Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

If it weren't for my own personal experience, how could I believe that there is such an incredible thing in this world.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xuanchee only tightened Du Xuechun's arms when he heard the words, and said, "Why don't you believe it? I believe everything you say. As long as you are willing to tell me, it will be fine."

It was not that he didn't know that Du Xuechun had a special experience, but until she said it in person today, Feng Xuanche was still a little shocked. He looked at the woman's eyes and asked, "Live again?"

Du Xuechun nodded, "It's weird, isn't it? If it weren't for all of this in real experience, I would almost think that I had a dream in my previous life. I dreamed of a scene more than ten years later. In that dream, it even became a dream. I almost gave birth to a child..."

Feng Xuanche touched her head and comforted, "It's okay, just treat it as a dream. Now I wake up with me by your side. From now on, no matter what happens, don't be afraid." His voice was very gentle. , Du Xuechun's heart missed a few beats.

She stared at Feng Xuanche and followed his outline with her fingers, "Why don't you ask me, what is your ending like?" She felt worried when she thought of Feng Xuanche's tragic death.

Feng Xuanche shook his head, "What is the outcome, that is not the me now. I used to be, without you, life would not be better if I wanted to."

Hearing this, Du Xuechun smiled and said jokingly, "How do you know that you have to ask me? What if you were a hua boy in your previous life? The kind that you can eat, drink, and gamble?"

Suddenly, Du Xuechun felt Feng Xuanche's embrace loose, and she raised her head to look at Feng Xuanche. The man in front of him was sad and said, "I don’t think I’m this kind of person with or without you. With you, my boring life may be more emotional, but without you, I’m alone. ."

Feng Xuanche's determined words stunned Du Xuechun. Feng Xuanche in his previous life was indeed so. Standing at a young age, the mansion didn't even have a maid in the house. Many people speculated that Feng Xuan Che had a habit of breaking sleeves, but she knew that he had never met the person who was willing to treat him sincerely all his life. As everyone knows, this person is himself.

"I see." Du Xuechun smiled and made up his mind secretly. She could even save the life of the old lady, and she would certainly be able to take Feng Xuan Che's life back from the battlefield.

The two cuddled together, not saying a word, just feeling the temperature from each other, it was enough.

After a while, Feng Xuanche asked, "What do you plan to do with Liu Yun?"

Du Xuechun pondered for a while, and said, "Our wedding is about to arrive in one month. If I leave, I'm afraid that the child in Siyi's belly will also be harmed. Therefore, before that, I must let Song Qingyu pays the blood debt!"

With that said, Du Xuechun's eyes were filled with sternness, she had never hated a person so much.

The death of my mother, the death of my previous life, and the death of the unborn child in my womb are all closely related to this mother and daughter!

Feng Xuanche nodded, "I will watch this person for you first, and when you need it, I will send someone to tell me that I will **** him to the mansion myself."

At this time, Du Xuechun raised her head, her eyes moved a little, "Actually, you don't have to get involved in this matter. The man's ambition is on the battlefield, not in these back homes."

Feng Xuanche shook his head, "If you only said that Du Xiang was concerned about the face of the General's Mansion, he wouldn't have punished your aunt too much, but if I came to witness it, it would be different. For my face, or for his own reputation, your aunt must die."

Hearing this, Du Xuechun held Feng Xuanche's hand tightly, "Having you in this life is my greatest luck."

...

In the elegant garden.

For some reason, since Feng Xuanche arrived at the mansion today, Song Qingyu has been a little restless and restless. Eyelids keep jumping, as if something big is going to happen.

"Heng'er, Heng'er!" She was upset, but at this moment Du Qingheng didn't know where he was going, and couldn't even see her personal image.

"Mother, what's the matter?" Du Yi appeared. He was reading in the study, but he heard Song Qingyu shout.

Looking at Du Yi, Song Qingyu's expression slightly improved. She stared at Du Yi and asked, "Did you go to the Prince's Mansion recently? Have you asked the Prince's meaning?"

Hearing Song Qingyu's question, Du Yi was taken aback, not knowing why.

Du Yi's performance made Song Qingyu even more annoyed, "You, a brother, don't think about your sister! Didn't you ask Heng'er about the princess?"

"This..... This prince concubine's matter is not only the prince's family affair, but also the entire Dashun state affair, how can I ask it out!" Du Yi shook his head and said, "Mother, don't worry about so much. It’s time to take care of yourself."

"Fulfill your body?" Song Qingyu sneered, "If that calamity is not eliminated in one day, how can I maintain a good body! I'm afraid I have lived a few years! You have always been close to the prince, why don't you ask?"

Seeing Song Qingyu's stubbornness, Du Yi sighed again, "Mother, why are you embarrassing me? If the prince really wants his sister to be a princess, she would have been a prince. I will ask now, what does it mean? ."

Song Qingyu's face gradually became angry, and even her face became ugly. She threw the pillow on Du Yi and said, "You go! I don't have your son!"

"Mother!" Even if Du Yi had a good temper, he was a little annoyed at the moment. Song Qingyu didn't know why. Today, he was just as stunned as the devil, either thinking about how to deal with Du Xuechun, or thinking about how to marry Du Qingheng into the royal family. Such a crazy demon is far from the former virtuous and good mother.

In the end, Du Yi left Song Qingyu's courtyard with annoyance.

The sky became gloomy with people's mood, and Song Qingyu only felt cold all over his body. "Caiju, Caiju!" she called the maid.

A face-to-face maid ran over and said, "Is there anything madam?"

"My name is Caiju, what are you doing here?" Song Qingyu looked at the maid's face and her tone suddenly became bad. Whenever, her back room can come casually.

The maid's complexion changed again and she said, "Sister Caiju has suffered from the board and is now training. The slave is the master who came to serve in the wife's yard."

"What does he mean for you to serve? Is there no other maid by my side?" Song Qingyu said irritably, trembling a little because of his anger.

Seeing Song Qingyu's attitude, the maid's attitude also became sluggish. "Master said, all the maid's side are unclean. In order for the madam to raise her body quickly, the maids around them are all Dismissed, and a new batch has been inserted, so Madam will stop thinking about it."