Qinglian Jie

Fang Xiwan's life was saved, after this ordeal, Wu Wang felt remorseful, changed his previous obsession with his male favorite, and spent some time with her almost every day.

Fang Xiwan had just recovered from a serious illness, and she seemed even weaker and quieter.

When the King of Wu came to see her, she was not noisy, and her low-browed manner was able to nourish a man's heart.Gradually, King Wu felt that she was good, and often brought documents to her room to look at. When he was busy, Mrs. Fang would quietly mend clothes on the bed.

In just two months, Fang Xiwan and Qinghui's positions seemed to have been completely adjusted. Biboyuan didn't wait for King Wu to remember that his master was also sick, and he was trembling through the autumn wind and winter snow.

King Wu himself laughed occasionally, and he didn't know how the lard got him in the first place.

Not long after Fang Xiwan recovered, King Wu felt it was time to have another child, and there were already two sets of children's clothes made by Fujin himself.

It's just that for another two months, Fujin's stomach didn't move.King Wu didn't care much about it, after all, the future is long.During the period, Fang's medicine continued to drink, but it seemed that his body was completely broken the night he was assassinated, and he could no longer conceive an heir.Fang Xiwan cried secretly, her eyes swollen.

The king of Wu always felt ashamed of her, so he submitted a report to the third brother of the imperial capital, and invited several imperial doctors, but there was still no improvement.

Until one day a boy knocked on the door to ask for an audience, bypassing the soldiers and servants and barging in, unexpectedly no one could stop him.

The King of Wu was about to eat, when he heard the sound, he saw that it was Tong Haoyue, the ghost doctor's attendant!

Haoyue Shi ran a bow, "My lord, my husband has his own way to let his wife have a son. The request is the same as last time, as long as Mr. Xu Qinghui from the family will accompany him for a few days."

Before the words fell, the knife was furious, and he slashed with the knife!

But King Wu gently pushed aside the knife, his face sinking like water.

——In Chishui, such a charlatan was allowed to bully him repeatedly!

He smiled calmly, "It's a bastard, the ghost doctor can take whatever he likes."

The boy bowed and said, "Two days later I will come to pick up the man, sorry for bothering you."

King Wu walked towards Bibo Court with a gloomy expression after he left.

Kicking open the door of Bibo courtyard, Qinghui was making tea in the courtyard.

In winter, he was wearing a light yellow robe, with black hair scattered on his shoulders, indescribably leisurely and elegant.

Seeing King Wu, Qinghui stopped and said, "Wu tea, Wu wine, go to the dining room to get lunch."

King Wu's expression was violent, and he kicked and beat them before the tea and wine two walked up.

After a few moments, Qinghui coughed intermittently.

King Wu felt pity for not seeing him at all, his eyes were faintly red with rage.When he had finished fighting, he untied Qinghui's belt and hung him on a tree, grabbed a lock of his hair, and asked, "Are you still in the mood to make tea? Knowing that your lover wants to catch up with you?"

Qinghui lowered his head and coughed lightly, and didn't know the reason, so he didn't talk to him.His outstretched arms and neck were morbidly pale, and his whole body was limply leaning against the tree, showing a coquettish attitude.

King Wu couldn't see him like this.

"Who the hell is the ghost doctor?"

Qinghui raised his eyelids, and said softly, "My lord won't believe anything I say."

King Wu looked around, brought over the tea brewed by Qinghui, poured it down from his chest, Qinghui cried out immediately, kicking his legs wildly.

King Wu glanced at the brown color, curled his lips in disgust, "This kind of tea is just right for you," he sealed the acupuncture points of Qinghui's legs, and continued to pour hot tea on it, "Say, who is the ghost doctor?"

Qinghui swayed his body in vain, his legs hurt so badly, but he couldn't move, his body trembled, and a distressing crease formed between his brows, "He is Wulingshan, a traitor...huh...you and I said..."

The King of Wu asked him, "It seems that you are also devoted to other benefactors, so the ghost doctor can't forget you so much."

Qinghui bit his lip and coughed lightly.

King Wu untied the horsewhip hanging from his waist, and said mockingly, "This king's question is stupid. You don't have a heart."

After finishing speaking, the whip slightly poked Qinghui's heart.

Wu Cha and Wu Jiu took their meals and stood in front of the gate of Bibo Courtyard. One was pale and the other was red.

The sound of the whip hitting the body could be faintly heard, occasionally mixed with human voices, one high and one low, and gradually the cries of pain and excuses could no longer be heard.

Wu Jiu's hand holding the food box trembled slightly from exertion, Wu Cha looked at him closely, and shook his head to signal him not to be impulsive.Wu Jiu endured it like forever, and the noise in the yard didn't seem to stop at all, every time it felt like blood was splashed on Wu Jiu's face, I could empathize with it.

Wu Jiu overthrew Wu Cha silently, threw the food box aside, opened the door and rushed in.

Wu Cha tore off a corner of his clothes and said anxiously, "Wu Jiu!"

Unexpectedly, Wu Jiu snatched it up, blocked Qinghui behind him, knelt in front of King Wu and kowtowed, "Please forgive me, you really can't do it..."

Wu Cha also came and knelt down together.

King Wu stopped, and called out with a cold face, "Xiaodao."

Wu Cha and Wu Jiu saw Xiaodao coming out from behind the tree trunk outside the yard. Wu Jiu's eyes widened in disbelief, "...you, you've been here all this time?"

"...My lord." Xiaodao lowered his head, not daring to look at Wu Jiu, and responded in a low voice.

The prince threw the whip to him, and pointed at Wu Jiu, "Continue beating. These lowly things are getting more and more unruly."

Wu Jiu glared at the knife viciously, and cursed, "You white-eyed wolf! The young master is so kind to you, it's useless, you smoke! If you dare, you beat your grandfather to death!"

Xiaodao gave him a sullen look, and picked up his whip.

As the sky slowly darkened, Wu Jiu protected Qinghui until he was knocked unconscious.Wu Cha knelt aside.The prince stretched like he was tired, and said to Xiao Dao, "Enough."

The knife closed the whip, and it was wet and dripping with blood.

"Did you forget your last name?"

Xiaodao knelt down and said, "Xiaodao dare not."

King Wu ordered coldly, "Go and get thirty lashes."

Pointing to Wu Jiu again, he said to Wu Cha, "Take that rotten dishcloth away, and you must know the rules in the future."