The naive female CEO mistook her husband again

"enough."

Mo Fusang suddenly interrupted Hua Jing's well-founded rebuttal, and the more he thought about it, the more disturbed he became. Could it be that he really wronged her?
But seeing that she was still dripping with water, her palm-sized face was pale from the cold, and her red lips had faded to purple, her heart ached.

Mo Fusang took off his robe and took a step forward to cover Huajing, but the latter took a step back, avoiding his clothes, and said coldly: "I can't bear the concern of the emperor."

Hearing her calling her Master Emperor, Mo Fusang felt awkward in every possible way, wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say. He just blamed her, but now thousands of words have become powerless.

His hand was hanging on her thin shoulders, but it was as heavy as lifting a heavy cauldron. The room was in a mess, and the two of them were silent.

After a long time, Huajing really couldn't stand the cold, the wind poured on her body from the hole in the roof, and the hot water was blown cold, and her whole body seemed to be covered with snow, which was abnormally cold.

She trembled and said, "Is there anything else to say?"

Mo Fusang had nothing to say, but he didn't want to leave just like that. He was annoyed that he was too impulsive and hurt people like this before he figured out the reason.

He decisively forced Huajing to put on a robe, and helped her to the bed, "You change into clean clothes."

After that, he turned around and began to clean up the debris on the ground.

Hua Jing clenched the robe on her body with both hands, trying to take it off, but the coldness around her made the robe less annoying.

Helpless, she had no choice but to climb onto the bed, close the gauze curtain, fumble for the clothes stacked by the bed, and change.

Through the gauze curtain, Mo Fusang's tall and straight body was bowed, very stiff.

A person of his status has been surrounded and served by everyone since he was born, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as not touching the spring water with his hands.

He picked up the barrel fragments one by one, gathered them in a pile, squatted down again, and stretched out his slender arms to grope for any leftover sawdust.

"Is it replaced?"

Mo Fusang's voice sounded with unknown emotions, as if he was asking if he could turn around. If he followed his usual temperament, he would turn around three times, so that Huajing couldn't find any traces, but he could see what he wanted to see.

But now that he has made a mistake, he should endure it and miss each other's great opportunities.

"All right."

Hua Jing replied after the engraving, she straightened her wrinkled skirt, stood up cautiously, and opened the gauze curtain with one hand.

She doesn't want to face this person in front of her, but she has to. Now that she is new here, Mo Fusang is the king of this world, and she needs someone to play games, let alone survive?

Thinking of Mo Fusang as a tree that would drop money, Hua Jing's face became much ruddy, and his expression was not as stiff as before, with a slight smile on his lips.

She walked slowly to Mo Fusang's side, condescendingly looking down on the extremely embarrassed figure who was still squatting on the ground.

"Okay, let Xiao Er clean up tomorrow."

"Aren't you angry anymore?"

However, Mo Fusang was still squatting on the ground, raising his head to ask Hua Jing, probing her complexion.

Hua Jing saw that he looked like he wouldn't get up when she was angry, so she temporarily suppressed the resentment in her heart, and nodded slightly to Mo Fusang.

Rao is a high-ranking emperor and teacher, and he can't escape a soft word when it comes to love.

Mo Fusang got up with relief, and then grabbed Huajing's injured wrist.

"hiss."

The flower mirror was suddenly held by him, causing pain again, and he couldn't help but retract his hand.

"I'm lighter."

Mo Fusang hurriedly said, and put his hand back up again, rubbing his fingers lightly on it, injecting some internal energy into the middle, Huajing could only feel a warm current circling around her wrist, swallowing up her pain, leaving the rest Yes, only soothing.

Just like that, Huajing was lying on the bed, while Mo Fusang was sitting under the bed, still holding that slender wrist in his hand, rubbing and rubbing it constantly.

Under the gentle attack, Hua Jing also experienced a day of exhaustion, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Her sleeping cheeks were peaceful and peaceful, her cheeks were pink and tender, her red lips were slightly parted, rising and falling with her breathing, Mo Fusang squinted her eyes, but couldn't move them any longer.

