A scumbag husband dotes on his concubine excessively?After the divorce, I became the most beautiful

"Who?" Gong Jingchen picked up the sharp scissors and cut off the extra inch of tassels behind the knot. She held her support hand and knocked it on the ground, making sure that it was not scratched and then put it back on the table.

Picking up the brocade handkerchief on the desk and carefully wiping the dried blood stains on his hand, Gong Jingchen was very concerned about it.

Ming Lang replied, "Those people entered the Liu family's mansion."

Gong Jingchen didn't remember this person. In his memory, he didn't know where this person came from.

But he was plotting against Jiang Wanhe.

"Go and hire a team to send it to the Duke of Zhen's Mansion tomorrow. Don't let her worry."

Gong Jingchen handed the support hand to Ming Lang. Without thinking about it, she took back her hand. After cleaning her hands, she took the support hand out.

When I went out, I happened to encounter the south wind entering the door.

Seeing that his master was about to go out, Nan Feng remembered that he had something to do with his master, so he followed behind and asked his master, "What should I do with the man in the prison?"

"If he can't survive these days, just bury him." Gong Jingchen sighed deeply.

Nan Feng felt sorry for the little fool in prison. He didn't live for more than ten years and became a scapegoat. He didn't know how he died until he died.

The branches are covered with ice and snow, and the wintersweet has been crushed into the wet mud.

Gong Jingchen went directly to the inner room, the flames were bright, but she could not find her.

He saw the ashes of burning paper in the cold air, followed the burning smell and walked over. He stayed far away and hid in the corner of the corridor to watch the figure in white in the courtyard.

In the courtyard, the woman was pale and thin, with red eyes and thick eyelashes. Her frosty white skirt was scattered on the ground. She stood on the cold steps and burned paper for him.

He curved his lips and smiled, leaning slightly against the pillar, listening carefully to what she was saying, saying goodbye or confessing.

Jiang Wanhe Jiang put the piles of precious paper into the fire plate and burned it. The flames burned her cheeks, and her eyes involuntarily formed a circle of mist.

"Mu Feng." She bit her lip and only dared to say her name. She was probably afraid that the wild ghost on the roadside would take away the fragrant paper candle that only belonged to Mu Feng.

She couldn't say a word, so she lifted her robe and wanted to kneel down. However, due to the inconvenience of her left leg, she had no choice but to give up.

Not a word, not a word was said. After burning the paper, he flicked the flame with a bamboo stick to make sure that it was all burned through to the core. He sprinkled a cup of tea into it. After extinguishing the flame, he fell into a daze again and then limped. Go into the house and close the door.

The only thing left was a plate of flames and ashes in the courtyard.

"Heartless." Gong Jingchen waited for a long time, but a touching farewell did not arrive. Even the kneeling failed.

He couldn't help but say something towards the rear window.

Qin Tiansi

Yinxin disguised herself as a man, put on a curtain hat, and carried roast chicken and wine in her hand. She took great pains to prepare the prison guards, but when she was about to enter, she was a step late and encountered the prison guards carrying out Mu Feng's body.

On the white cloth, there are pools of blood. Under the white cloth, the tall human figure is motionless, with only half of its arms hanging out, looking terrifying and eerie.

Before she could lift the white cloth, she was horrified by the scene and immediately ran five meters away to vomit out the soreness.

Although they only met once, Yin Xin felt that Mu Feng was really miserable.

However, he deserves such an end, who allowed him to taint their lady!

The snow mist was as dense as weaving, and several prison guards were not surprised. They collected the wine, meat and roast chicken on the ground, swept the corpses with straw and took them to the mass grave.

When you join Qintiansi, you will not be able to wrong others, and they deserve this end.
That night Jiang Wanhe had a dream. She dreamed that the window was half open, and a dark shadow stood at the end of her bed. She was afraid to close her eyes, but she could still see the dark shadow.

The black shadow was moving and sat down next to her left foot. She moved her left foot, but was grabbed violently.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Mu Feng lying on her lap with his face covered in blood, a mouth full of bloody teeth, and chewing her toes. She screamed and opened her eyes suddenly.

It was still dark and the windows were closed.

She didn't dare to sleep anymore. She touched the bed and got up to light a candle. However, the moment the flames lit up, she saw the reflection of a person in the light-colored screen. "Kaka..." The person was silhouetted in the screen, but his mouth was in the screen. Chewing repeatedly, it feels like chewing a bone, but also like trying to talk.

