Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Song Jingwen knew exactly what kind of character his daughter-in-law had.On the surface, it looks like a hedgehog with fried hair, whoever touches it will prick it, but if it warms him gently, it can make him open his soft belly and take out a heart to return you.

Song Jingwen smiled when he heard the words, shook his head jokingly, and put his thumb dishonestly between the other's lips, "Your Majesty doesn't have the leisure to attack a commoner. As long as the one in the palace doesn't show up, don't come to us." His Majesty can't find an excuse to run around this yard."

Xie Feng was puzzled, "Are you sure that the beloved concubine in the palace is Yuan Moyi? Wasn't he bestowed to death by the former emperor a long time ago, how did he come back to life?"

There is no impenetrable wall in the world. When He Qianheng was hiding his eyeliner, Song Jingwen naturally couldn't be idle, and it was not impossible to get news from the palace.

Song Jingwen nodded firmly, "It's him. He came to our house a few days ago, and was locked up by Emperor Yanwen when he returned. It was the night when we set off fireworks, but he should have denied it. Even our house He didn't say anything about the fireworks."

It's really strange, Xie Feng turned over and changed into a more comfortable posture, "Didn't you... be with me that night."

When Xie Feng said this, his face turned red with disappointment, and he concluded that Song Jingwen had no chance to go out at all, so he groaned, "You can't guess."

Song Jingwen slapped him on the forehead and smacked his lips, "This is called inference. Song Zichen's distraught appearance is still not obvious? Besides, I have already seen the portrait of the male concubine, and it is indeed him. "

Xie Feng's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it, "Then it was a fake death before? It's a crime of deceiving the emperor."

"Where did the crime of deceiving the emperor come from? There is no such person as Yuan Moyi in the world. Even if there is one, who dares to say anything." Song Jingwen tapped Xie Feng's nose lightly, as if to wake him up, "That position Whoever sits, who holds the real power, will be above ten thousand people. Now His Majesty is the king, so what happens to the winner during the process is relatively so important?"

Xie Feng covered his mouth, and at the same time covered Song Jingwen's mouth. He let go of Song Jingwen's puzzled eyes, raised his index finger, and said angrily, "There are people outside."

Song Jingwen frowned, observed intently, but did not see anyone.He clasped Xie Feng's wrist with one hand, took off the ruby ​​dagger from his hand, and joked with a smile, "Are you guilty, baby?"

As soon as the words were finished, a black shadow flashed outside the window, Song Jingwen quickly threw the dagger out, and then went through the window.

Xie Feng looked at the empty palm, and immediately followed after him.

The black ink stained the dark blue sky, and the moon was covered, losing a bit of its brilliance.Xie Feng raised his head and looked at the sky, only to see the dark clouds covering the sky and the sun slowly moving towards this side.

Xie Feng gritted his teeth, and casually took a long stick of fireworks. Even if it wasn't used for setting off, it could also be used to knock people down. The mud filled inside was not to mention hard.

He climbed up to the roof, and quickly went up and down a few times, his eyes lit up, and he went straight in that direction, "Jing Wen!"

Song Jingwen looked back suddenly, and smiled helplessly, "I knew you wouldn't be obedient and obedient at all."

Xie Feng went forward to check carefully, seeing that no one was hurt, his heart sank.He also didn't care about the person who was slipped by Song Jingwen, so he blushed and approached Song Jingwen, blatantly kissing his loved ones.

Just like that, he was beaten and failed. The old god Song Jingwen pressed the back of his head on the ground to deepen the kiss, and commented, "The time is too short, and the ventilation needs to be strengthened."

"Then what, brother, can you let go first?" Yi San, whose hands were cut behind his back, looked straight at the two, but he was even more shameless than Song Jingwen, and smiled wretchedly.

Song Jingwen kicked him, "Honestly, do you have a share in speaking? Just stay on the sidelines, what are you shouting about?"

Xie Feng took the dagger thrown by Song Jingwen, slid it along his sleeve and disappeared.He grabbed his hair two or three times, straightened the soft bracelet on his wrist and tied it in his hair.

For a moment, Yi San stared straight at him, and he begged for mercy with a smile, "Hand hurts, please be gentle."

"Oh, I'm really not a bad person, I'm sending you a letter." Yi San said while looking at Song Jingwen, "Are you Song Jingwen?"

"Dare you come to the door, and you still don't know who I am after eavesdropping outside?" Song Jingwen laughed angrily, and slapped the back of the head according to the liar.

Yi San got angry, and cleverly broke away from Song Jingwen's restraint, turned his head, and Xie Feng put the dagger on his neck again. He hooked his head and looked at Xie Feng with a strange smile, "You look a little good-looking."

The dagger in Xie Feng's hand scored another point, and asked coldly, "Do you want to die?"

"Oh, it's quite fierce. Do you have any brothers and sisters? Let me introduce you. You have the feeling of a thief who draws a knife at the slightest disagreement." Yi San leaned back again as if he couldn't feel the pain. lean on.

Thick blood just flowed down the handle of the knife, Xie Feng's pupils shrank, but he still didn't withdraw his hand, allowing the opponent to send his neck to the blade.

Seeing this man strenuously spread his breath on Xie Feng's face, the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, "That's it, it's comfortable!"

