Zhang Shuhua's heart instantly beat wildly.

She stared at the corners of Feng Jinzhou's mouth tightly, for fear that he would say something.

He just used his lips to make her end in the Ji family.

She could even feel the suspicious and questioning glances of everyone present.

Her panicked eyes subconsciously brought pleading.

She begged Feng Jinzhou to give her a way out.

In the silence of the audience, Ji Fengbai's voice suddenly sounded, "Young Master Feng said with a smile, last night was the night of candles in the cave room between my father and Aunt Zhang, how could Aunt Zhang be in the metropolis." ”

Ji Fengbai looked around, his gaze swept to every curious person.

He has always been a calm character, and the reputation of the Ji family is more important to him than anything else.

He had drunk foreign ink for a few years, and he disagreed with Chongxi's approach from the beginning.

But his parents insisted on going their own way, and he, as a son, couldn't stop his father from taking concubines, so he could only let this matter go by for a while.

Receiving Ji Fengbai's gaze, everyone quietly retracted.

He was a commander in Commander Feng's army, with a serious expression and a bit of majesty.

Feng Jinzhou nodded slightly, and chewed a few words softly: "Candle night in the cave room?" ”

Ji Fengbai looked at Feng Jinzhou again, his expression was vague.

Who doesn't know that Master Ji's dying person still has the strength to do the things of the boudoir?

The more Feng Jinzhou was unclear, the more frightened Zhang Shuhua became.

In the cold winter, she was already so nervous that her palms were soaked.

The wound on her body was stained with sweat, like a pinprick on a needle, and the pain made her shoulder shake unsupportively.

Feng Jinzhou finally retracted his gaze, he didn't linger any longer, raised his steps and walked forward, striding away.

Seeing that Feng Jinzhou was finally gone, Zhang Shuhua's nervousness was also discharged, and she knelt on the ground in a cold sweat.

After the relatives and friends worshipped, Ji Fengbai stepped forward and whispered a few words in Mrs. Ji's ear.

Mrs. Ji glanced at Zhang Shuhua coldly and nodded slightly.

Someone came to support Zhang Shuhua.

Zhang Shuhua was beaten just now, and his whole body was in pain at the moment, and it was even more painful when he was touched a little.

The maid lifted her up and led her away.

The maid whispered in her ear: "The eldest young master has ordered, let the slave help you go back to rest." ”

Ji Fengbai?

It was getting dark, the temperature was much lower than during the day, and the cold wind poured straight under Zhang Shuhua's clothes.

She was cold, hungry, and aching, and her whole body shivered unconsciously.

After the maid helped her back to the room, she turned around and left, Zhang Shuhua sat down at the table, the room was still festively dressed, and it was too late to leave.

She got up to light the lamp to take a look at her wounds, when there was a knock on the door.

Zhang Shuhua slowly moved over to open the door, and saw a family member arching his hand to her, and whispered: "Aunt Zhang, the eldest young master knows that your injury is not light, so he specially ordered the slave to send you the injury medicine." ”

Ji Fengbai again?

He had someone deliver medicine to her?

Zhang Shuhua stretched out his hand to take it and thanked him.

She closed the door again after she turned to leave.

Zhang Shuhua locked the door, lifted her blouse and looked at it, her clothes didn't fit, and she couldn't see it when she was wearing it.

In fact, she was very thin, there was not a trace of excess flesh on her body, and her fists and kicks fell on her almost directly on her bones.

She opened the pill bottle, frowning and rubbing the medicine in pain.

The ointment is cool, and the pain is really relieved after rubbing.

She hadn't closed her eyes for two days, and when the pain got better, sleepiness struck, and before she knew it, she fell asleep on the side of the bed and on the side of her clothes.

Hazy Zhang Shuhua seemed to be in a dream.

She dreamed that someone had entered her room, like Feng Jinzhou's tall and broad figure.

She even smelled him, and when he unbuttoned her chest, she resisted, and he asked her if she wanted to be widowed.

Only then did she remember that she had been used by his father to marry Master Ji, and she couldn't be confused with Feng Jinzhou anymore.

But in a blink of an eye, she knelt in front of her mother's hospital bed again, and her mother took her hand and said that she couldn't stand it, she didn't take good care of her, she didn't find a good family for her, she really couldn't hold on.

Zhang Shuhua woke up suddenly, and the fine sweat on his forehead couldn't stop pouring out.

She looked around the room to make sure no one was there.

But in the next second, her fingertips touched something hard and cold.

Zhang Shuhua was startled, lowered his head, and there was a Browning on the bed.

Someone really came in.

"Still dreaming about me?"

Hearing the voice, Zhang Shuhua was startled again.

When she turned around, she saw Feng Jinzhou.