The sorrow in Li Qingmu's eyes made King Jin's heart throb uncontrollably.

But in an instant, King Jin's right hand once again grabbed Li Qingmu's neck. His face became extremely angry, and he asked Li Qingmu fiercely, "Say, what kind of Gu did you do to this king?" ”

Half a year ago, King Jin suspected that he had been tricked by the little doll in front of him, otherwise he would not have used a hairpin to pick such a big scar on her forehead in anger.

But Wu Fengtian said that there was no sign of Gu on him.

As an aspiring royal prince, the most unbearable thing for King Jin is to be tricked by someone, because it will ruin his lifelong future.

The grief in Li Qingmu's eyes was replaced by a hint of fear.

Although King Jin also choked her neck when she was in the study, the strength was within her tolerance.

And right now, King Jin is actually using sixty percent of his strength. Li Qingmu even heard the sound of his neck bone breaking.

Raising his left hand and slamming King Jin's right hand twice, Li Qingmu struggled vigorously.

She raised her foot to kick King Jin, but in exchange for an increase in the strength of her neck.

While the two were arguing, there was a sound of a copper basin falling to the ground at the door, plus Qian Zi's screams that were not concealed at all.

Immediately, Qianzi continued to crawl downstairs with a sound and a more miserable "The prince killed Mei Ji!" And then came.

Qianzi's terrified screams woke up the angry King of Jin.

As soon as he let go, Li Qingmu sat down on the ground and coughed violently.

Li Qingmu covered his neck, which had been mutilated twice in one day, and inhaled the slightly cold air after the rain, only to feel that his entire neck was painful.

After she took a breath, she wiped her tears with her sleeve, looked at King Jin with hatred in her eyes, and coughed, "If I will, I will give you Gu, I will." ”

King Jin looked at Li Qingmu, who was lying on the ground holding his neck and panting, sighed deeply and went down to the attic with a cold face.

Li Qingmu got up from the ground, stood in the window and watched through the diamond-shaped window as King Jin carried him on his back, stepped on the stone bridge under the light of candlelight, and disappeared into the night.

Suddenly, there was a commotion on the stairs.

Qianzi ran up with Mama Cui and Mama Cui, who were in charge of asking Hexuan's kitchen, and Wenqing, a rough slave.

When they saw Li Qingmu standing in front of the window with his neck crossed, he showed a frightened expression on his face.

Mama Cui pushed Qianzi with her hand, watched Li Qingmu raise her eyebrows at Qianzi and asked, "Didn't you say that the prince killed Mei Ji?" Maggie, it's not good to stand here. ”

Qianzi looked at Li Qingmu and then at Mama Liu, but she couldn't figure out the situation.

After a long time of tea, the rough slave Wenqing walked to Li Qingmu's side, blessed, and asked, "Mei Ji, do you want to take a bath?" ”

Li Qingmu turned around and looked at Wen Qing's body with a pair of beautiful eyes.

Wen Qing is not very old, her figure is very thin, or because of the perennial physical strength and rough work, her face is abnormally pale, and even her lips are chapped.

But the appearance is good, although it can't be called a sinking fish and a goose, but it can be regarded as beautiful.

Seeing that Li Qingmu, who was a head younger than herself, looked at herself, Wen Qing's face showed a hint of timidity. Her two frostbite-infused hands were twisted together, and she carefully watched Li Qingmu's expression.

It has been two years since Wen Qing came to the Jin Palace.

In the past two years, she has been a favored maid by the side of the favored concubine, and then she went to the slave courtyard to be trampled on, and she has tasted the warmth and coldness of the world.

She knew that Li Qingmu's scrutiny at this time would determine how she would live in the future.