day?!" Ning Tianyuan stood up coldly, "I don't want to mention this matter again. From today onwards, you should cultivate yourself while cultivating well." Think about your mistakes behind closed doors in the palace, if this happens again, I will never forgive you!"

"Father is lenient, Ruoxue will never dare again!" Ning Ruoxue trembled.

"It's better to be like this!" Ning Tianyuan looked helplessly at her who was like white paper on the bed, and walked out the door with his hands behind his hands, "Chuncheng, drive back to the palace!"

Hearing the voices of the imperial guards fading away outside, Ning Ruoxue secretly heaved a sigh of relief, her forehead and body were already covered with sweat.

The close girl Liu Qing walked in, saw the sweat on her forehead, and hurriedly took a cotton towel to help her wipe it off. Seeing the red palm print on her right cheek, Liu Qing was shocked, "Princess, your face, this is What's wrong?!"

"Get out!" Ning Ruoxue cursed angrily, "Yunchu, if you don't take revenge, I'd rather be a human being than Ruo Xuewang!"

After being slapped in the face, she didn't really repent, instead, she blamed all of this on Yun Chu's head.

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It's getting late.

At dusk, Yuntu really personally delivered a thick boiled black chicken soup, and the two wives and several brothers and sisters of the Yun family came to visit together.

Although everyone was happy in their hearts, they just pretended to be distressed, and surrounded Yun Chu and asked for warmth. Yun Yurou even brought a bowl of chicken soup for Yun Chu with her own hands, "Princess, drink a bowl of chicken soup to nourish yourself. Father made a special trip to let Fenghuang Juli prepare it, and it took several hours!"

"Let me come!" Shen Fengchu reached out to take the chicken soup from Yun Yurou's hand, sat on the side of Yun Chu's bed, took a small mouthful with a spoon, let it cool down, and then brought it to Yun Chu's mouth.

Seeing his movements, Yun Chu already knew that he had been checked for no poison, so he immediately ate the soup unceremoniously.

Two people, one feeds and the other drinks, both are natural.

Only the two sisters of the Yun family were jealous.

"It's getting late, we should go back!" Yuntu glanced sideways at the young men and women by the bed, walked to the bed, and told Yun Chu, Shen Fengchu got up to send him off, but Yuntu directly pushed him back to the chair, "You take good care of Chuchu!"

Shen Fengchu had no choice but to follow his words, Chen Qi and Yu'er stepped forward and sent everyone out.

Seeing him bring the spoon to his mouth, Yun Chu opened his mouth to drink, but Shen Fengchu suddenly withdrew his hand and sent all the soup in the spoon to his mouth.

"Well, it is indeed the master of Fenghuang Juli who made the soup. Sure enough, the color is light and the flavor is fragrant, thick but not greasy!"

"This is my soup!" Yun Chu reached out and snatched the spoon from his fingers.

Shen Fengchu directly moved the bowl to the side, took the opportunity to take a big sip, "I feed you so much, why can't I take a few sips?"

Yun Chu reached out to grab it, "What kind of chicken soup does a big man drink, be careful to make too much and get angry!"

"I have my own way to relieve the fire, so you don't need to worry about it!" Shen Fengchu raised her arm not to be outdone, she raised her hand and knocked on his wrist, the soup bowl flew away, Yun Chu immediately took the soup bowl and brought it to his mouth, not wanting Shen Fengchu He suddenly raised his finger and flicked it lightly on the back of her hand.

As soon as the soup bowl was tilted, soup sweat poured down towards his open mouth.

(End of this chapter)