Fierce Consort with Tyrant's Lavish Love

Sure enough, Feng Jun Xie was not a fool.

Furthermore, there was no direct evidence to indicate that Hua Jin Ge was a spy assigned to the Duke Palaces, so it would be natural that he would be useful if Hua Jin Ge were to live.

It made her even stronger.

"This king spared your life. I did not permit you to be presumptuous. Get out of here."

Feng Jun Xie frowned. Seeing Hua Jin Ge walk towards him, a pair of phoenix eyes shone with a fierce light as it shot toward her. Like a sharp sword, it nailed her to the ground.

couldn't even move a single step.

The first quarter moon had climbed to the top of the tree, and three or three points of cool moonlight shone through the casket into the room.

It illuminated the puddle of black blood on the ground.

There were still drops of blood falling from his hands, making a crisp sound when they fell into the pool of blood.

His face was hidden in the bright white and dark interweaving light, facing Hua Jin Ge, yet his face was already sketched out with his devilishly beautiful face.

"Since Ge Er has already agreed to cure Prince's poison, then naturally, I have to be responsible for the entire Prince's body. Now that Prince is injured, Ge Er has an obligation —"

Hua Jin Ge had not finished speaking, but a touch of coldness assaulted him. Feng Jun Xie used a speed that people could not see clearly to pull out the sword at his waist, and placed it at Hua Jin Ge's throat.

The sword was just an inch away from piercing Hua Jin Ge's throat.

"F * ck off."

A single word of order often signified that a person had used up the last bit of patience.

Facing someone like Feng Jun Xie, Hua Jin Ge knew that if he continued to persevere, no one could say for sure whether or not the sword in his hand would stab into her throat.

After all, he'd never been soft-hearted towards people, let alone women.

Her eyes dimmed a little, and in the end, she slowly turned around and walked out.

Bang!

The moment Hua Jin Ge's figure disappeared from the door, she had clearly heard a loud noise coming from inside the room.

The bed where Hua Jin Ge was sitting on earlier was sliced into pieces by Feng Jun Xie.

With pain in her heart, without even looking back, she walked towards the Shunliang's door with light steps.

Just as he was about to reach the entrance of the Shunliang, a voice rang out from behind Hua Jin Ge.

The sound of footsteps could be heard.

The person who came forward, was Middle Uncle.

"Princess, Prince ordered. Princess has just entered the palace and is not familiar with its affairs. He specially ordered this old servant to lead the way."

When Middle Uncle said these words, he did not look at Hua Jin Ge.

His gaze also landed on Hua Jin Ge's leg, which was currently bleeding profusely, as he sighed inwardly.

"Lead the way?"

Where to take her?

Supporting himself with the various trees at the corners of the wall, only then did Hua Jin Ge slowly and with difficulty follow the Middle Uncle and arrive at a low courtyard at almost midnight.

Here —

Was it the racetrack shop?

He saw all kinds of dirty clothes piled up in the yard and the stench that was assaulting his nose.

Hua Jin Ge could not help but frown, as the situation he was about to face had already become clear to him.

This Feng Jun Xie, was indeed —

Sigh!

"Manager Zhong, you've come!"

Just as Middle Uncle stood firmly in the courtyard for a moment, a fat lady used her apron to wipe her hands as she welcomed them.

The smile on her face was full of flattery, almost as if it was about to spill out from her face. The fat on her face was also trembling with her words.

Seeing the will of the people, this person's heart must be completely dark.

Hua Jin Ge looked at him coldly and thought.

On the other side, the Middle Uncle spoke some words to her before he left, leaving Hua Jin Ge standing alone in the courtyard.

On a cold night when the cold wind blew down to his bones, Hua Jin Ge could feel that his lower leg had already swollen into a pig's leg.

If he did not bandage the bone, it would leave a legacy in the future.

However, from the looks of the situation, it seemed that he didn't have the leisure to tend to his wounds.

Pow!

With a dull thud, the fat Madame threw a big bag wrapped in white cloth towards Hua Jin Ge.

Her cold eyes were filled with ridicule and disdain as she stared at her.

"What are you still standing there for?" Prince told you to familiarize yourself with the affairs of the manor, so you should start from washing clothes.

"What?"

Hua Jin Ge stared at the pile of clothes in front of him that was taller than him, his face darkened, "There's so much clothes, how can it only take one night — —"

"I don't care if you do or not, we servants will follow the orders given by the Prince. Do you not want to wash?"

Then why did you marry into the palace? He was kicked out on the night of the wedding, did he really think of himself as an imperial concubine?! Why don't you take a piss and see what kind of onion you are, hmph! "

With that, he spat at the battered Hua Jin Ge, and turned to leave.

This pile of clothes were the clothes of the servants in the mansion.

Feng Jun Xie had always been an obsession with cleanliness, his clothes were all taken care of by the embroidery ladies in the Phoenix Nine Pavilion, and it was impossible for him to get mixed up with the clothes of the servants.

Hua Jin Ge looked around.

No one was there.

Thinking about it, it was already midnight, the servants of the Raccoon Workshop had already rested.

After finding a flat place to sit down, she sighed.

At this moment, the pain in her foot was tearing at her thoughts, making her unable to focus on her thoughts, let alone washing clothes.

It seemed that the most important thing was to deal with the wound on his foot.

As she lifted up the hem of her wedding gown, she saw a shocking scene on her right calf.

On his lower leg, the broken bones had already punctured the skin and flesh, revealing a ghastly white mark on the outside.

His badly mutilated lower leg had become red and swollen from the walk just now.

Blood couldn't flow, and the black blood that was formed gathered on his calves. If one looked at it this way, it would be extremely horrifying.

There must be some residual blood under the flesh. If he did not clean it up, it was likely that his leg would become inflamed and break even if it was attached to a bone.

Gritting his teeth, Hua Jin Ge propped himself up using one leg to find a hidden place and took out a bone whistle.

The sound of the whistle was sharp but low. It pierced through the clouds and traveled a long way.

Not long after the whistle sounded, a black voice flew out and landed in the courtyard. The person stopped in front of Hua Jin Ge, and upon seeing her like this, he was stunned.