Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 414 Complicated Relationships
"Let's eat."

Feng Wushang didn't even pay attention to such idle thoughts among women, he had already stepped into the shed, and immediately there were beautiful servants who came forward to serve him.

Murong Jiujiu was in a coma for two days, and he was already hungry.

But it was also at this time that she realized that her original silver hair recovered bit by bit while she was in a coma. Even though it felt a little dry to the touch, it should become like silk again in a short time. Like, dark and smooth.

Just like her skin.

"Mother, please."

The red sleeves bowed their heads and bowed again.

Murong Jiujiu was not a person who would treat him badly, even though he was not pleasing to Wang Feng Wushang, he still had to eat when he had to eat, so he walked into the shed immediately.

She could smell the dishes inside from a long distance away, making her already hungry stomach even more unable to control her appetite.

"Master, that kid has been on a hunger strike for two days."

At this moment, Lan Feng came in from the outside and reported the report, and the kid he was talking about was undoubtedly Ah Xing, and Ah Xing went on a hunger strike for two days, Murong's face darkened for a long time.

After Feng Wushang heard the words, there was no unnecessary expression on his face, and he continued to eat on his own, while calmly saying: "Hang up Murong Jiujiu, if he doesn't eat for a day, his mistress will have to go with her suffer."

"Yes."

A gleam of joy flashed in Lanfeng's eyes.

Murong Jiujiu's complexion changed, seeing the delicious food in front of him, Feng Wushang not only refused to let her use it, but also hung her up, "Is this how you treat your wife?"

Feng Wushang said in a nonchalant manner: "It doesn't count if you haven't given the gift yet, besides, you really should be trained, otherwise you will have to suffer when you arrive at Xishan Mountain."

After all, the surrounding guards were not polite to Murong Jiujiu at all, what Feng Wushang said was an imperial decree in their eyes.

Immediately, someone dragged the rope and stepped forward to tie up Murong Jiujiu, but Murong Jiujiu had no strength to resist at all because of the ecstasy needle nailed to his body.

In an instant, his hands were tied, and the rope was thrown and pulled.

"what……"

Murong Jiujiu groaned in pain, and felt a burning pain in her wrists, and her body was suspended from the eaves of the pavilion, and this was definitely the treatment she had never suffered in her life.

When the cold wind blew, the few clothes she was wearing were immediately scattered in a mess, and she shivered a little from the cold.

In the shed pavilion, the smell of food could be heard from time to time, and Feng Wushang and Feng Wushang had an elegant and calm meal.

The servants and servants next to her were okay, they stood with their hands down all the time, without looking sideways, and the one called Hongxiu was obviously much higher than them, she raised her head unscrupulously.

Looking at Murong Jiujiu's hanging body in embarrassment, a bit of sarcasm flashed in his beautiful eyes, he thought that the origin of the mistress brought back by the head of the house was nothing more than that.

From time to time, a few guards looked up and took a look at Murong Jiujiu.

Although there was no expression in their eyes, being hung up in public like this, being watched by so many people, would be extremely humiliating, let alone Murong Jiujiu.

Now she hated Feng Wushang, and hated death.

But under the eaves, she had to bow her head. Even if she resisted and yelled loudly, it was of no use. The whole place was surrounded by his people.

"Yuhua..."

She could only murmur the name.

Feng Wushang has such good ears, he held the silver chopsticks, paused slightly, a sneer sneered at the corner of his lips, and continued to eat on his own, and his meal lasted for a whole stick. Fragrant time.

In other words, Murong Jiujiu was also hung up for a stick of incense.

"Has the kid eaten?"

Lan Feng smiled coldly, "Let him see how the mistress was hung up, and he really devoured his meal."

"Then let it go."

"Yes."

Murong Jiujiu was let down from the eaves of the pavilion just now, and when she was hanging just now, her arms were almost numb from the pain, but after letting go, her wrists were so hot that they were about to break off.

"Feng, Wu, Shang..."

Murong Jiujiu's complexion turned pale from the pain, his head was sweating, and he almost gritted his teeth in hatred towards Feng Wushang.

Feng Wushang only glanced at her, ignored her, and then went to the car to read a book. He thought it was time for Murong to eat for a long time, but unexpectedly, the food in the pavilion had been quickly put away. .

Murong Jiujiu held his own wrist full of strangles so miserably, standing there alone as if nobody wanted it.

It wasn't until a pair of eyes full of sarcasm and hatred fixed on her that Murong Jiujiu looked up, and saw Feng Qi'er from two days ago, taking a tray from Hongxiu's hand.

Walked over with a sneer.

She knew that the Liu'er that Xiaoqing killed last time should have a very close relationship with Feng Qi'er, and now that the two of them are old and new, the other party must have no good intentions.

Sure enough, she saw two still warm steamed buns on her tray. This was obviously the food that was distributed to the guards just now, but she actually gave it to herself.

"The head of the family didn't order the mistress to eat, but I thought you were pitiful, so I brought some," Feng Qi'er looked at Murong Jiujiu contemptuously, and said so, but her hands shook, and the two steamed buns on the tray It fell to the ground right away.

Then Feng Qi'er's sinister voice sounded beside her ear, "I will definitely avenge Liu'er's revenge."

Murong Jiujiu laughed teasingly: "Then are you going to betray the rhythm of the Feng family? After all, I am also the mistress recognized by the head of your family. Killing me is tantamount to betraying the Feng family."

"You're worthy, you're just a married woman," Feng Qi'er said coldly. Although she hid it well, she couldn't hide the jealousy and anger in her eyes.

Murong has been fighting with Feng Wushang for a long time, and he has long been invulnerable, so naturally he didn't care about Feng Qi'er's words, instead he asked with a smile: "I am not worthy, so you accompany me, you also want to be the mistress of the Feng family in your dreams Bar?"

"You're talking nonsense," Feng Qi'er was briefly embarrassed.

Murong Jiujiu smiled disdainfully, "Just think about it, there is something I dare not admit, but unfortunately, even if I am a broken flower, there are still people who want me, a little stronger than you who ruined my appearance."

The scar on her face was definitely a taboo for Feng Qi'er, but Murong Jiujiu deliberately offended her.

"You bitch..."

Feng Qier's face was full of anger, and she raised her hand to hit Murong Jiujiu, but halfway through, she seemed to realize her identity, and quickly took it back unwillingly.

After all, beating a dog depends on the owner.

Although Murong Jiujiu is in a mess today, he is also recognized by Feng Wushang as the mistress, he is only allowed to do whatever he wants, but he is not allowed to be beaten, scolded and belittled at will. Feng Qi'er is impulsive, but he also understands some of Feng Wushang's temper.

So he didn't dare to do anything wrong, and could only give Murong a long, hard look, obviously he wouldn't let it go.

(End of this chapter)