Substitute Bride: The Gentle Husband of the Evil Girl is Crazy and Wild

After hearing almost the whole story, Gu Fei glanced at Gu Lin and saw that he was dumbfounded.

He asked meaningfully, "Nephew, have you heard enough?"

Gu Lin couldn't understand anything and was confused by their words, but he saw Gu Fei's indifferent expression.

He nodded: "I've heard enough."

"Then let's go. I've already taught you a lesson today. You're not in the right state to study again."

He put away the copper coins and stood up.

Gu Lin quickly ran over and held his hand.

Before leaving, the little guy looked at the people in the hall. Gu Chen lowered his head dejectedly, muttering something.

He still doesn't understand whether this person is the real Empress Dowager or the fake one.

Like a ghost, sometimes laughing crazily, sometimes crying.

Compared with these two crazy people, Uncle Wang is so stable that he doesn't look like a madman at all.

The door opened, and the man was about to walk to the door with Gu Lin.

A crazy and doubtful voice came from behind: "I asked myself for so many years, I never showed my true colors in front of you. I want to know when you realized that I was not Fu An Ning."

Hearing this, Gu Fei paused slightly.

He lowered his eyes to look at his powerless right palm, and the scene of blood dripping from his fingertips onto the cold ground appeared before his eyes.

Drop by drop.

The moment it touched the ground, a bloody flower exploded, slowly and strangely.

Retracting his thoughts, he glanced back and said in a cold tone, "You said the word 'her'."

Upon hearing this, Fu Anqing's face changed drastically.

The next moment, she started laughing or crying again, and her expression looked extremely ferocious.

“Hahahaha…So that’s how it is.”

She thought Gu Fei had fainted, and said to herself, "These eyes are so similar to hers."

"I thought I had it all figured out, but I failed because of this sentence...Hahahaha."

In the process of taming Gu Fei over the years, whenever she saw Gu Fei's indifferent eyes, she would think of her sister. Although Fu An Ning was dead, the eyes of her son were exactly the same.

This is the point that she always feels she can't learn well enough no matter how she imitates.

But Gu Fei doesn't need to learn at all.

In addition, she was unable to raise her own son by her side, which made her hate Gu Fei even more.

Therefore, she treated Gu Fei more and more like a dog.

He must be trained to be docile, but he cannot be allowed to eat too much. He must know who his master is. The consequence of not listening to his master is a fate worse than death.

But she made one mistake in her calculations.

If a domesticated dog is ever unchained and taken away for slaughter, it will struggle frantically to escape.

What's more, Gu Fei is alone.

When Fu Anqing said that, Gu Fei suddenly remembered that before his father died, he asked the old eunuch who had been guarding by his side for many years to take him to his bedroom.

He was only three years old at the time, or maybe they were worried that he wouldn't remember it.

The father, who kept coughing up blood, insisted on repeating the same sentence twice.

He said: “Never doubt your identity.”

Withdrawing his peripheral vision, he bent over, picked up the little guy, and walked out of the dirty-smelling hall without looking back.

The midnight wind brings silence and silent noise.

Like a whirlpool, it kept blowing from the open red door into the bright palace.

The wind was howling, and the candles in the hall that were burning like flames were blown back and forth by the wind, their candlelight dimmed and almost went out.

As the soldiers closed the gate.

The flames in the hall returned to normal and seemed full of life again.

"Your Highness, should we poison the two people in the palace?" The personal guard at the side respectfully asked Gu Fei's opinion.

"Put them in a secret cell. If you like that face, let him see it as much as he wants."

Hearing this, Gu Lin was a little surprised. He thought Uncle Wang would kill them, but he didn't expect Uncle Wang to just lock them up.

He was still naive when he was little.

He found out later.

Gu Fei locked them up in a secret cell, and had someone cut Fu Anqing's tendons in his hands and feet every day in front of Gu Chen, forcing him to look at his face and remember him carefully.

In less than a year, Fu Anqing's hands and feet were broken.

Then he asked Fu Anqing to hold the knife between his teeth and cut Gu Chen's face, again once a day.

