Princess he always wanted to murder her husband

Su Jin only felt the shackles around his waist loosen. Gong Mochen grabbed the hem of his clothes with his big palm and pulled it hard. With a sound of "tearing", the clothes shattered. Seeing the naked body under the clothes, Gong Mochen His pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart ached.

What catches the eye is not the traces of ambiguity after the love, but the scars all over the body...

The skin on his body was weakly pale and bony...

The last time he saw it was obviously not like this. At that time, his skin was as moist and smooth as a baby, and it seemed that he could squeeze water out with a pinch, but now...

Large and small wounds on the body, including whip wounds, wounds poked by sharp objects, and bruises after bumps, new wounds and old wounds superimposed, it was horrible, the most terrifying on the knees, the wounds that had scabbed Kneeling hard, with a circle of bruises around it.

Gong Mochen tremblingly stretched out his hand to caress the wound on Su Jin's chest, but was slapped away by Su Jin. Su Jin's face was a little unnatural, and he reached out to snatch the clothes that Gong Mochen was holding tightly with his other hand, but was caught Gong Mochen dodged.

He used Su Jin's shirt to cover his hand, which was clenched so tightly that the knuckles were white. For a while, the two of them were in a stalemate, and neither of them spoke.

How could Su Jin know what Gong Mochen was thinking, he thought it was Gong Mochen's new way to humiliate him, and stood there motionless, feeling desolate in his heart.

Gong Mochen, it's all thanks to you...

"Here...how did you do it?" Gong Mochen slowly raised his hand and asked, pointing at the several poked wounds on his heart.

Su Jin tilted her head, and seemed to think about it seriously for a while, "Isn't this why the prince asked the concubine to practice archery with the wives and make them a target?"

Half a month ago, the concubine suddenly proposed to let all the concubines practice archery, but they had to use living people as targets, and they didn't want to serve people. They insisted that Su Jin go to practice for you. Gong Mochen agreed without thinking, and they all aimed at it. Su Jin's heart shot, as if he wanted to put Su Jin to death.

And Gong Mochen watched coldly from the side, praised a few words from time to time, and stepped forward to demonstrate in person, if Su Jin hadn't been wearing the soft armor that Feng Mufan had given him, he would have died that day, but the soft armor can only resist big Partial damage, there is no way to remove all the impact force, now Gong Mochen only saw the wounds on the surface of his body, how could he know how serious the shock injury was in his body.

All the servants in the mansion were watching, with excited and pleased eyes, as if looking at an animal waiting to be slaughtered, no one sympathized with him, no one...

Su Jin's eyes are like a pool of stagnant water, without any light, but no trace of hatred or anger can be seen. No one knows what is hidden under this stagnant water, and they can't see through it. People are right in front of their eyes, but they seem to be far away. In the sky, even in an intimate hug, you can't feel a little bit of reality.

Gong Mochen let go of his hand, stared at Su Jin and said harshly, "You were willing to enter the mansion as a concubine back then, no matter what, you have to bear with this king, if there is such a late night going out to have a private meeting with others like today This king will punish you severely."

Su Jin deserved it, from the moment he entered the palace, he had to be responsible for the mistakes made by his relatives!

Su Jin was still leaning against the corner, neither happy nor sad, and Gong Mochen didn't know if he had listened, his heart was so stuffy that he didn't care about Su Jin's reaction, and strode out of the room that made him feel depressed.

The candle flickers, no matter how warm the flame is, it can't warm up the dead heart again...

Su Jin weakly slid down against the corner of the wall, and sat down on the ground, staring at the ground blankly, not knowing what he was thinking, tears silently slid down from the corner of his eyes...