The first daughter is poisonous, the lord goes to bed obediently

Chapter 289 This pose is indecent

"Fourth prince..." Gu Jincheng's face turned pale, and he wanted to say it again.

And before he could finish his words, he could only hear A Ling's scream from behind the curtain, "Saint, what's wrong with you?"

Afterwards, Ah Ling lifted the curtain and said in fear: "I'm very sorry, everyone, the saint has fainted."

Her eyes shifted to Gu Jincheng, and she said cautiously: "It seems that the gods gave a warning when they learned that this young man was going to marry the saint."

"Oh?" Yu Wenjin looked over in surprise, and said, "Then quickly take the saint girl to the dormitory for treatment."

Ah Ling lowered her head, went to help Feng Xihe, and left behind the curtain.

Gu Jincheng choked in his throat, and looked in the direction of the curtain angrily.

The patriarch frowned and sighed, "Young master, you can do whatever you want, but please don't offend the gods."

Gu Shiyin patted the table and almost wanted to get up and go over.

But Gu Zhun kept holding his arm, and murmured: "My lord, if you go over now, you are harming her."

He didn't believe that the insidious woman would really faint.

Everyone present was stunned, Yu Wenjin smiled and said: "It is true that we cannot decide the marriage of the saint, only the gods can decide."

"How about this? It is said that there is a three-eared civet in Riyue Mountain, which is an animal assigned by the gods to the mortal world."

"Everyone stay with me for a few more days, we will hold a hunt tomorrow." Yu Wenjin turned to Gu Jincheng and said, "If you can hunt civets, then we will be convinced if you say you will marry a saint."

Gu Jincheng's face darkened, and he glanced at Mrs. Yu, seeing that Mrs. Yu also hinted that he should come down, so he had no choice but to cup his hands and say, "That's it, very good."

He was aggrieved in his heart, he had no relationship with Yu Wenjin and had no reason, but he only told Yu Wenjin because Feng Xihe was Yu Wenjin's daughter, instead of actually making a request to Yu Wenjin.

After Feng Xihe was taken to a bright bedroom, he got up from the couch, took a fluffy cloak, and wrapped it around his body.

She asked Ah Ling to guard here, and she went out quietly, came to a stable, rode a snow horse out, rode the moonlight, went down the snow slope, and arrived at the bank of Wang River glowing with silver light .

Yuwenjin's palace is huge, and the River of Forgetfulness flows through it, with a dense pine forest above it.

When Feng Xihe was running in the snow, a black figure limped out from behind a pine tree with a cane.

"Saint?" Seeing Feng Xihe's back, Rong Yan thought of how Feng Xihe caused her to be spurned by the Rizhao clan.

If Madam Yu hadn't asked someone to bring her back, she might have been thrown to feed the wolves.

Rong Yan thought about it, and punched the pine tree heavily.

Then, her eyes fixed on the white snow horse.

Feng Xihe tied the snow horse to a pine tree, found a huge rock, and sat down on the bank of the Wangchuan River.

In the main hall, she didn't know what kind of treaty they were still discussing.

Now, her heart is in a mess, and what Gu Shiyin said is echoing in her mind.

Looking at the calm river surface and listening to the sound of the undercurrent under the ice, she couldn't help but think of that night when they were by the Wangchuan River.

There was a gentle smile on Feng Xihe's lips. She closed her eyes, quietly feeling the cold wind above the snow mountain, and seemed to see the boy from before again.

"Hey--"

After a while, she came back to her senses, and suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes behind her.

Feng Xihe turned his head and saw that the snow horse she was riding was walking towards her with wide eyes.

Almost before she realized it, Ma Yang neighed and raised his front hooves in front of her.

Feng Xihe's heart trembled, the hoof fell down, and she must be trampled into a pulp.

And it was too late for her to subdue the horse.

At this time, Feng Junyi's figure suddenly appeared. After Feng Xihe left the hall, he was afraid that something might happen to her, so he followed her.

"Sister!" Feng Junyi shouted, and rushed to come, but he was too far away from Feng Xihe, so he couldn't reach her in time.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Xihe only felt a pair of arms wrap around her and lead her to a horse.

She leaned into a warm embrace and opened her eyes timidly, with lingering fear in her heart.

What fell into his eyes was the fiery red robe, with a familiar atmosphere, Feng Xihe's heart trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to look up.

Immediately, she turned her head away, about to turn over and jump off the horse.

Gu Shiyin didn't give her a chance, he pulled her back forcefully, and made her turn upside down and sit on the horseback.

"What are you doing?" Seeing Gu Shiyin, Feng Xihe slapped the horse's back and exclaimed, "Let me go!"

Gu Shiyin couldn't help but said angrily: "This king told you a long time ago that it is impossible to let go. Did you take it as a deaf ear?"

"It seems that this king was too polite to you before, and you haven't realized the consequences of offending him!"

Having said that, the horse's galloping speed suddenly accelerated, and it kept running into the dense pine forest.

"Remember to hold me tight!" He ordered, not allowing her to refuse at all.

