Cute Wife Divorce Husband: Black-bellied Prince and Little Dumb Concubine

Chapter 389
Turning his head slowly, he saw a tall figure standing impressively on the steps of the palace gate, brightly lit.

In the hazy place, the man was wearing a light-colored robe inside and a black cloak over his shoulders. He was tall and tall, with an outstanding demeanor, and he didn't even look half injured.

Ning Weiwei was at a loss for a moment. It turned out that the news he had heard was false. He was fine and was not injured at all, or it was just a minor injury.

It feels like staying out at night or doing something bad, and being blocked at the door by the closest people.

She knew she couldn't hide, so she had to bite the bullet and come forward.

Xiao Zijuan stood there with his hands behind his back, his body still, his face stern and his eyes cold, watching the girl come with her head bowed.

It was getting dark early, and the snowflakes were flying outside, and the girl just came back.

Wei Wei knew that she was wrong, at this moment her eyes dodged a little, and she tentatively asked: "My lord, are you not injured?"

King Jin looked at her silently for a while, until his heart was slightly trembling, and then he said coldly: "Come here."

Xiao Zijun answered irrelevant questions, then glanced at the steps below, turned around and walked into the hall.

Gently squeezed the corner of the clothes subconsciously, slowly stepped up the steps and followed, every step was trembling.

As soon as she entered the room, she felt that her unconscious cheeks began to revive and melt. She reached out to caress her cheeks and rubbed them.

Xiao Zijun looked at the pair of white and tender hands, which were as cold as carrots at this time, the tip of his nose was also red from the cold, and the anger in his heart weakened slightly.

"It's so cold, where have you been?" Shen Chen finally spoke.

Covering her chin lightly, she was at a loss for words, and she didn't know how to make up an excuse, "I, I..."

She couldn't say that she was on the hunting platform, after all, the reason didn't work.

"I... I'm playful, and I walked around, no, I didn't expect the prince to look for me."

He looked over with cold eyes, and the corner of his mouth moved slightly: "This circle, is one day?"

"Sorry, I forgot the time."

Finally, the calmness on Xiao Zijun's face turned into anger again, and she still didn't tell the truth.

He took a step forward, grabbed her wrist with his uninjured arm, pulled her slightly hard, and she was pulled over.

At this time, Ning Qingqing had no choice but to raise his head, barely meeting his gaze, he gritted his teeth and said, "Ning Qingqing, this king must listen to the truth."

"I, what I'm telling is the truth! Anyway, it's already late, so you can beat or scold me whatever you want!"

"I'll say it again, to be honest—"

Ning Weiwei didn't want to expose Wushuang's matter, but she was not afraid at this time. She broke away from the restraint of his wrist as if annoyed, and shouted loudly: "I have nothing to say! Your lord, don't force me!" Next, she suddenly pushed him away in front of her.

Xiao Zijun's body was pushed back unexpectedly, his expression was distorted in pain, and his complexion suddenly turned pale.

Fuquan saw it and was terrified: "My lord? You, are you okay?"

This time, it pushed to the bandaged wound on Xiao Zijun's chest.

Only then did Ning Qingqing realize that she had caused trouble, and she was frightened silly by his appearance at this time.

She hurried forward to help him, her voice distressed: "Are you really hurt?"

The blood from the wound inside soaked out again, staining the light-colored inner robe red.

Someone said: "My lord's wound is open, hurry up and ask the imperial doctor!"

Enduring the pain, Xiao Zijuan saw her coming to help him, but he glanced at her calmly, took her arm off slowly, and then went inside to rest with the support of others.

Wei Wei stood on the spot with a sad face, listening to the people around him saying that the prince was injured by an angry bear, and he passed out from the pain when he was carried down.

"When did the prince come back?" She asked sadly.

"The prince was injured and sent back in the afternoon. He woke up before dark. He was very anxious when he asked about his wife's disappearance. He didn't listen to the servants' persuasion just now and insisted on putting on a cloak and going to the door to have a look."

It turned out that he was indeed injured and unconscious, but he was not by his side during the half day he was unconscious.

There was nothing she could do except heartache and self-blame.Because Xiao Zijun didn't want her to go to the bed.

She saw curled up in the basket in the corner the bloody coat he had worn before hunting that morning.She shook off the fur coat with trembling hands, the torn clothes on her chest, and the shocking blood-stained traces hit her heart heavily.

The tears could no longer hold back and flowed out.

She reached out to look for the lucky bag at the waist of the dress, but the lucky bag was gone long ago.

*
On the inner couch, the imperial doctor checked the wound for the prince, and after dressing it up again, "My lord, do you feel better?"

King Jin didn't say a word, just hummed slightly, and Fu Quan at the side thanked the prince and sent the imperial physician out.

After sending the imperial doctor back, Fuquan saw Ning Qingqing sitting in the outer hall, with her sad face and red eyes, she seemed to have cried.

Fuquan sighed, did not speak, shook his head and entered the room.

The prince had already laid down and closed his eyes, but Fuquan knew that the prince was not asleep, because there was still a lucky bag beside the bed, which was taken off from the bloody clothes after the prince woke up.

Originally, the blood-clothed servant had already taken it out of this room, so he had to go to another place to find it again, and took back the lady's safety bag and put it under the pillow.

Now the lucky bag was placed on the face, which means the prince looked at it again just now.However, although people's wishes are good, they are still hard to guard against. The prince was attacked and fell into a coma. It sounds like it also damaged the reputation of the prince on the battlefield.

Fuquan knew that the prince's heart had been with the former princess all these years, so he hesitated for a while, and finally stepped forward to say something in a low voice.

"My lord, Madam has been waiting outside, she seems to have cried."

King Jin's eyes were still closed, without any reaction.

When Fuquan thought he was unnecessary, the prince on the couch finally said, "Let her rest earlier."

When Fuquan spread the word outside, Xiao Zijun already regretted it a little.

Although what happened today annoyed her for making mistakes on her own initiative, and also annoyed her for not returning home for a day, but after all, what happened had to be faced.

At this time, he thought about today's hunting ground again.

The feathered arrow that was different from the special arrowhead, the angry black bear hit by the arrow, the tattoo symbol on the fake soldier who was shot, and the two bottles of medicine.

He gradually realized that this was a trap.

Using an arrow to draw his attention, Gao Ming was blocked by a wave of rushing elk halfway, and lost contact with himself.

The furious black bear was injured, and the arrow that was shot did not hit its deadly place.

Some people didn't want the black bear to die, they just wanted to irritate it, and it was very likely that the wound on the arrow was poisonous.

The arrow that hit the bear was smeared with a kind of poison, a medicine that easily makes the beast violent.

Xiao Ziyuan, who heard the sound, shot several arrows to kill the black bear.

At this time, he only felt that his head was hurting and tired, and he couldn't think about the twists and turns, so he stretched out his hand and smashed his dazed head.

Suddenly a cold hand cut off his hand.

(Thank you friends who are still voting in hot weather)

(End of this chapter)