-

Beiming Yiyin returned to the Crown Prince's womb in despair, only to hear that the usually quiet palace was very noisy today for some reason.

As soon as he stepped into the main hall, he saw a group of women shouting and muttering something, trotting with basins of water, in the chaos, this maid bumped into that woman, and the two simply started arguing on the spot.

For a while, the noise was incessant, and Bei Mingyiyin was already bored. His wife refused to admit him, and he still had to listen to these irrelevant women making noise!
"Is everything upside down?"

Beiming Yiyin said in a deep voice, frightening all the women and maids to stop in place for an instant, they all knelt down in fear and shouted: "Your servants dare not, please forgive me, Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

Beiming Xinxuan glanced across them, and picked a maid who was close.

"Tell me, what happened?"

The maid was still young, and when she raised her head, Lihua's rainy face seemed to have suffered a huge blow, her mouth was sobbing that she couldn't speak clearly.

Fortunately, a smart eunuch next to him moved forward a few steps, and said out of breath, "Back, back to His Royal Highness, the princess, she's gone!"

"Gone?"

Beiming Yiyin didn't understand what he meant for a while, his face was full of surprise, and then he quickly reacted, stepped forward, and grabbed the eunuch's collar: "What did you say? It was fine yesterday, why is it not today?" Gone!"

The eunuch was numb and stupefied by Beiming Yiyin's vomit, as if he lost his mind, and heard the sound of dripping water, Beiming Yiyin looked down and threw him out in disgust.

"Drag it out and hit ten boards!"

Beiming Yiyin didn't believe a word of what he said, so how could someone just say no and just disappear?
Although this is not his sister, but he is Beiming Yiyin now, so he naturally wants to love his sister for him.

He walked quickly towards the side hall, all the maids running back and forth came out of Beiming Xinxuan's room, all of them had terrified expressions on their faces.

This scene looked like a damned person, Beiming Yiyin suppressed the suspicion in his heart until he stepped into the side hall and saw Beiming Xinxuan's body.

The person who was originally a living person was lying on the neatly covered bed at this moment, but if she hadn't had an outline, even Beiming Yiyin couldn't believe it, it was Beiming Xinxuan!

Her body was rotten like mud, especially at the ankles, which almost collapsed and turned into potholes, with bones faintly visible.

The rotten smell spread in the room, but under the impact of that violent sight, it became nothing worth mentioning.

Beiming Yiyin suppressed his rumbling stomach. He covered his mouth and nose, as if he was going to spit out his lunch in the next moment. He had never seen such a tragic corpse.

In order to investigate the case soberly, Bei Ming Yiyin had no choice but to leave the disgusting room first.

The night wind was bleak, blowing Bei Ming Yiyin's spacious robe.

His face was dark, and his deep eyes looked at the crowd kneeling below.

Everyone lowered their heads almost into the ground, for fear that the master's anger would be drawn onto themselves.

"Where did the princess go today?"

Beiming Yiyin is not a faint prince, he is a fake prince, and modern people's thinking prevents him from beating and killing people.

Except for the eunuch, of course, who made him disgusting.

"Back, back to the prince, the princess has never been anywhere other than looking for the emperor today."

Mo Fusang.

It's him again.

There was a murderous look in Beiming Yiyin's eyes, this person interfered with his affairs a few times, could it be that he is Si Xiang?
As soon as such a thought came into being, Beiming Yiyin became afraid for a moment, the flower mirror was still in his hand, damn it, he shouldn't be so careless!
After confirming the murderer, Beiming Yiyin called a few people into the palace. Beiming Xinxuan was dead. I'm afraid there are still many funeral matters to be busy.

-

Floating jade country, the palace of the crown prince.

The dim candlelight in the room reflected half of Wen Luohan's face. He leaned on the couch with open arms, staring at the dark night outside the window in a daze, his deep eyes almost taking in the entirety of the night.

