For a while, there was silence all around, and only Qin Liu's sobbing voice was left, which was also tremblingly suppressed by her.
Chen Li was stunned for a moment before he greeted him with a strong smile and said, "Hall of King Jing is down? His Royal Highness hadn't notified him in advance. At this time, our house is full of female relatives, and the concubines are not ready to prepare..."
The young man hurriedly said: "His Royal Highness said, said..."
"No need to prepare."
But at this moment, a clear and cold voice came from behind him.
Everyone hurriedly looked there.
Then he saw a young and expensive son, supported by a small servant, walking slowly into the garden.
It was clearly a spring day when a hundred flowers blossomed, but he was wrapped in a snow-white cloak, and his neckline was decorated with a circle of white fur. This person has wide sleeves and fluttering, wearing a jade crown, and when he slowly approaches, he looks like a god walking down the cloud, with a noble and indecent demeanor.
But when he looked at his exquisite face, he only felt that there was a bit of charm in that arrogant face, like a white fox that had only become a fine spirit.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly got up and saluted him.
That person was Jiang Suizhou.
Seeing the girl in the garden full of Yingyingyanyan saluting him, he raised his hand and motioned them to get up.
He scanned the garden without a trace, and then paused on Qin Liu's body.
really. He thought.
He knew that Chen Ti worked hard to get Huo Wujiu to his house and would not do nothing. However, he did not expect that Chen Ti would be able to afford it so, in order to toss Huo Wujiu, he would be able to make such an act of losing his wife and breaking down.
He quietly glanced at Huo Wugui.
Unsurprisingly, this person was still aloof from the outside, and even when he came, he didn't even look at him.
But fortunately, seeing that the crying woman is quite far away from Huo Wujiu, she must be trying to corrupt him. The situation is not too bad.
Jiang Suizhou had a general idea of the current situation, walked slowly in front of Chen Li, and stopped at a position three steps away from her.
"Come here without telling me, I'm harassing Madam Chen." He said slowly.
Chen Li hurriedly saluted him, and forced a smile: "What is the prince saying? You are willing to come, to teach the humble house and flourish..."
Jiang Suizhou looked around the garden of the Chen Mansion.
His own house is indeed quite simple and ordinary, and it cannot be compared with the golden houses that he bought with money from ink.
"Humble House..." Jiang Suizhou pointed out, with a two-pointed smile on his face.
Chen Li's heart was a little flustered inexplicably.
Seeing Jiang Suizhou's conversation turn, he smiled lightly: "Pengxun will not be brilliant. This king is here today, but he is not at ease with the people in the house. Come and see if he wants to trouble you again."
As he said, his gaze slowly wandered around the garden, and finally fell on Qin Liu.
"Now it seems that this king is here at the right time?"
He had a calm tone and sounded quite kind, but for some reason, everyone in the courtyard raised their throats and dared not make any noise.
Qin Liu, shivering in his robe, carefully raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Suizhou.
Seeing that His Majesty King Jing, who was not as pretty as a mortal, gave Huo Wujii a cold look, and walked forward. The little eunuch who was following Huo Wujiu immediately understood what he meant, and trot up to the ground, and moved him an armchair.
The majesty slowly sat down on the grandmaster's chair, the great cloak fluttered, graceful and expensive.
She saw that the highness who was leaning on the chair, his eyes fell on her.
Those eyes were cold and arrogant, like a mortal standing on the clouds and staring down into the dust, but they had an inexplicable charm, as if they wanted to suck people over, and the moths rushed into him.
For a moment, Qin Liu looked at him, only to feel that his breathing had stopped.
But at this moment, she heard that His Royal Highness King Jing speak.
"Talk about it," he said. "What happened."
Qin Liu just woke up like a dream, hurriedly looking at the people around him. But she didn't expect that she only looked at the time of His Royal Highness Jing Jing for a few breaths. The Madam Huo, who had owed her a glance since entering the garden, actually looked at her.
His eyes were cold, his brows were frowning, and he looked down at her as if looking at something dirty.
Qin Liu took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
Since His Royal Highness King Jing is here, the development of the situation will definitely change. As for whether the fermentation will be more serious or the major event will be reduced, it depends on the attitude of King Jing.
Now it seems that King Jing deeply hates Huo Wugui, and he only needs to add a fire himself to make things worse.
She swallowed her saliva, dared to shake off the maids on both sides, greeted her, and knelt down in front of Jiang Suizhou.
"His Royal Highness Jing." She said with tears in her eyes, choked with sobs. "The matter involves the reputation of the slave family. Although it happened in the public, the slave family has no face to say it!"
With that said, she couldn't help it, lifted her sleeves to wipe her tears, and while wiping tears, she choked up and said, "It's better to let the slave house die, but you will be innocent!"
She knows that men are the ones who eat this set most.
As long as she shows her weakness and becomes the one who is being bullied, she has to make others feel soft. A man's heart is inherently biased, and once it becomes soft, it will become more biased. At that time, what did she say, what would he believe
Wiping tears, Qin Liu didn't forget to peek at Jiang Suizhou.
But I saw that His Royal Highness Jing, as if he hadn't seen his tears at all, stretched out a slender, white and transparent hand from the cloak, took the hot tea from the eunuch next to him, and drank it slowly. A bite.
"I don't want to let it go." He said lightly.
Qin Liu was taken aback.
Seeing that His Royal Highness put the tea aside, raised his hand and pointed randomly in the crowd, he nodded a lady, and said slowly: "Please this lady to come and tell the king."
