In order to save her husband, Ran Qingxun, Murong Feixue was forced to sign a divorce letter. Ran Qingcheng promised that Murong Feixue would finally meet her husband, Ran Qingxun, as Princess Jin.【】
Murong Feixue still had her acupuncture points tapped like last time, but this time there were people from Feng Lin Pavilion following along the way, hoping to find out where King Jin Ran Qingxun was imprisoned.
When Murong Feixue opened her eyelashes, she was already in the darkroom, and the child was placed next to her. However, the darkroom was empty, and she felt a little flustered for no reason.
Holding the child in one hand, he walked under each candle to explore with the dim flickering candlelight. He remembered that the last time, Ran Qingcheng touched a certain mechanism and opened the stone door of the dark room.
But I tried every lamp and candle, but still couldn't find the location of the mechanism. I was very anxious. I haven't seen my husband Ran Qingxun for more than a month. I wonder what his condition is now.
Fortunately, the child was not crying. Feixue calmed down, tried to calm her restless mood, and carefully observed the differences in each stone wall. There were two holes on the stone wall on her right side, and two beams of light entered the stone chamber.
, probably Ran Qingcheng did it on purpose.
Feixue walked to the hole in the stone wall with her child in her arms, guessing that this must be a spy hole intentionally left by Ran Qingcheng to observe the behavior of her husband Ran Qingxun. Feixue was sure that her husband must be behind the stone wall.
Her heart had been beating involuntarily, and she looked through the peephole at her husband, Ran Qingxun. With throbbing tears, she murmured: "Brother Xing, sister is here, you are here."
But I saw Ran Qingxun chained up with iron hooks on her shoulders. She was wrapped in a white coarse cloth with blood stains on it. Her silver hair was already gray, her cheeks were slender, her eye sockets were sunken, and her beard was stubble.
His face was completely devoid of its former glory.
The only thing that makes you lively is those eyes, amber eyes full of hatred. He has suffered countless inhuman abuses in the past month. What can support him to survive is full of hatred. Once a person has a heart...
If you have hatred, you will not die easily.
Ran Qingxun glared at Ran Qingcheng with eyes full of hatred. Although she seemed to be in despair, her cold voice was not stained with dust: "Ran Qingcheng, you can kill if you want. You don't have to spend so much time torturing me. I will never do it."
You will give in, you kill my mother and concubine, this hatred is irreconcilable, as long as I, Ran Qingxun, don’t die, I will definitely recover my blood debt one day!"
Ran Qingcheng folded his hands calmly across his chest, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his eyes were full of teasing: "Third brother, do you know why I didn't kill you? And I treated your injuries? What a shameful life you have.
It's all earned with your woman's body. The woman you love deeply has divorced you, and now he is my concubine. Do you want a divorce letter written by her?"
Ran Qingxun was obviously very excited and shouted angrily: "Ran Qingcheng, you bastard! What did you do to Fei Xue and her son? Tell me clearly!" Due to the force of the iron shackles sinking into the flesh, the silk
A trace of blood spilled out.
"Don't worry! You will see my newly canonized Concubine Shu soon, as well as your bastard!"
When Ran Qingxun heard that Feixue had given birth to a child, she became even more restless: "Ran Qingcheng, you are a beast, you are worse than a pig or a dog!"
Ran Qingxun became more and more violent, and her heart became more and more happy as she felt her prey being played with by her applause. She walked to the door of the stone wall and pressed the mechanism of the stone door. The door on the opposite stone wall slowly rose.
When Murong Feixue saw the stone door open, she couldn't wait to walk over, holding the baby in her arms, her beautiful eyes sparkling with water, and tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.
He shouted sternly: "Brother Xun!"
Ran Qingxun always thought that their mother and son returned to Ji County safely. The moment he arrived at his wife and son, the whole world collapsed instantly. The person he cared about most in the world was actually in jail like him.
Looking at Murong Feixue's obviously thin cheeks, I knew she must have suffered a lot, and I felt sorry for her, "Xue, you shouldn't be here."
Murong Feixue held the baby in her arms and saw her beloved husband. Her heart was broken, and she choked with sobs: "Sister, I can't worry about you. Didn't we say that we will stay together through life and death?"
Ran Qingxun also burst into tears, "Xue, why are you so stupid? The suffering you deserve is enough for me alone. This is not the place for you and your child."
Murong Feixue held the child close to Ran Qingxun, knowing clearly that he was not her and her husband's bloodline, and was afraid that Ran Qingcheng would find out.
"Brother Xun, meet our Zheng'er! You said that we must live well for the sake of our children, and you must live strong."
Ran Qingxun's eyes were filled with kindness that she had never seen before, and she carefully looked at the swaddled baby, his biological son Ran Yunzheng. With her pink skin and beautiful eyes, she stretched out her trembling hands to protect the child. The heavy iron shackles were dangdang.
Sound.
He stretched out his hand to caress the child's face, picked up the jade lock piece he had carved by himself, and said the child's name: "Zheng'er, my Zheng'er!"
I still remember the scene when I was naming the child. Although the boy cried a lot, he was not sad yet.
On the side, Ran Qingcheng and his wife looked so sincerely in love. Now that Feixue had broken off the relationship with this bastard, how could he, who had always been domineering, cold and arrogant, tolerate the three of them as a family continuing to reminisce about the past.
Ran Qingcheng's cold eyes looked at Murong Feixue coldly: "Murong Feixue, you are now my concubine Shu, not Princess Jin."
Ran Qingxun cursed angrily: "Ran Qingcheng, you despicable bastard! You are worse than a beast. You are just threatening their mother and son with my life to compromise. I will not let you succeed."
Feixue realized that it was not good and shouted sternly: "No! Brother Xing, don't do stupid things. If you are gone, what's the point of my life and my child's life? As long as you are alive for one day, we, mother and son, can survive."
Today, if you are not here, it will be convenient for my mother and son to meet my husband on the road to Huangquan."
It would be better to die than to live like this. The thing that has always supported him in living is hatred. Now for the sake of his wife and children, he can't let himself die easily. He hates that he can't protect the safety of his wife and children. He hates that he can't wait to kill Ran Qingcheng.
This beast was cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
When Ran Qingcheng saw Ran Qingxun's murderous cold look, his stern eyes were gloomy, and he laughed coldly: "Ran Qingxun, now you are just a prisoner, a useless person. You should keep your bitch well."
I have to spend the rest of my life in this dark room."
"It's time for Murong Feixue to leave."
Murong Feixue finally met her husband. She refused to leave and retorted: "I won't leave, so you can lock me here too! I am willing to spend the rest of my life in a dark room."
Ran Qingcheng was really angry, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his whole body was exuding a cold chill as he shouted angrily: "Murong Feixue, if you don't leave, I will favor you in front of this bastard!"
Murong Feixue did not expect that Ran Qingcheng had been so humiliated that both humans and gods were angry, and she shouted angrily: "You are ashamed!"
"Ran Qingcheng, you are a bastard who is worse than a beast!"
Ran Qingcheng looked at Murong Feixue coldly: "Leave with me!"
Feixue knew that this lunatic Ran Qingcheng could do anything. She held the child in her arms and looked back at her husband with tearful eyes: "Brother Xun, Brother Xun!"
Ran Qingxun also looked at his wife and children with the same reluctance, and said angrily: "Xue, Zheng'er! Ran Qingcheng, you bastard."