Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

The rain seemed to be heavier, and amidst the thunder and lightning, Du Xuechun had finished writing the last word and slowly put down the pen.

"Since today, I have severed ties with the Du family. Since then, I have cut off justice and will never talk again."

On the paper is Du Xuechun's delicate teeny lower letters, with the signature, Du Xuechun written in the lower right corner.

Fold the paper and set it aside, Du Xuechun bowed deeply to his mother and grandmother, and took Mingying away.

"Never mind, never mind, Du's family can't tolerate such witches." Du Heng seemed a little tired, he said a few words, and saw that the rain outside was getting heavier, so he asked Du Qingheng to return to the palace first.

"Don't worry, Dad is planning these days. The position of the queen is yours sooner or later." Du Heng's promise made Du Qingheng happy. She thanked Du Heng and left Du Mansion in a happy mood.

Du Heng was the only one left in the ancestral hall. He stood with his hand holding his hand, looking at the rain curtain outside the door, with a trace of sorrow in his heart, not knowing where he came from, and why.

The severance book left by Du Xuechun was still aside. Du Heng's expression was put away as usual. He turned around, facing the rows of spiritual positions, his expression was dim in the swaying candlelight. After a long time, he spoke and said: " Du Heng has done everything for the Du family. I hope my ancestors will bless me and help me succeed."

Without head and tail, I don't know what he was talking about, but Du Heng left the ancestral hall facing the rain.

It was getting dark when she returned to the palace, and Du Xuechun was exhausted. Mingying walked into the house with her arm supported.

"Go and get some hot water." Mingying told the little maid of Kunning Palace to make a bedding for Du Xuechun in the house.

"Auntie, the water is coming." The little palace lady quickly called hot water and retreated silently.

Mingying knew that Du Xuechun was tired, so she removed her headwear and changed her clothes, while saying: "It's better to go to the wind and cold as a mother."

"Alright." Du Xuechun nodded, her voice was also exhausted. She wiped her face with a hot handkerchief Mingying had just washed, feeling more awake, and then put her feet into the steaming wooden barrel.

Suddenly a burst of warmth came, dispelling the cold from his body.

"Comfortable, Niang Niang." Mingying was combing her hair, and seeing her frowning brows finally unfolded, she couldn't help but rise a little, she asked with a smile.

"Yeah." Du Xuechun replied and closed her eyes. She has never been so tired and has never been so relaxed.

Du Mansion is a huge boulder in her heart. Du Heng never said a good thing to herself since she was a child, and now she wants to join Du Qingheng to push herself into the fire pit. So and so, her heart has long been cold.

She tried to look at her mother and her grandmother to tolerate Du Heng and Du Qingheng. Whoever wanted to make them worse, now she can't bear it.

After breaking this relationship, she didn't have to endure such pain all day long, and she didn't have to be merciful or soft-hearted when she did anything in the future.

After soaking his feet, the coldness on his body has completely dissipated. Du Xuechun felt warmth all over his body, and he was a little drowsy.

Mingying gently covered her with a quilt, ordered someone to lift the bucket down, and then dimmed the oil lamp and slowly moved out.

I don't know how long he slept, Du Xuechun felt that she was being hugged into her broad chest, and she knew Feng Xuanche was here.

She was a little thirsty, and pushed the people around her. Feng Xuanche thought that he had woken her up, and said apologetically, "Did you wake you up, Chun'er."

"Thirst." Du Xuechun couldn't open his eyes, so he arched into his arms at will, muttering in his mouth.

It turned out that he was thirsty, so Feng Xuanche got out of bed and brought tea, and fed a few sips to Du Xuechun who was bewildered. He thought that his nine-five-five-five-year-old man would not be angry at all if he was so called.

"What time is it now?" After drinking the water, Du Xuechun's thoughts became clearer. He probably slept a lot, but at this time he became more energetic.

She looked towards and poked Feng Xuan Che's firm chest, and asked vaguely.

The two were close. Although Du Xuechun didn't say it clearly, Feng Xuan could hear him clearly, so he looked at the hourglass by the bed and said, "It's about time."

"I slept for so long." Du Xuechun yawned and saw a drop of tears. She raised her hand and wiped it carelessly. She nestled in Feng Xuanche's arms, her voice was a little unhappy, and said: "The emperor should know Come on, I have severed ties with the Du family."

"Well, Chun'er did a great job." Feng Xuanche gently stroked her back with a big hand, his tone was very brisk, and said, "You will be mine alone from now on."

"That's not the case, the concubines and Wangchuan, and Mingying." Du Xuechun hammered his chest unwillingly, and Feng Xuanche's low laughter came over with shock.

Knowing that Feng Xuanche laughed at him, Du Xuechun's face flushed immediately, and said strangely: "The emperor is such an age, how can he still joke with his concubines!"

After going back and forth, Du Xuechun's dull mood finally cleared up.

"By the way, the emperor, do you really plan to let Zhao Shangshu personally **** the grain to the northwest?" Suddenly remembering this, Du Xuechun asked casually.

Feng Xuanche never got angry because Du Xuechun was in trouble with political affairs. In his opinion, nothing is more important than Du Xuechun. In the past, in order to balance the relationship, he was willing to go to other palaces to behave. Since Du Xuechun and his children are gone, he I'm completely impatient, I just want to let them know who he cares most about. If someone dares to be disadvantageous to Du Xuechun, then he can ignore his affection and let them know what the emperor's anger is.

"Well, it was not a whim to investigate Zhao Huaijin. Xue Ning has always sent people to stare at him. If he hadn't had any private affairs with Du Heng, I wouldn't take him any more. After all, after so many years of working for the court, there will be two more. I returned to my hometown in the first year of the year, and I just opened one eye and closed another."

Feng Xuanche took Du Xuechun into his arms and explained the reason to her.

Du Xuechun replied clearly. It seems that these old foxes are no more slippery than Feng Xuanche, the black-bellied emperor. The blame can only be blamed on them for always thinking that Feng Xuanche is young, so they don't put him in the eyes, so that they act more furious.

But this Zhao Shangshu is really miserable. Although he is less than seventy and eighty, he is already full of flowers. This is good. I am afraid that the last journey of his life will be handed over to the rugged mountain road in the northwest.

"Doesn't the emperor's trick to kill chickens and monkeys anger Du Heng?" Du Xuechun worried that Feng Xuanche's warning would arouse Du Heng's resistance, and asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, Chun'er, I used to worry about hurting you if I shot him. Now that you have nothing to do with him, I don't have to worry about it anymore." Feng Xuanche kissed Du Xuechun's hair, which was playful His hair stood up and swept across Feng Xuanche's cheeks, itchy, making him feel that the people in front of him were very alive.

He wanted to do his best to give Du Xuechun a better life and a more stable life.