home with a good wife

It was late at night, and the carriage was bumping on the mountain road. Zhuo Jingxuan was wearing a cloak and sitting in the carriage. The coachman outside opened the curtain and said, "Second Miss, we are going to Po Whirling soon." Zhuo Jingxuan nodded, After a few days of exhaustion, she looked a bit tired. She planned to take someone to Lu's house after returning to Po Whirling. Whether she cried or made trouble or forced her to death, she insisted that she and Lu Jing were already husband and wife. Skin-to-skin relationship... If Qingwan gave Cheng Tianqing the miscarriage medicine, and Cheng Tianqing's child was gone, it would be even more perfect. She would definitely be the young mistress of the Lu family. Zhuo Jingxuan clenched the silk handkerchief tightly, revealing her The winning smile.

The carriage staggered, Zhuo Jingxuan was startled, and said, "What's going on?" There was silence outside.

Zhuo Jingxuan opened the curtain and saw the coachman fainted on the ground, the dark mountain road was silent, a touch of red clothes appeared in the night, the man had long hair loose, and a charming face, "Ah!" Zhuo Jing Xuan cried out in surprise, got off the carriage and ran away, Jing Heng smiled slightly, and easily stepped in front of her, grabbed her neck, and said, "Miss Zhuo Er, where are you going in such a hurry?"

Zhuo Jingxuan widened her eyes, looked at him and said, "You, you are... Doctor Jiang?"

"Hahaha... I'm not Jiang's genius doctor." Jing Heng's smile became more and more charming, "I am the leader of the Demon Cult."

"Evil Cult?" Zhuo Jingxuan swallowed sleepily, no wonder, she found this "Jiang Miracle Doctor" very strange.

"You, what do you want to do?" Zhuo Jingxuan said in fear.

Jing Heng pinched Zhuo Jingxuan's neck with his slender and fair hands, and said, "You instigated Qing Wan to give Cheng Tianqing the miscarriage medicine?" Zhuo Jingxuan sneered, and said, "It's Miss Ben, so what? ?” Jing Heng threw her on the ground fiercely, and said, “I have already said that you can do whatever you want, but you are not allowed to act like a child in Tian Qing’s belly!”

"What? Are you really a part of that child?" Zhuo Jingxuan coughed and said sarcastically.

Jing Heng put his hands behind his back and said, "That child is Lu Jing's child. I want that child. The Lu family owes me!" Zhuo Jingxuan didn't understand what he meant. Ruthlessly, he took out a delicate golden box from his shirt, and said with a smile: "This is the beauty-eclipsing Gu, which I got from the Han family in southern Xinjiang." Facial-eclipsing Gu, hearing this name, Zhuo Jingxuan backed away. After a few steps, Jing Heng raised the corners of his lips and said, "Don't worry, this Gu won't do any harm to Miss Zhuo Er's beautiful face, but it will damage your mind little by little. How dirty your heart is is how ugly you look in the mirror, even in the eyes of outsiders, you are overwhelmed, but only you know what an ugly person you are." Jing Heng opened the door In the golden box, a blood-red light shot into Zhuo Jingxuan's forehead.

Zhuo Jingxuan let out an exclamation and fainted to the ground. Jing Heng looked at her with murderous eyes in the dark night. Finally, the red figure disappeared into the night.

When the coachman woke up, there was no Miss Zhuo Er in the carriage. He was so anxious that he looked around, and finally saw the crazy Miss Zhuo Er in a patch of grass.

Zhuo Jingxuan held up the hand mirror that she carried with her and let out a horrified moan. The driver hurried over and said, "Second Miss, what's wrong with you? Let the little one find it easier..." Zhuo Jingxuan grabbed him The sharp nails cut the back of the coachman's hand.

"It's not my face, it's not my face, right!!" Zhuo Jingxuan's eyes were a little crazy, and the coachman frowned at her. Although her hair was messy, she was still as white as snow and as beautiful as a flower. It's Miss Zhuoer's face, what's wrong?"

"This is my face? It's impossible, it's impossible..." Zhuo Jingxuan looked at the hand mirror, and in the bronze mirror was an ugly, distorted, rotten face.

"Ah!!!!" Zhuo Jingxuan's desperate cry echoed in the forest.

Around the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chu Simiao was the busiest. He had to deal with the ministers in the court, and he also had to reward the harem. The world is rich and rich, and the tributes from all over the world are exquisite and rare. There are many valuable things, the best and most rare objects. Naturally, they were all sent to Fengling Palace, even the suet white jade bowl that the concubine and empress had stolen was given to Yan Mu by Chu Simiao, and used as a water bowl for the two spirit foxes.

This mid-autumn palace banquet happened to be the No. 40 nine days when Chu Simiao and Yan Mu left Qingqiu. Chu Simiao planned to take off the black cloth on the cage in front of the royal relatives during the palace banquet and take a look at Qingqiu. The true face of Linghu.

Yan Mu was pregnant, and only Chu Simiao went to the annual autumn hunt. After the imperial doctor had finished his pulse diagnosis, Yan Mu sat in Fengling Palace, bored, with Chu Simiao's usual clothes on the bed, not for autumn hunting. The usual clothes, the folding fan was quietly placed on the clothes, seeing the folding fan, Yan Mu was still a little bit heartbroken, last time Chu Simiao avoided the seriousness, he still didn't know who the man painted on the folding fan was.

Fengling Palace is usually very lively, Chu Simiao was in front of and after, but now that Chu Simiao is not there, Yan Mu felt that the huge palace was strangely deserted, only the maids and eunuchs were busy in and out.

"Oh, this is the Fengyu Palace? It's really resplendent. In comparison, the Jinhua Palace in this palace is simply a chicken coop?!" A nice but somewhat arrogant female voice sounded at the gate of Fengyu Palace.