The sound was right next to her ears, deafening. The next moment, the man stretched out his hand and grabbed her shoulder. She was sweating all over and woke up and sat up.

This time it was daytime, she was in bed, and in front of her was Yin Xin, who looked worried. He must have been frightened by her, as his ears were red with fear.

"Miss, what's wrong with you? Are you having a nightmare?" Yin Xin caressed the lady's back and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Jiang Wanhe grabbed Yin Xin's hand, his eyes red, "Is he dead?"

Yin Xin was still scared when she remembered what she saw, she frowned and nodded, "Dead."

Jiang Wanhe couldn't bear it anymore, so he covered his eyes and cried bitterly. This was for Mu Feng and for her cruelty.

She shouldn't be like this, but she has to be.

Mu Feng died for her.

"Miss, don't cry. How can you go to the Persimmon Banquet with swollen eyes? It's getting late, can Yin Xin help you freshen up?"

Jiang Wanhe wiped away her tears. This was not the time to feel sad about spring and autumn. When she had her revenge, she would then set up a monument for Mu Feng to keep her vigil.

She bit her lip and nodded, "Okay"

Zhen Guogong Mansion
When Jiang Wanhe arrived, most of the businessmen from the capital who had hosted a banquet for Zhenguo Gong and his wife arrived, together with her parents.

When she saw her mother, she asked Yin Xin to push the wheelchair over.

"Wanwan, your leg was hurt so badly?" Ms. Liu's face turned red with fright when she saw her daughter's appearance. She always thought that the fall her son said was not serious!
Unexpectedly, my daughter would go in and out of the mansion in a wheelchair.

"It's okay, you'll be fine soon!" Jiang Wanhe said this to comfort his mother. After the last infection and suppuration, according to Dr. Li, she almost had to have her leg amputated that day.

When Yin Xin saw Madam, she had millions of things she wanted to say, but she swallowed them all under the reminder of the lady.

Jiang Yanshang chatted with his business partner for a few words, but when he saw his daughter's miserable state, he couldn't let go and walked over.

"We've only been back for a few days? Is it serious?" As soon as Jiang Yanshang touched his daughter's leg, he was frightened away by his daughter's cry of pain.

Gong Yuling, who was invited by the Crown Prince Zhao Ye, wore a green skirt and a cotton cloak and got out of the carriage. Seeing the loving mother and filial piety of Jiang Wanhe's family, she held back a glance and led Chanyun into the house.

"Wanwan, let's go in?"

Mrs. Fu pushed the cart for her daughter. When Jiang Shangyan encountered the steps, he picked up his daughter and walked a few steps. He ignored the ridicule and advice of others along the way and finally arrived at the banquet.

This persimmon banquet, just as Jiang Wanhe thought, invited all merchants from the capital, with only one purpose, to give face to the Duke of Zhen and his wife, and to give himself a way out.

The men and women sat in separate seats, but they were all in the same room, separated by a long screen of lotus flowers and koi carps.

Jiang Wanhe had a foot injury and could not sit at the table. He was the only high-profile person in the room. Mrs. Liu did not want her daughter to receive all kinds of looks, so she had someone move a chair to sit in front of her daughter to block her.

Jiang Yanshang, the richest tea merchant, sat together with Lejia, the richest grain merchant.

Liu Mingxi is a rookie tea merchant and can only sit in the same place as Wei's Freight.

"The Duke, the Duke's wife, are here!" At this time, the singer's steward shouted loudly.

Everyone sat upright and saluted Zhao Xun, the Duke of the town.

The Duke of Zhenguo is not as good as the prime minister, nor is he a powerful minister. He is just an old housekeeper beside Emperor Liang, who is responsible for the national finance and national taxes.

If he holds a persimmon banquet, it must be because the treasury is deflated and he is looking for ways to make money.

"No need to be polite, please sit down." Cang Ran said.

Zhao Xun's name sounds like a great sycophant, but in fact he is a great loyal minister. He has been in office for forty years. He is smooth and considerate in everything, making it impossible for anyone to make mistakes. He manages the treasury in an orderly manner.
There was a discussion in Yiqing in front, and the women's family members brought by the merchants didn't understand everything, so they gathered at the women's family table and chatted one sentence at a time. (End of chapter)