Hua Lian lay shyly in Wen Luohan's arms, caressing his wide open skin with her slender hands, her fingertips felt slightly cool.

"His Royal Highness, the queen mother asked me to go salute and say hello to her tomorrow. Do you want to go with my concubine?"

Hualien Roujudo, she is worried that Yu Wanrong, the queen of Fuyu Kingdom, may come in a bad way. Now in the eyes of everyone, she is just the stupid third princess. Will she pretend to be stupid tomorrow, or not?
"I still have things to do tomorrow."

Wen Luohan didn't listen to Hualien's words at all, his thoughts were all on that stubborn look in his eyes, and he didn't know if she was wearing the jade or not.

"His Royal Highness, do you know my identity?"

Instead of asking him to tell the truth, it's better for her to confess herself. Now that they are husband and wife, if he wants to divorce, he can't.

Only then did Wen Luohan let go of the dark night, and turned his gaze to the person in his arms, before he bowed his head and kissed him without saying a word.

A burst of coldness made Hua Lian's body tremble, and she felt the threat of death. Although the kiss was extremely ambiguous, she could not feel any love in it, not even warmth.

He doesn't love her, she has always known, but she is not reconciled, she always thinks that one day, this coldness will have a little bit of residual heat.

In the early morning of the next day, Hualien felt that her body had been run over by a car several times, and she was sore and numb. She struggled to wake up, her weak arms stroking the bed beside her.

unmanned.

Wen Luohan left at some point, leaving only her covered in bruises.

Tears slowly fell from the corners of Hualien's eyes, but they couldn't soak her jade pillow. This palace doesn't even accept tears.

She helped the side of the bed to get up, and softly called the maid who was guarding outside.

The maid hurriedly ran over, as if she was used to this scene, without any emotion in her eyes, like a robot, she lifted Hualien up, and called several maids in the same costumes to wash and dress Hualien together.

The dim bronze mirror reflected Hualien's haggard face. Her eyes were calm and unwavering. She understood that this was just the beginning, and her future life might not be much better than it is now.

A piece of red paper adds a bit of color to the red lips. The indigo black hair is in the eyebrows, and the gold hairpin is in the bun, making the eyebrows and eyes curved. The eyes are watery, and the face is like a peach blossom. The beauty of her first princess is now truly displayed.

She was dressed in a majestic red palace attire, showing her identity.

Today's Hualien is an upright princess.

The maid serving beside her never looked enviously, instead there was a trace of contempt in her eyes.

So what about beauty, what about dignity, he is just a fool, he wanted to come here for a few days without getting sick, and then he started to seduce the prince in broad daylight, today the queen summoned, let's see what this fool should do!

The palace maid was proud and arrogant, she thought she was superior to others after serving Wen Luohan for several years, now that a princess who was not to be seen came to the mansion, she would step on it.

The news that the Crown Princess did not go to bed on the day of her wedding had already spread throughout the entire Crown Prince's womb, causing everyone to discuss it.

Mostly they sympathized with His Royal Highness, such a handsome, gentle and humble person, yet married a fool.

A small group also voiced their voices, disliked the prince's behavior, since he proposed marriage on his own initiative, he should treat him better.

Naturally, the minority is no match for the majority. This has been a truth since ancient times.

Although Hualien has been imprisoned these days, she is neither deaf nor blind. She knows all kinds of rumors in the palace.

She could also see clearly the disdain in the court lady's eyes just now.

But she doesn't bother to argue with her, it's a shame.

As the first princess, of course she is not a soft persimmon, the arrogance in her bones and the nobility of a princess are something no one can trample on!

Hua Lian's beautiful eyes smiled, looked at the maid at the side, and said softly, "What's your name?"

"Back to the crown princess, the maidservant's name is Ruoyi."

Ruoyi didn't expect Hualien to ask suddenly, and the disdain in his eyes hadn't gone away, so he hurriedly lowered his head to cover it up.