so heavy...
Murong Feng felt some kidney pain and arched the person behind him, "The one behind, are you awake?"
Someone pretended to be asleep and kept quiet on purpose.
Murong Feng raised his eyebrows. With such a big commotion, everyone would wake up, right? What's more, this guy used to mess around in the battlefield, isn't he a bit unskilled in pretending to sleep now
Murong Feng curled his lips, and then kicked back mercilessly, kicking someone who was pressing on him and didn't want to move aside.
"Hmph..." Murong Feng snorted arrogantly, no longer caring about Sun Daoyan, then got out of bed, walked to the door, and opened the door halfway, that was the angle from which outsiders just couldn't see Sun Daoyan.
Outside the door, there was an extremely awkward maid, with her head raised and her hips akimbo, she looked very arrogant, as if she looked down upon others with dog eyes.
"Murong Shi, our master asks you, have you ever seen the General?" the maid said with a high toe, as if she didn't take Murong Feng seriously.
"Hehe, never, get out."
Murong Feng said with a blank face, and then closed the door with a bang, that action was extremely domineering.
Soon, I heard the maid cursing from outside, and the maid cursed for a while before leaving resentfully.
I can't live by doing evil, I have made myself a concubine, and I have to bear such a big trouble by myself.
"Ma'am..." Sun Daoyan lazily sat up from the bed, with a playful smile in his eyes, and joked, "This time you know the benefits of letting your husband take another room?"
"You shouldn't be called madam, you should be called concubine." Murong Feng rubbed his temples and reminded, feeling unspeakably sour in his heart, the feeling of retreating from the main room is really bad.
In a few days, after the ambassador has had enough time and left, he must get rid of the unsightly guy. At that time, he died of malaria, and no one dared to object.
"Then... my concubine?" Sun Daoyan smiled even more intensely in his eyes, with the corners of his mouth raised, looking in a good mood.
"..." Murong Feng didn't know what to say, "You, you, you, you, you, pretend you are disabled!" Murong Feng said angrily.
"Hurry up and get out, it's not good for others to see you here." Murong Feng glanced through the crack of the door and saw no one outside.
Sun Daoyan shrugged his shoulders, got out of bed, and got on his wheelchair, turned the wheels, and rolled out. Murong Feng opened the door and kicked Sun Daoyan's wheelchair, wishing him a helping hand He let it fly over the threshold and rushed out, and Sun Daoyan landed on both legs, and was able to stabilize the momentum.
"Murder your own husband?!"
"Hmph..." Murong Feng hummed, began to wash and change clothes, ready to have breakfast, feeling extraordinarily beautiful.
Enemy Princess? This is my mother's place, since you dare to come, be prepared to have a hard time for the rest of your life!
Murong Feng calmly tidied up his appearance and walked out of the room, heading towards the dining room.
In the dining room, a woman is wearing a red wedding dress. She has a pretty face, red lips and white teeth, and tender eyes. She looks like a lady from everyone. At this moment, she is sitting quietly on the stool with a slight smile on her face. She looks very dignified and easy to get along with look.
"Sister Murong, may I ask, have you seen the general?" The woman's thin lips parted slightly, and she raised her eyes and asked thoughtfully. A desire to protect arises.
"Hehe, who knows, I'm afraid he went to brothels." Murong Feng smiled, and said calmly, "Husband, he has a habit of going to brothels."
"Oh? Didn't he already..." The woman was a little surprised. She raised her head, her eyes were a little surprised, she opened her mouth, and stopped talking.
"He, although he is not going to lift, but he has a confidante in the brothel." Murong Feng said with a light smile, and put all the blame on Hongying.
Miss Hongying, I'm guilty and I deserve to die, but you have a lot, please help me.
"I heard someone calling me?" Suddenly, a voice came from outside, and the servants pushed Sun Daoyan into the dining room.
"Husband..." The guy from the enemy country hurriedly got up and saluted, "I will see my husband."
Sun Daoyan hooked his lips and said nothing, the servants automatically pushed him to the table, he picked up the chopsticks and started eating, completely ignoring the guy who was saluting there.
"Slave Nalan Feiye, please refer to your husband." Nalan Feiye changed his tone in a calm manner.
Sun Daoyan replied without even raising his eyelids, "Get up."
Nalan Feiye calmly got up and returned to his seat, picked up the chopsticks gracefully, and began to eat in a well-bred manner, which made people feel dignified and virtuous.
Murong Feng couldn't help clicking his tongue, this guy can really bear it... If it was him, he would pick up a fork in five seconds and try to kill him.
The three of them ate quietly, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward.
"Husband, slave, there is something I want to ask." Nalan Feiye said calmly, and in the end she was the one who couldn't hold her breath, and it was indeed her.
For a woman, her husband didn't come home all night on her wedding night. It's good for her to pretend to be so calm. It's absolutely impossible not to pursue it.
"Husband, where did you go last night? I sent people to search the whole house, but they didn't see you." Nalan Feiye looked up at Sun Daoyan and said, with a touch of worry and sadness in his eyes and eyebrows.
"I'm a useless person and I can't do anything, haha." Sun Daoyan laughed at himself, pretending like he was really useless.
"But...at least, I can take care of you." Nalan Feiye said sadly, with a very lonely expression. I just don't know if it's really lonely or fake lonely.
"No need." Sun Daoyan interrupted Nalan Feiye's words without any sympathy, and said impatiently, "I didn't go yesterday, and I won't go in the future."
The air suddenly became quiet, and there was no sound.
"Husband, did you go to the brothel last night?" After a long time, Nalan Feiye asked again unwillingly.
Sun Daoyan glanced at Murong Feng calmly, Murong Feng had done something wrong and buried himself in hard work, with an indescribably guilty conscience.
"Yes, so what, no, so what?" Sun Daoyan said indifferently, his words were ambiguous, which can be regarded as rounding up Murong Feng's lie.
"Why would my husband rather go to the brothel than...come to accompany me? Just because there is your confidante?" Nalan Feiye said calmly, his expression unchanged, making it difficult to see through his thoughts.
"Why did I marry you, do you know in your heart?" Sun Daoyan snorted mercilessly, and said lightly.