Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 492
Ever since Feng Yang went to work in the palace, Mrs. Wang was worried day and night, for fear of exposing her daughter.

After finally looking forward to her daughter's return, her heart has not yet fallen. When she saw the wound on her body, she was dumbfounded: "Hey, how did you do this?"

She quickly called hot water for her daughter to wash her body, then wiped her hair, carefully avoiding the wound.

After living so many years, it was the first time for her to see such a horrific wound on the girl's body. Her dry hands trembled, and there were old tears in her eyes.

Feng Nuanyang knew that she was frightened, so she sighed softly. She didn't want to, but when people are most vulnerable, they long for their loved ones to be by their side. rely on.

Pressed by Mrs. Wang, she recounted the killing lightly. In order to prove that she was fine and reassure her, she raised her eyebrows proudly: "Whoever said women are inferior to men, I can still make meritorious deeds!"

Mrs. Wang poked her daughter's forehead with her hand, her eyes were full of anger and panic: "You are stupid, there are so many people in the palace, why are you going to join in the fun, that child has nothing to do with you, nothing can compare to yourself Your life is important, if something happens to you, how will your mother live?"

Feng Nuanyang couldn't hold on to the forced laughing face, she collapsed, her eyes were red, she didn't intend to save people, but the big dog spurned her, saying she was a coward and didn't take responsibility, if that man knew about it, he would definitely hate her too To kill her, she thought that everyone thought that the life of that woman and the child was the most important thing, but the old woman in front of her, her mother, always regarded her as the most important thing.

A warm current slipped into her heart, she stretched out her arms to hug Mrs. Wang, and rubbed her body coquettishly a few times, her voice choked with sobs: "Mother, don't be angry, I will never mess around again, if I meet such a I don't care about the matter, I just drag my mother and run far away."

Mrs. Wang wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, wiped her body, and bandaged the wound again with gauze: "These days, you just stay at home, and I will kill a chicken to make up for you later."

Feng Nuanyang nodded, the helplessness and sadness in her heart were relieved at this moment, and she lay obediently on the bed.

The afternoon sun slanted into the room through the window sills, casting a faint halo on her delicate cheeks. Even though her face was tired, it could not conceal the elegance of her whole body.

Mrs. Wang opened the door again and came in. Seeing such a flowery daughter, she sighed even more in her heart. Such a good girl should have a good man to love her, but she lived with her in such a small mountain village and suffered so much.

She put the chicken soup on the table, then covered her with a pillow, watched her leaning against the bed, and brought the chicken soup.

Feng Nuanyang gritted her teeth and stretched out her hand to pick it up. Mrs. Wang held her hand and shook her head: "Mother, hello."

One bite at a time, when the warm soup went down her throat and entered her stomach, it was warm, everything was so peaceful and beautiful, as if what happened last night was just a nightmare, but it was real, she looked white and rough hand, she really kills.

Seeing her absent-minded appearance, Mrs. Wang felt more and more uncomfortable. She hesitated for a while, and then asked, "Yang'er, is the man you married before really dead?"

She always had a premonition in her heart that this girl had something on her mind, and every time she planned to find a marriage for her, she would shirk it.

If the man really died, he should have figured it out in the past four years.

(End of this chapter)