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

He should do something.

He could not let his future impulsiveness destroy his own hard-won happiness, nor the half-life trust that Yuan'er had given him.

Ji Wushang closed his eyes.

What should he do?

Ask Yuan'er to embroider a purse for him and write a line on it - Ji Wushang loves Jing Feiyuan the most in his life. If he dares to change his mind and let him down, will the sky strike him with thunder?

No.

No.

Foreign objects such as purses are unreliable. They will be damaged and forgotten to wear. They cannot serve as a vigilance for him at all times.

So……

How about engraving this line on your body?

The writing imprinted on the skin cannot be washed away no matter what. He can see it as soon as he takes off his clothes and be wary of himself.

Thinking of this, Ji Wushang suddenly opened his eyes.

This method is quite good.

He looked down at his arms, waist, abdomen, legs and feet——

Then, his eyes fell on his legs.

It would be better to imprint the handwriting on the inner thigh so that he can see it when he lowers his head. In this way, he will be able to protect himself as well as jade.

Ji Wushang is not a hesitant person. Once he has made up his mind, he must implement it immediately.

He stood up, pulled the little whale out of the study, handed the little whale to the guard in the yard, and then turned and entered the bedroom.

He closed the doors and windows tightly, sat in front of the bed with a jug of wine and a dagger.

It was very painful and torturous to carve words on his leg while he was awake, but he believed that no matter how painful it was now, it would not be as painful as the pain of losing Yuan'er when he made a mistake in the future.

He picked up the flask and took a few sips of wine. After swallowing, he took another sip of wine and sprayed it on the dagger.

He held the dagger in one hand and unbuttoned his robe with the other, exposing his legs and feet.

He stared at his thigh, and after a while, he clenched the dagger and fearlessly pressed the dagger against the skin of his thigh.

The next moment, he pulled hard, and a bloody streak opened on the skin.

Blood gushed out instantly.

He just frowned slightly and continued to stroke without shaking his fingers.

When Ji Wushang treated him cruelly, Jing Feiyuan and Yan Lilan also sent away the Queen Mother Qin and the young emperor, and returned to the courtyard surrounded by the guards.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw the little whale being carried on the shoulders of a tall and powerful guard. The guard was running wildly in the yard. The little whale hunched over and held the guard's uncle's head tightly for fear of falling, but he was obviously so scared. , he was so happy that he giggled, and everyone could see his happiness.

The little whale blinked when he found that his mother and Uncle Alan were back.

He just happily greeted his mother with a kiss, and then continued to play with his uncle, without any intention of pounce on her.

Jing Feiyuan shook his head and smiled.

Look, this kid is having so much fun that his mother is not as good as the guard uncle.

Jing Feiyuan nodded to the guards, waved her hand for the two of them to continue playing, then walked up the steps to the bedroom with her skirt in hand.

When she opened the door to the inner room, she looked at her good husband with a smile. She never thought that the scene of her husband sitting on the bed and mutilating himself caught her eyes unexpectedly!

She was startled.

What's happening here?

After reacting, her heart suddenly jumped into her throat!

"Ji Wushang!"

She shouted tremblingly, quickly stepped through the door and rushed to the bed, "What are you doing!"

Ji Wushang suddenly looked up.

Seeing Yuan'er's worried and heartbroken look, he curled up his lips and smiled.

With this smile, the pain that he had been holding back through clenching his teeth suddenly came back violently, causing him to moan in pain immediately.

Jing Feiyuan felt even more distressed when she heard his pain.

She half-knelt in front of Ji Wushang, looking at Ji Wushang's bloody thighs, looking at the dagger in Ji Wushang's hand, and watching the blood on the tip of the dagger dripping down...

She tremblingly stretched out her fingers to touch Ji Wushang's injury, but turned back halfway.

She clenched her fingers and looked up at Ji Wushang, "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Why are you harming yourself? What on earth are you doing!"

Ji Wushang felt heartbroken when he saw the glistening tears in her eyes.

He put down the dagger, stroked Jing Feiyuan's cheek and comforted him softly, "Good boy, don't worry, don't be afraid, I'm not crazy, I just want to carve something on my leg so that I can always be vigilant about myself and not make mistakes - —”

Jing Feiyuan was stunned when he heard this.

She glanced at Ji Wushang's bloody wound with no discernable scratches, and asked hesitantly, "Something that can make you always vigilant about yourself? Are you trying to imitate your mother-in-law's tattoos and serve the country with loyalty?"

Ji Wushang chuckled.

He endured the pain and flicked Jing Feiyuan's forehead, "The tattoo is a tattoo, but it is not about serving the country with loyalty."

Jing Feiyuan wanted to find some medicine for him to stop the bleeding, but he didn't know how important what he was carving was. He was afraid that if he interfered randomly, his previous efforts would be wasted and he would have to carve it again, so he didn't dare to move.

Jing Feiyuan raised his head and asked him, "What are you carving? To remember hatred? To avenge your mother?"

Ji Wushang curled his lips, "No, use your smart head to guess again."

Jing Feiyuan slapped his arm in a funny and angry way, "Stop making trouble! What's flowing on your leg is not blood, but water, right? It's dripping with blood. Who is in the mood to guess slowly with you!"

Ji Wushang smiled and lowered his head to kiss her brows, which were full of heartache.

"You are so timid, as timid as a sparrow, okay, I'll tell you that."

He said, "I want to carve a line of words on my leg - Jing Feiyuan is the love of my life. If you dare to betray her, you will be struck by lightning."

After Jing Feiyuan heard this, he suddenly showed an extremely shocked expression.

She couldn't believe how ridiculous she was hearing.

She suspected she had heard it wrong.

Is this man crazy?

Is your brain broken?

People either carve loyalty to serve the country, or they never forget hatred. What they carve is the most important thing, but the man in front of her is different. Is his blood-soaked carving just for such a trivial matter?

simply……

The word "ridiculous and sick" is not enough to describe the stupid thing he did at this moment!

Jing Feiyuan was stunned for several breaths, then slapped Ji Wushang hard, stood up and went to get the golden sore medicine.

Ji Wushang wanted to reach out and tug on her sleeve, "Yuan'er..."

She shook off Ji Wushang's hand and said coldly, "Shut up!"

She gave Ji Wushang a fierce look and walked quickly to the cabinet.

With her back to Ji Wushang, she used her sleeves to cover up and asked Xiaoyu to give her a bottle of golden sore medicine that was slightly more effective in stopping bleeding. Otherwise, she was afraid that the stupid man would bleed to death!

After Xiaoyu put the golden sore medicine in her palm, she put the original bottle of golden sore medicine in the medicine cabinet into the space so that no one would be suspicious.

She quickly came to Ji Wushang with the golden sore medicine produced by Space.

Ji Wushang saw her squatting at his feet applying medicine to him, and whispered, "Can you wait a moment? I have just carved two words and I haven't finished carving yet..."

Jing Feiyuan had already poured the golden sore medicine on Ji Wushang's wound and was gently applying the powder with a handkerchief.

Hearing Ji Wushang's words, Jing Feiyuan sneered and pressed hard!