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

Jing Feiyuan laughed out loud at his joke.

She knew that her blushing face was really disappointing, so she didn't even have the confidence to argue and could only let Ji Wushang laugh at her.

Ji Wushang smiled, took out the clothes and shook them off, turned his back to her, untied the cloth from his waist and prepared to put on clothes.

As soon as he turned around, Jing Feiyuan saw the scars on his back.

The most serious scar runs from the left shoulder blade to the right side of the waist. The color of the scar is very dark, and there is hyperplasia on the scar. You can tell at a glance how tragic it was at that time.

Jing Feiyuan gasped in pain.

"When did you get this injury?"

She walked up behind Ji Wushang and gently touched Ji Wushang's scar with trembling fingers, sliding from his shoulder blade to his waist little by little.

Ji Wushang tensed his back sensitively.

Feeling the sliding path of Jing Feiyuan's fingers, he knew which scar Jing Feiyuan was talking about.

He said, "Four years ago."

After a pause, he added, "It was the fierce battle in which Sang Yu, the mother of the little whale, died trying to save me. At that time, my back was slashed with a big knife and blood flowed profusely. I endured the pain and avoided their attacks. But I couldn't hide from the hidden arrow of the enemy hiding in the dark... When my life was hanging by a thread, it was Sang Yu who rushed out to block the arrow for me. Unfortunately, the arrow was poisonous. The poison struck her heart and she died. "

Jing Feiyuan caressed the shocking scar and listened to Ji Wushang talking about the loneliness of Sang Yu's death. Even though she had never set foot on a battlefield, she could imagine the cruelty and tragedy at that time.

She was already grateful to Sang Yu for saving Ji Wushang, but now that she saw Ji Wushang's scar, her gratitude to Sang Yu became even stronger.

She opened her arms and hugged Ji Wushang from behind.

She couldn't go back to four years ago to protect Ji Wushang. She could only press her cheek against Ji Wushang's back and kiss Ji Wushang's scar silently.

Ji Wushang stood with his back to Jing Feiyuan.

Feeling the warmth covering his back and the gentle kiss falling on his skin, he was stunned for a moment, and then his fingers suddenly clenched the clothes tightly.

He closed his eyes.

Every time his Yuan'er kissed, his fingers became harder.

As Yuan'er kept kissing the scar, his patience slowly reached its limit.

His voice was low and hoarse, "Yuan'er..."

After shouting softly, he loosened his fingers and dropped his clothes. He suddenly opened his eyes, turned around and hugged Yuan'er into his arms, looked down at Yuan'er's beautiful cheek, and kissed her heavily.

Jing Feiyuan hooked his neck and deepened the kiss.

There was white mist in the bathtub next to it, and layers of gauze seemed to be floating in the small room. The two of them hugged each other and got close to each other in such hazy and beautiful light and shadow.

suddenly……

Jing Feiyuan realized something was wrong.

She opened her misty eyes and looked at Ji Wushang, who was even more devoted than she was. After two breaths, she leaned forward, trying to feel the strangeness of Ji Wushang——

After feeling it clearly, she immediately stretched out her hand to push Ji Wushang's handsome cheek, lowered her head to look down, and whispered, "You... you seem to be..."

When she lowered her head and saw that moment, she was dumbfounded.

She looked at it in astonishment, wondering how Ji Wushang's illness suddenly healed.

Because of her pushing away and lowering her head, the addicted Ji Wushang regained some consciousness and lowered his head to look down.

He was also shocked when he saw his body!

and many more!

That is……

Why is he suddenly okay again?

He stared at it and suddenly reacted, "Yuan'er!"

He grasped Jing Feiyuan's shoulders tightly and saw Jing Feiyuan staring blankly at him with a pair of bright eyes. His mind exploded with a buzz!

The next moment, he reached out and picked up Jing Feiyuan, walked out of the bathroom quickly, and walked to the bed.

Jing Feiyuan didn't react until he picked her up.

She quickly said, "You still have internal injuries, you can't use force, please put me down quickly!"

Ji Wushang lowered his head and took a deep look at her.

How could you let it go at a time like this?

It is absolutely impossible.

Ji Wushang turned a deaf ear and strode to the bed, put Jing Feiyuan down, tore off the beautiful curtain and leaned over to cover it.

In the bed tent——

Jing Feiyuan said, "Ji Wushang, you are still injured, please don't..."

Ji Wushang coaxed her, "Fool, the best time for us is when we are injured. You were afraid of me before and afraid that I would hurt you. Now that I am injured and so weak, will you still be afraid of me, huh?"

"..."

Jing Feiyuan was silent.

Ji Wushang coaxed her again, "My dear Yuan'er, if you are still so afraid of me, then how about you tie me up with a rope? Tie up my hands and feet so that I can't hurt you, okay?"

Jing Feiyuan was shocked and hesitated, "...tying you up?"

Ji Wushang continued to coax, "Yes, tie me up, and then you can do it yourself."

"..."

Jing Feiyuan looked at the two green silk ribbons that Ji Wushang had thrust into his hands, and then looked up at Ji Wushang's handsome face.

Looking at the anticipation and surging emotions in the man's eyes, she swallowed embarrassingly.

Let her have a daughter's home and do it by herself...

This……

How could she do this?

but……

The shadow in her heart always has to be overcome, right?

She couldn't let her husband really be a celibate monk for the rest of his life.

Looking sideways at the green silk ribbon, Jing Feiyuan's eyelashes trembled slightly.

This seems to be the best way.

Jing Feiyuan took a deep breath, and then shyly motioned to Ji Wushang to stretch out his hands.

Ji Wushang curled his lips and smiled, cooperating lovingly. He stretched out his hands and let Jing Feiyuan shake his hands and tie the green silk ribbon around his wrists one after another.

Then, he let Jing Feiyuan tie his hands to the bedside by pulling the silk ribbon.

He was tied with his hands above his head. He was like a pig, cow or sheep waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board, letting Jing Feiyuan bully him.

Jing Feiyuan knelt beside him and looked at him with red cheeks, "Wait a minute..."

His voice was low and hoarse, "I can't wait any longer, I'm going to die from discomfort."

Jing Feiyuan glanced quickly, then ran out of bed with a blushing face and ran to the candlestick.

She blew out the candle, went to the table, poured two large cups of herbal tea, and drank it down. She raised her hand and patted her cheek vigorously, then dragged her panicked legs towards the bed as if she was about to die.

tonight.

She must cross this hurdle.

for sure.

……

In the courtyard outside the house.

Zheng Zhien and the guards were chatting and laughing in a low voice, when suddenly, the bright room went dark.

They all turned to look at the room.

"Hey, the prince and princess blew out the lamp and took a rest so quickly?"

"Didn't Nanny Tan just bring the food in, and now she's finished eating it? Are you devouring it in a hurry? Oh my, is our prince too careless about his image?"

"That's right, it's okay to eat so quickly and in such an inelegant way. After the meal, he actually didn't ask anyone to clear away the plate. Does he plan to leave the leftovers until tomorrow morning? Isn't it okay to be so sloppy in front of the princess? not too good?"

"Not only that, the bath water that was sent in has not been poured yet..."

Several people murmured in low voices, and when they said this, they suddenly understood.