Have You Written Your Will Today?

  Chapter 191 When I know the whole story, I will give you a dream

   "That concubine is the first wife. It is inevitable to have resentment in her heart, but the method is cruel. She still has a concubine. I don't know how the Jingfu will deal with it?"

   Before Shen Wei called to stop, Cui Yun only thought that she was still interested, so she spoke more carefully.

  Cui Yun said slowly.

   "I was bestowed to death by the fourth prince that night."

  Shen Hua didn't know what to say for a while.

  She even felt a little cold.

   It seems that under the hands of the rich and powerful in Shengjing, killing someone is so easy.

  Cui Yun: "As far as I know, Mrs. Jing cared about her original partner before she got on the list in high school."

  Old Mr. Jing already had a strategy in place, and he was very clear about his own literary talents. Before the list was released, he was preparing the carriage for the return journey. So when the dust settles, I can go pick up my original partner and enjoy the blessings.

  Maybe it's because I can't resist the temptation, maybe it's a man's inferiority.

   "Except for this matter, Mrs. Jing has a good reputation. All the people loved him during those years when he was released. After he returned to Shengjing to report on his work, some people chased him and kowtowed to see him off with a hundred-character blessing on the Wanmin Umbrella."

   is also a good story.

  Cui Yun also dealt with him.

  He sees people very accurately.

   "I don't believe that such a person can do such a thing as abandoning his wife and children."

  Shen Hua was surprised.

   "But he still did it."

"However, as a person of flesh and blood, even if you can't resist the temptation, the original spouse Qianli took the son to find the father, you should also think about her being a filial piety for your parents, and respect them. Instead of falling into the public opinion, just ignore it, and let it go quietly Mrs. Tai is free to waste her time."

  Shen Wei felt that instead of doing this, it would be better to give a sum of money enough to be stable for a lifetime, and let the mother and son leave.

  Cui Yun took a sip of tea, and the bitter taste spread between his lips and teeth: "Life is like chess. When the chess is wrongly arranged, one piece can lose the whole game, and one piece can also break the game. White can also be rendered black."

   "Miss Shen might as well think about why he turned into a different person overnight, let alone mentioning his original spouse."

  Shen Hua: …

  He smiled lightly: "Do you know how the Ministry of Criminal Justice closed the case?"

  Shen Hua: I don't want to know.

   "In just a few days, dense worms crawled out of Mrs. Jing's body, eating away at his flesh."

  The fourth prince was shocked. Jing's family was buried overnight.

   It seems to be covering up another big scandal.

  Cui Yun's voice suddenly turned cold: "I do know that there is a love Gu that can control people's hearts."

   Shen Hua took a breath.

   "You mean Mrs. Jing was bewitched?"

   It is naturally a person from Jingfu who can poison him.

   Is it Mrs. Jingtai or Mrs. Jingtai's parents?

  Cui Yun smiled lightly and remained silent.

  Shen Hua was horrified when she heard that, she was just a girl who had just reached her age, why did she have to bear all this?

   "Who did it?"

  Cui Yun looked at her helplessly.

   "Shen Hua."

"Um?"

   "Only they themselves know this."

   Maybe a bastard.

  Maybe old man Jing had a moment of sobriety.

   Who knows.

  Shen Hua understood, she emboldened herself.

  She was serious: "Then I'll ask after I die."

  Cui Yun frowned.

  Shen Hua is very kind.

   "When I know the whole story, I will give you a dream!"

  When Shen Hua returned to the wing, her legs were weak.

  She pretended to be indifferent, bathed and changed clothes, wiped her hair, dug out the balm, patiently pushed it away, and then gently applied it on her body.

  The face that had been washed off was terribly pale.

  She hummed an incoherent tune, and moved towards the bed in small steps.

  Suddenly, she stopped in her footsteps, her brows were tightly frowned, thin sweat broke out on her forehead, her breathing was short and weak, and thick black blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.

   Tick, hit the soft underwear.

  She was confused and fell to the ground.

  —Yang Yang.

   It sounded like someone was crying.

  —A Niang couldn’t bear it any longer.

   Soon, she was completely plunged into darkness.

  ——

   Thunder bursts, resounding through the sky.

  The rain was rushing to the ground, falling to the ground one after the other.

  The bluestone slabs were scoured spotlessly.

   "Aren't you willing to throw away this cat?"

   "Almost done."

   "Why didn't I find that you had such a habit in the past?"

   Ji He leaned on the chair, and smiled playfully at the person beside him.

  Cui Yun flipped through the book and ignored him.

   "Talk to you!"

  Cui Yun raised his eyes lazily.

   There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

   "Seventh Prince."

   "If I don't answer you, I don't want to talk to you. Do you need me to make it clearer?"

   Ji He clicked his tongue.

   Quickly reacted again.

   "Are you turning a corner and scolding me for not knowing what to do? You must ask me to understand."

  Cui Yun: "Don't dare."

  Ji He: Your uncle, you are very brave.

   But thinking that Cui Yun is not a good person, he has solved his problems many times, and what he said is not pleasant, but he does not want to have the same knowledge as this kind of person.

   "Would you like to go and see the flower viewing banquet held by the Admiral's Mansion in the future?"

  He came for this.

  The admiral's mansion did not give him an invitation. But it must have been for Cui Yun.

  He can rub!

  The prince is the only one who does his part. But so what? The days can't be any worse, so it's better to have fun early.

   "The little girl from the Yan family is prettier than any girl I've ever seen. Let's go and see together."

   "Not going."

  Cui Yun refused.

   "I asked you to climb a mountain before, but you didn't go, and I asked you to go to the gymnasium, but you didn't go, and now I ask you to go to the Admiral's Mansion, but you still don't go."

  Ji He: "Are you looking down on me?"

   "The Seventh Prince is too worried."

  Ji He cried: "Yesterday that idiot slandered me for wetting the bed, and I'm still feeling bad right now!"

  Ji Cong is simply talking nonsense!

   "His pants are wet!"

   "He even said that I have no shame!"

   Concubine Jing rushed over.

  —Mother, look at him.

  Ji Cong covered his nose.

-it stink.

  —Okay, okay, mother concubine will let him go down and change clothes.

have to!

  He resigned to his fate.

   "Look, that idiot punched me in the face without saying a word. It's still bruised."

  No one spoke up for him.

   "If you don't accompany me to Yan Mansion again, I will die of depression sooner or later."

  Cui Yun looked over.

   "Small injuries, not fatal."

   Ji He:?

   "Tell me, is it that one day I die, you won't collect my body?"

  Cui Yun shook his head.

   "The Seventh Prince has lived so far, do you know why?"

   Ji He was very clear: "I have no threat to those people."

  Co-authored by Cui Yun.

   "Even weeds can take root in the crevices of the rubble and grow endlessly. Let alone people."

Fine.

   "Then you give me a reason not to go to Yan Mansion!"

  Cui Yun went to see the snow ball who woke up with his legs upside down.

   "It doesn't like strangers."

   Ji He:? ? ?

  Are you plausible?

  Xue Tuanyuan stared at the beam, trying to buffer the ups and downs in her heart at the moment.

   She calmed down.

  After Shen Hua realized that she had become a snow ball again, she worked hard to turn over.

  She stretched all her strength, and she was working **** her front feet. I didn't turn it over.

  Shen Hua has nothing to love in life.

  She licked her furry paws hurt, wagging her tail limply, and looked at Cui Yun eagerly.

  The young man smiled, lazily pointing at the tip of her wet nose: "Squeamish."

  (end of this chapter)