Uncle's First Favorite Concubine

Chapter 1239 Song Wenlin's leg was crippled
"Bring me a bottle of pear blossom wine." Xiao Liu ordered, then lay down and continued to shake his legs.

After Nangong Han left, he went straight to the woodshed.

There are two servants guarding the door, "My lord!"

"Well, open the door." Nangong Han stood in front of the door.

After the door was pushed open, one could see a person lying on the ground inside.

One of the servants went in and kicked, grabbed his hair and stood up.

A familiar face appeared.

It was Song Wenlin whom Xiao Liu had only met during the day.

Nangonghan exuded air-conditioning, walked in, stood in front of him, and looked down at Song Wenlin.

Song Wenlin had already woken up, struggling uncomfortably, and then saw Nangong Han.

"You...King Han, why did you arrest me?"

Nangong Han's eyes flickered, Song Wenlin had never seen him before, how could he recognize him at a glance?

"I heard that Mr. Song sent a basket of flowers to my princess. I don't know what it means?"

Although he didn't follow Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu didn't tell him about it either.

But he arranged a dark guard around Xiao Liu to protect him, and every day he would report exactly what happened to Xiao Liu.

Song Wenlin's pupils shrank slightly, and King Han was not there, how did he know?
Could it be Xiao Liu who said it?
"I just saw that the little girl selling flowers was pitiful, so I bought it. I just saw Princess Han, so I gave it away. Didn't break the law?"

Nangong smiled coldly: "Coincidentally? That's really a coincidence. There were other women beside me at the time. Why did you only give it to the princess?"

"That's because I only know the princess, it's a pity to throw it away."

Nangong Han didn't want to listen to his sophistry, his mind was impure, and he wanted to get close to Xiao Liu, which was a heinous crime.

"You sent flowers to my concubine, and I have to return the gift."

"Come here, break his leg, and express your thanks."

Song Wenlin was shocked: "No, you can't treat me like this..."

"This king is here, there is nothing that is not allowed, and there is nothing that cannot!" Nangong Han turned his back.

There was a 'click' sound immediately behind him.

Then there was Song Wenlin's scream: "Ah..."

Nangonghan didn't turn around, "I believe that after this time, Mr. Song will not give gifts indiscriminately again."

He lifted his feet and walked out of the firewood room, "Throw people out."

If it wasn't for Song Wenlin's business cooperation with Xiao Liu, if he was killed, Xiao Liu would make trouble with him, and he would save his life today.

Song Wenlin's face was pale, his forehead was covered with sweat from the pain, and blue veins emerged from it.

He looked at Nangong Han's back viciously, clenched his fists, and said silently: "Nangong Han!"

Two servants lifted him up and dragged him outside.

There was a sudden scratch in the sky, and it rained heavily without warning.

Song Wenlin was just thrown at the back door, with a pile of rubbish beside him.

He raised his head, and the bean-sized raindrops fell on his face, which hurt his face.

His clothes were already wet, and the rain ran down his hair and his forehead.

At this moment, he felt very cold.

He opened his hands and muttered to himself: "It's still too weak."

He looked at the closed back door again, put his hands on the ground, got up slowly, dragged his injured leg, and left step by step.

In the heavy rain, his back looks lonely and powerless, but with endless tenacity.

Every step is very steady.

Xiao Liu was lying on the roof drinking, suddenly raindrops fell on her face.

She stretched out her hand, "Is it raining?"

Quickly looked left and right, the whip was thrown on the big tree next to it, pulled it, it was very stable.

She pulled and swung over, falling to the ground.

Quickly hide in the corridor. "How did the rain come so fast?"

Pat the dress.

(End of this chapter)