Xie Feng endured until his fingers turned white, and coldly stretched out a hand against the chest that was approaching, "Is it none of your business? Do you have a tendency to be abused?"

Song Jingwen let out a hey, kicked the person over more directly, and stepped on the other person's chest, "Are you out of your mind, you saw my wife?"

Yi San laughed and stretched his hand into his bosom, took out a stack of papers and a kit, "I don't know good people, I'm here to deliver a letter!"

Song Jingwen took the letter suspiciously, and looked at the contents of the kit, but he didn't take it back, "Where is the person who asked you to deliver the letter?"

Yi San spread his hands and pouted his mouth to signal, "When I took this business a month ago, they were still at Hanxiguan. Now, I don't know."

He paused, his eyes flickering, "Maybe he's on his way here, whether he's alive or dead, it depends on God's will."

After Song Jingwen heard this, he didn't embarrass this person from the rivers and lakes too much. Apart from being a bit shameless, Yi San was still moral.

Yi Sanyi wiped his face and turned over with one hand on his back.He tugged on the collar indifferently, and wiped the wound casually.

It is no exaggeration to say that his image at this time is unkempt, suave and suave in his bones, but his appearance is not flattering.

Song Jingwen patted the dust on his hand, turned his head, Xie Feng dragged his hand over, wiped it carefully, "Go back and wash it."

Xie Feng didn't ask who sent the letter, and he didn't seem to care too much, and calmly adjusted Song Jingwen's robe.

"Xianhui," Yi San twisted his neck, and fell behind the two of them like a fart.

Xie Feng's cheeks were immediately stained as red as his earlobes, and his fingertips trembled.

He was quickly held by Song Jingwen again, and his shyness was even higher, "Go back and take a bath, your body is covered in mud."

Xie Feng looked over Yi San's body intently, and said thoughtfully, "You come with me too, it must have been a hard journey, rest your feet and go."

"What I want, what I want, it's not easy, I almost lost my life." Yi San babbled, "If it wasn't for that monkey begging me to take this trip with all his belongings, I wouldn't take this troublesome thing." .”

"To be honest, if you have sisters, you can also have brothers. You're the kind of person who is capable of writing and martial arts, but soft and sassy. I want to ask for one too."

Song Jingwen was so quarreled that his brain ached, he took the familiar Xie Feng and quickly disappeared.

Yi San unceremoniously occupied a guest room in their yard, happily counting the rewards in his arms.

"Big Dao Scar and the others came to join me, and they believed me." Song Jingwen waited for Xie Feng to read the letter and said, "I'm going to send someone to take care of me."

Xie Feng had known for a long time that during the two years that Song Jingwen had disappeared, he had met many people with the same disease, and this big scar was naturally one of them.

He didn't have any objections, and even acted positively, "The letter said that he brought his family and asked Zuo Kang to drive more. If there are too many people, let's rent another house."

Although He Qianheng destroyed Zhang Guo, he ordered his subordinates not to attack innocent people.

Zhang Guoguo was unpopular with the people, and allowed the nobles to bully men and women and run rampant in the market.Not focusing on making a living, but obsessed with sensuality all day long, has long been criticized by the people.

It is precisely because of this that the already resentful Zhang people have no psychological burden on defecting to Jia people.

Song Jingwen's heart softened, as if soaking in sweet water, "Leave it to Ji Zhou, as long as the daughter-in-law doesn't feel bad for money."

"What's so distressing," Xie Feng smiled and opened his dishonest hand, retorting, "I donate incense money to the temple every year, as well as porridge. The money that should be spent still has to be spent."

The money donated is only for Song Jingwen's safety, and now he has returned intact.Xie Feng believed even more, and sent out a lot of money to accumulate blessings.

If it wasn't for the pouting of the other party's mouth, Song Jingwen would have believed it. He is obviously a small money fan.

Song Jingwen's heart was astringent, his chin rested on Xie Feng's neck, he tilted his head to look at him, and speculated, "I'll take you to see that big boat tomorrow, this boat will come in handy."

Big Scar and the others will definitely not stay here for a long time. After being isolated from the world for more than seven years, they will feel a sense of strangeness to the outside world, a kind of fear from the heart.

Compared with the bustling Kyoto, according to Da Scar's temperament, it is specified that he wants to go back to the island.The left and right islands are safe and hidden, and there is an iron mine.

Zuo Kang knew Da Dao Scar and Hou Qing, and it took him a month to bring them back.

There were quite a lot of people following them. Song Jingwen blinked his eyes when he saw the two thin and thin people, and his laughter was mixed with just the right amount of care.

Didn't mention Big Scar's broken left leg at all, the two brothers put their weight on Big Scar's shoulder and praised him, "It's ok, it's all right."

Big Dao Scar hooked the corner of his mouth reluctantly, shook his head and said, "If it's not for running fast, it can be solved with one leg."

Hou Qing tugged on Da Scar's sleeve, still admiringly, "Brother Scar is the best, we are all brought out by him."

Da Dao Scar glanced at Hou Qing with a complicated expression, and pulled out his sleeve.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the atmosphere is not right.

Xie Feng hurriedly asked people to take the group of people to dinner first, while he silently accompanied Song Jingwen, jokingly said, "The big scar looks fierce, and he is about to catch up with me."

"Nonsense, he's not as good-looking as you." Song Jingwen returned to his senses, and kissed Xie Feng's chin.