Chapter 239
Wen Chengyun's arrival was beyond Cheng Weining's expectation, she hurriedly stopped the fake action of wiping her face, because she was afraid that the rouge and gouache on her face would be wiped off.As for the so-called token of love, she didn't take it to heart either. The worthless wood might be a gadget for throwing away Cheng Weiyao.

"Let go, why are you here?"

Seeing so many eyes under the sunflowers, Cheng Weiyao felt a little embarrassed, and voluntarily withdrew from Wen Chengyun's embrace after landing.

"The previous palace banquet is almost over. I'll take you home. The palace has been tidied up, and the Duke's mansion will not come back. You can't live in Ayu's palace and be a husband in the cold, right?"

Wen Chengyun stretched out his hand and tapped the tip of Cheng Weiyao's nose, his tone seemed very intimate, he was deliberately giving Cheng Weiyao a status, saving these women Xiao Xiang the position of mistress of the palace.

"I don't mind. If my sister-in-law wants to, she can sleep with me at night and still talk at night!"

Wen Liyu had already asked for a lot of gold and silver jewelry from Jiang Mengyuan's side. When she came over, she was obviously full of jewels. She blinked mischievously and took Cheng Weiyao's arm.

"I mind."

Wen Chengyun raised his eyebrows slightly, and with his long arms, he brought the man's shoulders into his arms.He doesn't want to go back to the capital, and he can only be a resentful husband who guards the vacant house alone.

"My lord..."

Cheng Weining spoke resentfully, trying to attract Wen Chengyun's attention.The atmosphere of the family in front of her was just right, she couldn't get in the conversation at all, she was angry and anxious, and she blamed Cheng Weiyao, the thief!

"Miss Cheng respects herself, the king is already married. Also, Wei Yao has broken away from the Duke's mansion. This is the king's concubine. You should leave your younger sister to other ladies."

Hearing Cheng Weining's voice, the smile on the corner of Wen Chengyun's mouth faded a little, he closed his eyes and began to distance himself from the relationship, and he did not forget to emphasize Cheng Weiyao's identity.

The status of the concubine, except for the concubines in the harem, should be present to Cheng Weiyao.When he came over, he found that these people were still talking about Miss Cheng, obviously looking for death.

"The palace is also exhausted, let's leave today. After all, Prince Qingping, you are a foreigner, and it will be inconvenient to stay in the palace for a long time. Let's take Wangfei back to the mansion together."

Jiang Mengyuan squeezed the gap between her eyebrows and the slime, but she was a little regretful that the Cheng family sisters in the government didn't pinch it up. As for the jewelry that was given to Jiang Mengyuan, it was considered a theater ticket.

The empress has spoken, even if Cheng Weining is dissatisfied, he can only watch the back of Wen Chengyun and Cheng Weiyao leaving hand in hand, if eyes can kill.The clasped hands were already riddled with holes.

Wen Liyu returned to her residence, while Wen Chengyun and Cheng Weiyao boarded the carriage to the palace.After getting into the carriage, Cheng Weiyao seemed a little silent.

"What's the matter? Did you hide it from you before you cared about me? Cheng Weining and I are not the same way at all..."

Wen Chengyun squeezed Cheng Weiyao's hand lightly, and began to narrate everything in a calm voice.Even if he returned to the capital, he would not be able to do such a stupid thing as throwing away his wife and remarrying.

As for the concealment of the overall situation at the beginning of the exile, it was to better stabilize the country and society. The most important thing was that the target was Cheng Weiyao, so I could safely let her be my right-hand man later.

On the contrary, it is Cheng Weining who is such a delicate young lady, who seems to be the existence of the oil bottle.

Of course, taking this opportunity, Wen Chengyun also confessed some things that Cheng Weiyao didn't know, such as the poison he and Wen Chengfeng were poisoned.

"Poisoned? Why don't you bring Mr. Huo back with you?"

Cheng Weiyao's attention was immediately focused on this key word. The prince and the current emperor were poisoned at the same time. It is strange that there is no ghost in the palace.

That being the case, Huo Yuanfeng should be taken back to the capital. Although the old man is a fool, his medical skills are indeed excellent.

"You didn't pay attention to my speech when you saw it. That's all happened when I was young. The poison has been suppressed since the year I discovered it, and these years, the imperial doctor has been regularly announced to check the pulse..."

There was a trace of helplessness in Wen Chengyun's brows and eyes, but the corners of his mouth were indeed flamboyant.Even though his concubine was clearly distracted, subconsciously she still cared about her own safety.

"Tell me, why are you so engrossed?"

Facing Wen Chengyun's approaching handsome face, Cheng Weiyao's old face blushed, she lowered her head and honestly confessed her concerns.

"It's not a big deal, I'm just worried that I can't be a good princess. The etiquette in the palace is cumbersome, and I've always been used to it..."

Cheng Weiyao knew that the main reason why she was able to thrive in Qingshi Town was because it was a folk town and there were not so many rules and regulations.On the first day she entered the palace, she felt the atmosphere of intrigue. She didn't like the comparisons and fights among the powerful.

"Princess is just a title. You just need to be yourself. What I like is the original you. As for the rules in the palace, you don't like to enter the palace less. When you return to the capital, you can still do what you like. Things. It’s good to be in business or to be a shopkeeper... Hurry up and give me a little prince, it’s even better..."

If there was no last sentence, Cheng Weiyao would have been very moved, but this obviously molesting tone made Cheng Weiyao raise her fist.

"Wu Qi, speed up, or your prince will be beaten."

Wen Chengyun yelled, Wu Qi who was driving the horse twitched his ass, and the carriage shook for a while.

But Cheng Weiyao flung herself into Wen Chengyun's arms unsuspectingly, her lips pressed against each other, her heart beating hotly.They didn't separate until both of them were short of breath, while Cheng Weiyao expressed that he wanted to go to his parents' house to reunite first.

She was worried about the situation of Cheng Ying and the others. Although she had discussed it well with Cheng Guogong before she got married, the people in the Duke's mansion have no reputation at all, and it is not impossible to say one thing and do another.What's more, he took away the treasures in stock with a wave of his sleeves.

"Okay, father-in-law has gained a firm foothold in the imperial court now. Although the official position is not big, he has come up step by step." Wen Chengyun pondered for a while and readily agreed. After Cheng Weiyao was exiled, he said goodbye to his parents. Homesickness is also completely understandable.

After hearing this, Cheng Weiyao knew what she was saying, and she climbed up by herself, indicating that although the family was separated, the Duke's Mansion did not help her father in his official career, and it really had no credibility at all.

"My lord, I'm here."

Wu Qi heard the conversation in the carriage, so Da Ma changed the destination, and the carriage ended up in Cheng's mansion where Cheng Ying left his home independently.

Cheng Weiyao got out of the carriage and watched Wen Chengyun's carriage go away before she knocked lightly on the gate of the city mansion.

It was the original body's mother who opened the door. At first glance at the daughter who was thinking about it day and night, Cheng's mother was stunned for a second, and tears filled her eyes.

(End of this chapter)

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