Chapter 261: resentment

The emperor looked at the surprise and discussion of the crowd, his expression gradually darkened, and he said unpleasantly: "Are there any other obituaries to sue? There are obituaries to sue, nothing to retreat!"
The emperor suddenly ditched his sleeves, causing all civil and military officials to fear, and retiring in court.
"Jiming, you leave to you!" The emperor glanced at Wu Jiming, who was about to leave, and gave an order.
"Children obey." Wu Jiming saluted.
After the chapel, the emperor was slightly angry on his face, but had nowhere to vent. He had to calm down and ask softly, "Extremely, you tell me, what's going on! This incident made Chaotang take the upper hand.
Baiguan knows, where do you keep your shameless face? Where is the royal face? "
Wu Jiming's face was gloomy, bowing his head and saluting to the emperor, "Father Emperor, sons and daughters understand, but this is also the princess' fault."
"Oh? Why is the prince guilty?"
Wu Jiming saw that the emperor was willing to listen to himself and continued to speak.
"It is the princess. She contends with others. She fell into the water and caused a miscarriage. The son-in-law thought she would be heartbroken, but she did not expect that she would harm others, even worse.
Her half-sisters. "
Wu Jiming looked earnestly, his eyes carrying a resentment that the emperor could not see.
"Is this true?"
"really."
Wu Jiming looked very seriously. "The son-in-law did not expect that she was so vicious. She designed to frame her sister, and did not even sacrifice herself to fall into the water, harming the child, but also to frame her. Actually ...
... not even the children! "
The emperor Wu Jiming said was so distressed that the emperor could not see anything wrong at the moment.
"No more, just go back." After knowing about it, the emperor could not see anything wrong, so Wu Jiming returned to Prince's House.
Wu Jiming returned to Prince's Mansion with anger. The people below looked at the Prince in a bad mood, and the whole house was quite quiet, but this quietness made Wu Jiming's heart even more
impatient.
The girl carried a cup of hot tea that had just been brewed, and Wu Jiming's buttocks were still hot, so the news came from the gate and nursing home.
"Report! See you, Dong Yanxiang."
Wu Jiming looked gloomy. Thinking of his various experiences the other day, he became even more hated. He gave an order, "Let him go!"
"Yes!" The nursing home returned to the Prince's House door and looked at the anxious Dong Xunxiang, and had to say to Dong Xunxiang, "My prince has rested, and said that there is something for you to come early tomorrow.
"
Dong Yuan found something wrong in the upward direction. Wu Jiming is now out of sight, and he has a clearer idea, but what can he do? Too much to see Wu Jiming's face now!
Dong Yuan thought about it, took out a cloth bag, and gave it to the nursing home. Dong Yuan rushed to the nursing home and smiled. "Please ask my elder brother to help me ask such a question again. If not, I will go."
The nursing home weighed the weight of the cloth bag in his hand and gradually smiled. After thinking about it, he said to Dong Yuan, "I'll help you, Mr. Dong, then."
"Thank you, Brother Nursing Home."
"Hey ... thank you, Mr. Dong."
Wu Jiming had not sat for half a day, and the nursing home came again.
Wu Jiming was so angry that he had to come when he was in a bad mood. Wu Jiming chuckled, "What's the important thing about coming so many times in a while?"
That nursing home is also a wink. It seems that Wu Jiming is not very happy. He said to Wu Jiming in a quiet voice, "Dong Xiangxiang said he would like to talk to you about the princess ..."
Before he finished, Wu Jiming smashed it over with a teapot.
Wu Jiming was furious. "I said let him go!"
The nursing home made Wu Jiming smash up, but he didn't dare to say anything. He said yes, and then stepped back. I don't know if all this was going to come to Wu Jiming's Dong Feixue
Qi Cuizhu listened to ...
"Sister Dong, I really can't help it." The nursing home stood at the door and was ready to close.
"There is nothing I can do about it, but I am your prince, he is old." Dong Yuan leaned on the door, preventing the nursing home from closing.
"Neither the old man nor the prince, this prince is really angry." After finishing the nursing home, the door was closed. Dong Yuan was finally old. He waited outside the door for a long time.
Panic returned to Dong Fu.
On the other side, Cuizhu went to Dong Feixue.
"Niangniang!" Cuizhu suddenly knelt down.
"What's wrong with Cuizhu?" Dong Feixue raised her hand slightly to signal Cuizhu to get up.
"Slaves ... Slaves just saw the nursing home to report to the prime minister."
"What?" Dong Feixue sat upright and began to listen to Cuizhu seriously.
"The slave sees his uncle asking for a meeting, and then the prince looks very gloomy and says he will let him go."
"What?" Dong Feixue's voice suddenly increased, slamming the table.
"Please, please niangniu sin!" Cuizhu knelt down in shock again, shaking her body.
"Nothing, you continue to say." Dong Feixue looked at Cui Zhu's frightened appearance, gradually calmed her mood, and worked hard to maintain a good side.
"The slave was originally going to the dining room to get your mother-in-law to enrich your body with Tremella Bird's Nest porridge. When I heard halfway through the nursing home, Dong Zhuoxiang, Cuizhu hid in a corner, and then heard the Prince
Xiang Dong went out, and Cuizhu ... was scared back ... "
Cuizhu knelt on the ground, shaking his body trembling because of fear. Dong Feixue pinched Cuizhu's chin and threatened, "No one can know this."
Cuizhu was hurt by her pinch, and even her voice trembled slightly. "Slave ... Slave knows."
"Well, go ahead."
Cuizhu heard this and froze for a moment, then ran out immediately, and at this time, Dong Feixue in the room could not keep the original calm mentality.
"It must be her ... it must be for her! Why ... why must you destroy me to be happy? Why ... Extremely, our child was killed by that woman,
Why do you help that woman ... "
Dong Feixue covered her face, and she no longer had the usual arrogance. She wept bitterly. What was still murmuring in her sin ...
"Dong Ling ... I want to make you look good ..."
Just when Wu Jiming wanted to go to bed, he heard movement on the wall, and the rhythmic percussion ...
Listen again ... this is his dark guard!
The dark guard is back. What exactly is reported? When talking about Dong Feixue, thinking of this makes Wu Jiming unhappy.
Or ... a weapon? If this is the case, it is a great joy.
"What's the matter?" Wu Jiming uttered, and the Dark Guard arrived in Wu Jiming's room, and the Dark Guard half-knelt and arched his hand, "His Royal Highness, your weapons, all right!"
"Is this true?"
"Really!" I finally received the only news these days that made him feel better-the weapon had arrived.
Wu Jiming was in a good mood. "Reward! Reward!"
This batch of weapons was obtained as expected, which made Wu Jiming angry for many days. He made the dining room make a lot of mountain and sea food and sat in the living room to taste tea.
Good tea and a cheerful mood made Wu Jiming very happy, but in Dong Feixue's eyes, this is not the case.