Don't you like him?

Without power, all that's left is face.

It is said that Fu Anqing accidentally poked Gu Chen's eyes blind later. In the tenth year of Gu Lin's reign as emperor, he went to the secret prison to check once.

Fu Anqing is dead, but Gu Chen is still alive.

His face was completely disfigured, he had no hands or feet, and he could only eat by lying on the ground.

I couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Gu Fei did not stay in the palace. He took the little guy to a villa.

Looking at the quiet courtyard, Gu Lin didn't know where he was. He hurried to catch up with the footsteps in front. After hesitating for a long time, he still couldn't help asking.

"Uncle Wang, is my father really their son?"

He was just too curious.

Gu Fei did not answer him. When the little guy followed him into the study, he took out a booklet from the secret compartment and threw it into his arms.

There was no light in the study, and his voice was as dark as the night.

"Give you some time for tea."

As he spoke, he walked to the desk, lit the oil lamp, took out a letter from the drawer and looked at it carefully.

The booklet in my arms has a strong old smell.

Seeing Uncle Wang lowering his head to read the letter, the little guy didn't dare to waste time, so he ran over quickly, knelt on a chair, and began to read it by candlelight.

Opening the brown cover, the handwriting on the first page is very tender.

"Today is the tenth day of learning calligraphy. My sister went out to play with the boy next door. I wanted to try to learn for a few days to see if I could write a complete article, so I didn't go..."

This was not what Gu Lin wanted to know, so he quickly turned the page.

With the rustling sound as he turned the pages, the handwriting at the back became more and more beautiful. After turning nearly half of the pages, he finally saw what he wanted to read.

"I have been in the palace for ten months and gave birth to a prince for the emperor. Normally, the prince's name should be chosen by a special person. The emperor felt sorry for me because I gave birth to the prince when I was still young, so he gave me the right to name him.

I know that the emperor wanted to suppress my father's power, so he took me into the palace. My status as a concubine means that I can no longer be with my beloved. I can no longer help my father to expand the Fu family. I just want to live a quiet and peaceful life in this palace. "

"So I named the prince Ji."

After seeing this record, Gu Lin's nervous heart finally relaxed.

Fortunately, my father is Grandma Zhenhuang’s son.

He looked up at the man opposite him who had just opened a letter, and was puzzled, but why did Uncle Wang lie to me in the hall?

Noticing his gaze, Gu Fei coldly reminded him: "Time is running out."

The little guy immediately lowered his head and continued to look back.

"I didn't expect him to be so bold as to break into the palace at night. I didn't want to do that, but he held me tightly. I betrayed myself..."

"He wanted me to give birth to his child again and again, but I didn't obey. Every time he wanted me to give birth to his child, I drank contraceptive soup."

"I'm tired, I'm beginning to hate this relationship, but he uses this to threaten me, forcing me to continue this incestuous relationship with him, what should I do......"

"Why should I live? I am in pain every day and night..."

The handwriting behind is becoming more and more confusing.

It was not until he turned to a page that the handwriting began to become beautiful and he could read ten lines at a glance.

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the words written in deep strokes.

"On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, An Qing changed into my clothes and met Gu Chen again. She didn't know that I had already replaced the wine she had drugged. I lay on the bed in her clothes, staring at the curtains in a daze. I was thinking about the next plan, but I didn't expect the emperor to come."

"When I saw him appear, I had an idea in my mind. I served him and hugged him with a passion different from usual."

"Things went as I expected. I got pregnant smoothly. The emperor was very happy and even gave the unborn child a single name, Fei. It sounds good whether it's a boy or a girl."

"It's just that the word 'Flame' is too bright and I don't really like it, but the emperor chose it for the child, so I can't say anything more."

Gu Lin was watching seriously when a deep voice came: "It's time for a cup of tea."

Before the booklet was taken away, Gu Lin saw the last sentence.

"My son Xiaofei, I am no longer able to plan for your future. Please forgive me for being selfish. If there is a hell, I am willing to stay in the eighteen levels of hell for all my lives, just to make sure you are safe and happy."