The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 420 The next powerful medicine

"I don't think Du Chun has any intentions towards Ruan Rong, otherwise, he wouldn't be so lost." Feng Wuxie's voice came from behind.

Jun Yeli turned around, took a few steps forward, supported Feng Wuxie's arm, and said softly, "Didn't I tell you to rest earlier? Why did you come out again?"

The belly is getting bigger and bigger, Feng Wuxie's waist is bigger than before, and now it is a bit inconvenient to walk.

"It's not your son, he kicked and beat him inside, he's not honest at all." Feng Wuxie said with some reproach, but in his eyes and eyebrows, he was full of happiness.

"Oh? How dare you bully my wife? Brat, hurry up and let Daddy spank your ass." Jun Yeli helped Feng Wuxie sit down, put his hands on Feng Wuxie's stomach, feeling the tenderness inside. The action of the guy is very pleasant.

"Is there such a father as you?" Feng Wuxie felt angry and funny, thinking of Du Chun's distraught look just now, he couldn't bear it.

"Why don't you tell him the truth? Wouldn't it be better to reunite their family?"

"You, you really don't understand men." Jun Yeli scratched the bridge of Feng Wuxie's nose lightly, and said quietly, "It's too easy for men to cherish."

"So, you want a strong medicine?" Feng Wuxie understood what Jun Yeli meant, and followed his words.

"That's right, after this strong medicine is over, Du Chun will understand his true intentions."

Feng Wuxie couldn't help but frowned, and said worriedly: "I hope."

After coming out of the palace and returning to the mansion, Du Chun looked lost, not saying a word, eating or drinking.

With his appearance, he is nowhere like that Miracle Doctor Du who was happy in Jianghu before.

The servants didn't know what happened to make their master look like this, so they could only follow his instructions and deliver a steady stream of jars of wine to Du Chun's room.

Alcohol is not intoxicating, people are self-intoxicating.

After being drunk for three days, Du Chun finally woke up from the hangover. The moment he opened his eyes, he asked, "What's the date today?"

"Return to young master, today is the seventh day of the lunar new year." The little maid at the side replied respectfully.

"Chu Qi?" Du Chun murmured, his mind still hadn't recovered from his drunkenness.

Seeing him like this, the little servant girl hastily added: "Young master, just now someone from the palace sent a message, saying that a wedding banquet is prepared for the princess and the major general tonight, and I want you to come over."

"Wedding banquet?" Du Chun was still dizzy: "Whose wedding banquet?"

"It's the wedding banquet for the princess who came from Dongqi. Tomorrow morning, she will have a grand wedding ceremony with Lord Hou."

The little servant girl knew that Du Chun's mind was not clear, so she explained again, but in exchange for Du Chun's cold glance: "Get out, get out."

I don't know why Du Chun was so angry, the little maid bit her lip aggrievedly, and backed out.

Du Chun sat on the bed in a daze for a while, then suddenly said: "Come here, change clothes."

The entire palace was filled with joy because of the marriage between Ruan Rong and the major general, and red lanterns were hung along the palace to the gate of the palace.

The gorgeous carriage stopped at the gate of the palace non-stop, and the ministers and their families in luxurious clothes walked out from the inside.

Du Chunyin was hidden in a corner of the palace, quietly looking at the people in the carriage, his eyes were red like blood, and his hands on both sides of his body were tightly clenched.

No, absolutely not, absolutely can't let Ruan Rong marry that bullshit marquis.

After making up his mind, Du Chun covered the black scarf hanging around his neck and left calmly.

He was very familiar with the place where Ruan Rong lived in the palace, and he found it by familiar means. Du Chun climbed over the wall and groped into the house.

The huge luminous pearl illuminated the whole room brightly, making the whole room look like daytime. She was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, dressing herself.

Standing next to her was a little court lady with all kinds of hair accessories on a tray. She looked at Ruan Rong enviously, and praised: "The princess is so pretty, and the emperor treats the princess well. For the princess When you get married, look at how many good things you have enjoyed, it's really pleasing to see."

"Damn girl, did you put honey on your mouth?" Ruan Rong glared at her coquettishly, then picked up a golden hairpin and gestured to her head.

"There are no servants." The little maid showed a longing look: "I heard that the Hou Ye is a good-looking talent, suave, and kind. If the princess can form a hundred-year friendship with the Hou Ye, it will be a song forever."

The two were chatting and laughing, but they didn't see the figure that suddenly appeared in the mirror. When Ruan Rong found out, the little maid had already been knocked out by Du Chun.

She immediately turned cold, stood up, stared at the man she loved and hated at the same time, and said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

"Follow me." Du Chun didn't care about that, grabbed Ruan Rong's wrist, and wanted to take her away from this place.

But Ruan Rong is not the daughter of an ordinary family, she has been practicing martial arts since she was a teenager, when Du Chun grabbed her wrist, she just dodged lightly, and then dodged away.

Looking at the frowning man in front of him, Ruan Rong said grandly and decently: "Young Master Du, please respect yourself."