Qin Liu was completely dumbfounded.
She actually forgot that the man in front of her was a man who didn't like women. This set of her drama was clearly shown to the blind.
She hurriedly turned her head and saw that he was pointing to the wife that the son of Anguo had married.
She had just contacted the woman, and after chatting a few words, she could see that she was a young lady raised by a high-ranking family, and her husband spoiled her again. She had never had any hardships in her life, and her mind was as simple as a blank sheet of paper. .
Sure enough, when King Jing called her name, the elder wife was dumbfounded. She looked at King Jing and then at her again, standing there bewildered.
"Just now..." she said carefully, not knowing what to say.
Then Jing Wang smiled lightly at her.
"Madam is fine to tell the truth," he said.
The lady hesitated for a moment, and then whispered: "It's nothing, just Aunt Qin didn't stand firm, she leaned on Madam Huo, was avoided by Madam Huo, and fell into the lake..."
"Is that so?" Then Jing Wang asked.
The ladies around looked at each other, and none of them refuted it.
Qin Liu's heart was cold to the bottom of his feet.
She saw that Jing Wang smiled and nodded at the lady, and then looked at her.
There was a satisfying smile in those fox-like eyes.
Qin Liu seemed to have just remembered at this time.
It seemed that King Jing, who had rushed in aggressively and asked Huo Wujiao to question his guilt, had simply faltered a shot.
He came today to clean up Huo Wujiu.
But everything was so logical, making her miserable.
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On the carriage returning home, there was only the rustling sound of the wheels.
Jiang Suizhou leaned on the carriage of the carriage, breathing a little bit unevenly.
In fact, he was not able to get out of bed until today. The Chen Mansion is not big, and he has no steps. He walked all the way to the garden, and he couldn't stand it.
Fortunately, it was solved perfectly.
He didn't give the victimizing woman a chance to speak, but pointed to a girl he had stared at a long time ago. The girl looked at her young age, dressed in gorgeous gowns, and had all emotions written on her face. She looked like an innocent, strong backstage lady who can't tell lies.
Sure enough, if she exposes the little concubine's lie, she can also let the main house deal with her on the spot as it should.
Although not terrible, she ruined her reputation.
Because of such a farce, he could also take Huo Wujiu away in advance, without having to stay there to smell the choking powdery smell.
Thinking about this, Jiang Suizhou was in a good mood and asked, "Is it okay?"
Now his relationship with Huo Wujiu is not so stiff, and it is natural to talk to him a lot. As long as he starts talking, Huo Wujiu will definitely be able to talk to him...
There was silence.
After Jiang Suizhou's questioning, the carriage became quiet again, and Huo Wujiu who was next to him did not say a word as if he hadn't heard him.
Ok
Jiang Suizhou looked at him suspiciously.
What's going on here
Huo Wujiu, who was sitting there, turned his head and met his gaze coldly.
"Good health?"
The answer was not what was asked, but instead asked him, suddenly, Jiang Suizhou asked in a daze.
"What?" He was taken aback.
Huo Wujiu suddenly raised his hand and covered his forehead directly, rudely and directly, messing up the hair on his forehead.
Jiang Suizhou reflexively hid away, but the space in the carriage was narrow, and he was not as strong as Huo Wujiao. Before he could resist, he was suppressed, allowing the rough hand to press on his forehead.
After a while, the hand moved away.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Suizhou got up from the carriage with an uneven breath.
He saw Huo Wujiu who had withdrawn his hand, and even withdrew his gaze, looking forward, his expression was cold and he did not squint.
"A lot better." He said lightly.
Jiang Suizhou felt a little funny for a while, and retorted: "It's not fever. What's the use of touching forehead?"
Huo Wujiu glanced sideways at him.
Jiang Suizhou was weak due to the drug. At this time, he only supported the carriage to sit upright. He didn't know that his pale face, unstable breath, and messy hair fell in the eyes of the opponent.
Huo Wujiu paused and opened his mouth before a sound came out of his throat.
"Since I can move, I will live in my yard." He said coldly.
"What?" Jiang Suizhou was taken aback.
Although Huo Wujiu is different from an ordinary concubine room, he is at best a prisoner of war held in his own house, but... how can he arrange where he lives so confidently
Huo Wujiu said quietly: "If you are consumed in the concubine's room, I will have to be sent back to the sky prison."
After speaking, he turned around and never looked at Jiang Suizhou again.
Jiang Suizhou was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses.
OK! This person dared to openly curse himself to death!
Sure enough, Huo Wujiu didn't say anything. When he opened his mouth, most of them wanted to anger people to death.
Jiang Suizhou glanced at him bitterly, and sat upright in the carriage.
I won't die! As long as you don't cut my head with your hands, I will live a long life!
Thinking like this, he turned his head, looked out the window, and ignored Huo Wugui.
But he didn't see that the hands that Huo Wujiu placed on his knees were tightly clenched into fists.
It was a person, hurriedly resisting the surging jealousy.
Even Huo Wujiu himself couldn't think of it. Just one glance, just a glance at Jiang Suizhou's weak and messy appearance, is enough for him to be upset, his eye sockets are hot, and even irritable that he wants to shoot through that shared Jiang Suizhou's appearance. Of the person's chest.
In the silence, it seemed that an evil dragon had awakened in his chest.
The dragon was greedy and irritable, his eyes fixed on some treasure.
The author has something to say: Gu Changyun: You may not believe me. If it were not for luck, I would have died eight hundred times.