Feng Xihe was still pregnant, so he had no choice but to jump down recklessly, so he could only raise his legs, hook his waist, and stick to his body like an octopus, so as not to let himself be shaken violently, fall down.

Seeing this, Gu Shiyin raised the line of his lips and silently slowed down the horse's running speed.

Feng Xihe felt that it was not as intense as before, so he took a breath.

As soon as she lowered her head, she suddenly realized that the current posture between herself and him was too indecent.

Fortunately, no one saw it, or they would have been misunderstood as what they were doing was indecent.

Feng Xihe buried his head in Gu Shiyin's arms in shame, beating his chest with his fists.

"Gu Ziyu, you go, you go, I don't want to see you!" she murmured.

Gu Shiyin's heart just felt a burst of joy of regaining what was lost, but because of these words, his complexion inevitably turned cold.

Then, the hand around her waist quickly slid up, reached her neck, directly penetrated into her skirt, and tore her clothes.

"What are you doing?" Feng Xihe's whole body was trembling, "What if someone comes over and sees it?"

"So what if you see it, anyway, you have to stay by my king's side anyway, just stay there." Gu Shiyin didn't care, and continued to tear, "Where's the divorce letter? Take it out!"

Feng Xihe opened his hand in a panic, his eyes sparkling slightly, "I didn't bring it with me."

Gu Shiyin's eyes were dark, he locked her tightly, and his hands still kept moving.

Feng Xihe shivered, and hurriedly pushed, "Don't tear my clothes anymore, I'm cold."

After hearing this, Gu Shiyin paused her hands, and saw her veil blown off under the cold moonlight.

There were residual tears in the corner of her eyes, and he calmed down instantly.

He couldn't help feeling annoyed, blaming himself for forgetting that this was still in the windy pine forest.

"Then the king will take you to the room and look for it slowly!"

He has already decided that, no matter what, he will search for the letter of divorce tonight, and then tear it to pieces.

Yes, it is like that.

Thinking of this, Gu Shiyin turned his horse's head around and ran up the snowy slope, towards the bedroom that the maid had prepared for him.

Rong Yan, who was still staying by the Wangchuan River, rubbed her eyes and wondered in her heart, she just saw that the snow-trotting horse was about to trample the saint into flesh, why did the person disappear when there was a gust of wind?

No, it seems that another figure appeared.Rong Yan thought in a daze.

After arriving at the bedroom, Gu Shiyin parked his horse outside, picked up Feng Xihe and Da Heng, and walked inside, with the wide sleeves covering most of her body.

Feng Xihe huddled her head in his arms, not daring to move, and could only let him carry her in, and then heard the sound of the door slamming.

The guards guarding the door all looked at each other, expressing that they did not understand the situation.

Not long ago, the lord expressed his love for Miss Feng in public in the hall, why is he bringing a woman back now?

If Princess Qinghe knew about it, she would cry to death.

In the dormitory, Gu Shiyin threw Feng Xihe on the couch, and began to take off her clothes recklessly, not letting go of any place on the clothes or her body, as if he had to find the divorce letter.

Every resistance of Feng Xihe was ineffective, her blue hair was already spread messily on the jade pillow, his hands were cut behind the top of her head by him, and all the clothes on her body were torn off.

However, Gu Shiyin really didn't find the letter of divorce, he raised his eyes, staring at her non-stop.

"If you don't let me find the letter of divorce, don't you really want to marry Gu Jincheng?"

Feng Xihe bit his lower lip and closed his eyes quietly without saying a word.

"If you really dare to marry Gu Jincheng, I will definitely not let him go to worship!" Gu Shiyin gritted his teeth and said, with a storm in his eyes.

Afterwards, he softened his tone, buried his head in her ear and whispered: "But, Xihe, I believe that you have nothing to do with him."

"Your father's fault should not be borne by you alone."

"This king doesn't want you to be displaced. Come back to this king. This king will protect you from the wind and rain."

Feng Xihe's heart ached, and his eyes couldn't help getting moist again.

However, if she was a bit soft-hearted, she would trap him in inhumanity.

"The letter of divorce, I hid it, because I don't want you to find it." After a long time, Feng Xihe's lips moved slightly, and he said expressionlessly.

Gu Shiyin pressed her down, his eyes narrowed, his brows closed, he looked at her stunning face, and thought for a while.

"You don't want to continue to be the king's concubine, it's fine if you don't take out the divorce papers."

"In the future, whether you want to be the king's pet on the couch or a confinement, you choose."

Anyway, the letter of divorce is just a formality.

"You..." Feng Xihe glared at him angrily, feeling that the line of defense he had built with great difficulty was being defeated little by little.

He had cornered her and made it impossible for her to escape.

"What else are you doing?" Sensing his restless movements, Feng Xihe panicked again.

A thin smile flashed across her dark eyes, and a magnetic voice drifted past her ears, "You have agreed to it, and the king will naturally take you to recall those nights."

While she was still struggling endlessly, Gu Shiyin covered her thin lips, pressed them against hers, and drove straight in.

(End of this chapter)