"Self-respect?" Du Chun picked it up, showing a wicked smirk, and met Ruan Rong's eyes: "I'm pulling my own wife, do I still need to be self-respecting?"

"You." Choked by Du Chun's frivolous tone, Ruan Rong's face flushed with anger, and he shook off his hand and said, "Who is your wife, Mr. Du, don't forget, you have nothing to do with me for a long time gone."

"Whether it's related or not is up to you." Du Chun stepped forward suddenly, touched Ruan Rong's acupuncture points, and hugged her by the waist regardless of her pale face.

"What are you doing?" Ruan Rong frowned angrily, her chest heaving violently: "Put me down quickly, or I'll call someone."

"Don't be afraid of my death, just call." Du Chun was not afraid of Ruan Rong's threat, and strode out: "The guards outside are all carefully selected by the emperor. As long as you call out to catch the assassin, I will die without mercy." A place of burial."

Du Chun was so rascal that Ruan Rong didn't know how to answer, so he had to swallow the words that came to his lips, and turned his head away from looking at him.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was only slightly revealed, and then retracted again.

The gate was kicked open, Du Chun hugged Ruan Rong and walked outside, but as soon as he stepped out of the gate, he saw a row of bows and arrows pointing at him in the middle of the yard.

"Bold, you dare to hijack the princess and take it down." The leader of the guards stood in the middle of the yard, and as soon as he gave an order, all the archers drew their bows to the full string, and shot the arrows as soon as they were ordered.

Du Chun sighed, put Ruan Rong down and guarded him behind him, looked at the guards who stopped him, and said angrily: "Is this what the emperor meant?"

At the beginning, Jun Yeli had warned him not to make trouble on Ruan Rong's wedding day, but now that he was blatantly trying to kidnap the princess, how could the guards let him go.

"I'm just following orders, and I hope Miracle Doctor Du won't make things difficult for me." The head of the guards didn't give in at all, obviously wanting to fight him to the end.

"If he is suppressing me as an emperor, I will not be merciful. If he is trying to keep me as a friend, then let Jun Yeli stand up and want to give my wife and children to that bastard!" Lord, what is the reason? Could it be that our friendship for so many years is not worth his emperor's throne?"

Du Chun kicked away the guards around him, pulled out the long saber from his waist, pointed at the guards and said, "If you want to stop me, you have to ask me about the saber in my hand, whether you agree or not."

"Du Chun, don't be fooled." Knowing what he was going to do, Ruan Rong hurriedly yelled at him.

"I have nothing to do with you for a long time. Do you take me to heart when you make such a fuss today?"

"If I didn't have you in my heart, why would I want to take you away?" Du Chun was a little annoyed by Ruan Rong's questioning, and he felt really uncomfortable when he thought that his actions were questioned by her.

"I already know about Changle, why are you hiding it from me?"

"At the beginning, you wanted to abandon our mother and daughter and leave, but now you come back to find us, what's the point?" Ruan Rong sighed, and said to Du Chun, "You go, don't disturb our mother and daughter's life anymore."

"What? Are you really going to marry that Marquis? You don't even know who he is, so how can you be sure that he can give you happiness?" Hearing that Ruan Rong wanted to drive him away, Du Chun thought of what he had done in the past. What a bastard, almost vomiting blood with anger.

I just felt a tight pain in my chest, and my heart seemed to be thrown into a frying pan.

"Yes, I must marry Lord Hou." Ruan Rong seemed determined, her tone was decisive, and she did not give Du Chun a chance.

"Okay, okay, okay..." After three good words in a row, Du Chun threw away the long knife in his hand as if angry, and staggered out, looking at Ruan Rong's flowery face, he just felt that he really shouldn't Treat her like this.

"I, Du Chun, have this retribution today. It's all my fault. If you don't forgive me, there is nothing wrong with it. As long as you can be happy, I, I have no complaints."

After saying that, Du Chun turned around and left, but when he passed by the head of the guards, he whispered to him: "Go back and tell that Marquis that if you dare to treat Ruan Rong and Chang Le badly in the future, I will definitely not stop dying and kill them." Shredded to pieces."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Only the leader of the guards with a faint twitching mouth was left, hey, this scene where the emperor and the empress played was really cruel.

If Du Chun knew the truth, would he bang his head against the wall with regret?

"Princess, this..." The head of the guard asked Ruan Rong for instructions on what to do next.

There was a sweet smile on Ruan Rong's face, she was so tense just now, she almost laughed, but now that Du Chun left, she relaxed.

"Let him go, look at the time, it's time for us to go to the banquet."

The leader of the guards looked at Ruan Rong and didn't feel distressed at all, and couldn't help but feel the coldness on the back of his neck.

It seems that women really can't be messed with.

The sound of musical instruments came from the banquet hall, and all the ministers came to participate in the wedding banquet with the princess and the major general with smiles on their faces.

It's just that in an inconspicuous corner, Du Chun had a sad expression on his face, drinking one glass after another, not paying any attention to the eyes that everyone cast on him.

(End of this chapter)