You scumbag husband left me to a beggar? I am reborn to kill madness

Jing Feiyuan wore a hijab, unaware that Ji Wushang was gazing at her affectionately.

She heard the laughter and laughter of Nanny Tan and several neighbor aunts outside the room, and couldn't help but laugh under the hijab.

She asked softly, "Why did you lock the door? Your Majesty didn't go out to toast?"

Ji Wushang stood in the light and shadow of the setting sun, looking at his bride with a smile.

He whispered, "I'm not going. I'm just the son-in-law of the Jing family, not the master. Why do I need to go out to toast and accompany the guests? I just need my father-in-law, mother-in-law, brother-in-law and the emperor's nephew to help take care of me. As for me, I'm here I can hide and relax here, spending time with my wife——"

He approached Jing Feiyuan's ear and said with a smile, "Madam, please don't rush your husband away, okay?"

Jing Feiyuan felt a tingling sensation on his back as he listened to the deep and sweet voice beside his ears.

Even with a layer of hijab, the heat still made her ears burn.

He called her "wife"...

He is calling himself husband...

Obviously, when walking on the street, I could hear different people calling "Niangzi" all the time. Obviously, the word "Niangzi" is not a secret title, but when these two words are called out from this man's mouth, there is something about it. A magical power that makes your scalp numb and your back numb.

Jing Feiyuan clenched the handkerchief in her sleeves, lowered her head and said shyly, "How dare I drive the prince away? The prince only gave me some ginseng, deer antlers and other medicinal materials, but he didn't give me bear heart, leopard gallbladder, etc. How dare I? It’s disrespectful to you, don’t you think?”

Ji Wushang was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.

How could his Yuan'er be so lovable?

He opened his arms and gently hugged Jing Feiyuan into his arms.

He has never experienced the joy of finally being able to hug the person he loves most and be close and warm with the person he loves.

Looking down at his little wife who was leaning obediently in his arms, he smiled and said, "It's great. I can finally hug you like this openly. I can finally get close to you, Yuan'er——"

He wrapped his arms tightly around the person in his arms, and he sighed with satisfaction, "I have been waiting for this day for a long time. I have been waiting since the day I met you, and now I finally got my wish."

Jing Feiyuan leaned into his warm embrace and listened to the sound of his heartbeat.

This was the first time in her past life and this life that she was so close to a man other than her family.

Strange, but not annoying at all.

This kind of closeness made her feel as if a kind of happy power was seeping from this man and entering her heart, making her involuntarily happy.

"Tired?"

She heard Ji Wushang ask her softly.

Just as she was about to shake her head, Ji Wushang let go of her, put his arm around her waist and supported her arm, saying to her, "Come on, I'll help you sit down. Let's take off the hijab. It must be very hot and uncomfortable -"

She swallowed the words that reached her throat and walked forward in step with Ji Wushang's pace with a smile.

Soon, she sat on the wedding bed.

Through the gap in her hijab, she saw Ji Wushang turn away and go to the table to get a red wedding scale.

She thought Ji Wushang would lift the hijab immediately, but in the end, Ji Wushang stood in front of her and asked with a smile, "Does Yuan'er know the meaning of this happy scale?"

Jing Feiyuan said, "It means contentment, which means that the couple will be happy and worry-free in the future."

Ji Wushang shook his head, bent down and smiled in her ear, "More than that, this scale is also called Zhuzi. The homophone of Zhuzi is also equal to Waiting Zi——"

He said word by word, "Do Yuan'er know what waiting for son means, huh?"

"..."

Jing Feiyuan didn't expect that this seemingly serious prince could have so many tricks up his sleeve, and his heart beat a few times faster.

She shyly ducked to the side and quickly lowered her head, her cheeks turning red for a moment.

Ji Wushang looked at her shy and evasive look, smiled and tapped his palm with a scale.

Taking advantage of her shyest moment, Ji Wushang raised his hand to lift the hijab with a scale.

So, the first time the two met each other behind the hijab, she lowered her head in shame, and he lowered his head and looked at her with a loving smile. She noticed that the hijab was gone, looked up, and bumped into his affectionate smile. In eyes.

The two of them stared at each other, and the faint light from the setting sun outside the window enveloped the two of them, as if they were covered with an extraordinarily warm and ambiguous gauze.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Ji Wushang spoke first to break the sweet atmosphere.

"When I saw Yuan'er wearing golden clothes before, I thought it was already stunning. I never thought that Yuan'er would be even more beautiful than that day when she put on this red wedding dress -"

He lifted his robe gracefully and sat down next to Jing Feiyuan.

He looked sideways at Jing Feiyuan with a smile and said softly, "What should I do? I feel a little ashamed of myself. I don't even dare..."

He got closer to Jing Feiyuan and whispered word by word in her ear, "I don't even dare to get my hands on such a beautiful Yuan'er."

Jing Feiyuan originally thought that Ji Wushang was just praising her beauty and was so happy, but who knew that Ji Wushang said the following words right after?

This is not to praise her beauty. This person's real purpose is obviously to elicit the following sentence.

She glanced at the man sitting very close to her with watery eyes, and felt that her cheeks were about to burn.

She moved to the side, lowered her head and smiled, "On weekdays, the prince is always taciturn. He doesn't seem to be able to talk. Why do you talk so much now?"

Ji Wushang smiled, "Do I talk a lot?"

Jing Feiyuan nodded, "Duo, you keep saying one sentence after another, so I don't know how to answer it."

Ji Wushang put down the scale.

His slender fingers held Jing Feiyuan's hand on his knee, and his fingers intertwined with Jing Feiyuan's little by little.

He played with Jing Feiyuan's fingers with his other hand and whispered, "Yuan'er doesn't know how to answer the call, so don't answer it. Then... just call me husband, keep calling me, keep calling me." Calling me is enough."

Jing Feiyuan looked at the intertwined fingers of the two people and listened to the confusion in his ears.

husband...

husband...

These two words were murmuring on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't say them out.

They were obviously married, and they were already a legitimate couple, but these two words were like cutting out her tongue, and she couldn't say them out.

Ji Wushang looked at her slightly tensed body and looked troubled, and smiled.

He asked softly, "Why, can't you shout? Are you sorry?"

Before Jing Feiyuan could speak, he held Jing Feiyuan's waist, leaned over Jing Feiyuan, and used his own weight to force Jing Feiyuan to fall to the side——

"I'm sorry to call you husband..."

"It's okay."

"Let my husband teach you how to open your mouth and how to call people..."

"..."

Jing Feiyuan was no match for Ji Wushang's strength, and her waist softened and she was pressed against the bed.

She looked up at the person who was following her. She looked at the person who was suddenly only a few feet away from her. Her watery eyes flickered, and a very handsome face was reflected in them. And a pair of eyes filled with unknown emotions——

Looking into those eyes, her breath tightened, and her slender fingers subconsciously grabbed the quilt beside her.