A good portrait was ruined. With Gu Huaizhi's vengeful nature, she would definitely not be spared.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Ruan Zhen is trembling with fear.

The delicate touch under the fingertips made one's heart skip a beat. He couldn't help but want to rub it once or twice. Gu Huaizhi held back the pain in his chest and approached step by step.

It was as if he was meeting Ruan Zhen for the first time, and every inch of his gaze was like a blazing fire, as if every part of her body was engraved in her bones.

Gu Huaizhi sneered.

The temperature under his eyes slowly cooled.

He tried hard to control his emotions, his voice was low and hoarse.

As if I still need to prove something.

"say something."

The man pinched his chin only slightly.

I wish I could eat her alive.

Ruan Zhen couldn't help but tremble.

I don't know if it hurts or feels wronged.

His watery eyes gradually filled with tears.

Perhaps out of fear, her voice seemed weak and sweet, and she heard herself sniffing and asking.

"Can you draw hibiscus flowers?"

The woman's red lips were lightly pursed, with tears streaming down her face, and the pendant hanging from her earlobe was swaying gently, bright and moving.

Gu Huaizhi suddenly withdrew his hand as if it was hot.

I had mixed emotions for a while.

He was always strategizing and didn't know what to do.

He closed his eyes and forced himself not to think about it.

"Sheng Qinan."

Sheng Qinan was stunned, his brother was touching his sister-in-law’s face!

Touched!

look!

There are still red marks on my sister-in-law’s fair and delicate face!

This is a lot of effort! I don’t know how to show mercy!

"exist!"

Gu Huaizhi lowered his eyes, bent down to pick up the portrait that had just fallen from his hand, folded it slowly, and then put it into his sleeve.

Throw out a word.

"Walk."

Sheng Qinan: "Are you leaving now?"

Don’t keep it and touch it again?

He reluctantly pushed the wheelchair in front of Gu Huaizhi.

Everyone present witnessed this scene and their breathing became slower. Everyone could detect the change in Gu Huaizhi's suppressed emotions.

No one dared to follow him and watched helplessly as he was pushed away by Sheng Qinan.

Sheng Qinan was quite tactful: "Brother, Miss Ruan can't stand being scared."

Gu Huaizhi ignored him.

"It's just a painting, but you actually picked it up to settle the score later. It's really inappropriate."

Gu Huaizhi still ignored him.

"Even if you are a sworn brother, you still have to save some face for Miss Ruan in front of everyone."

Gu Huaizhi did not open his eyes, and his tone did not fluctuate at all. He just spoke slowly.

"The wound is open."

Sheng Qinan:Huh???

Wasn't it quite capable of scaring people when you stood up just now?

"You didn't tell me earlier!!!"

The crowds of people come and leave quickly.

Everyone looked at Ruan Zhen who was being bullied with sympathy and felt pity for her.

Then he left with a sigh.

Gu Huaizhi had a bad temper and never let women get close to him. It was obvious that he was so angry that he became dizzy.

"This girl is really brave because of her status as a foster sister. Didn't she hide in a corner when she didn't see Miss Mu's cleverness? She was so good that she even sprinkled ink on the prince."

"By not moving her now, the prince must be thinking of slowly tormenting her in the future."

"Why did you offend the King of Hell? Otherwise, I would have asked my mother to propose marriage."

These whispers were blown away by the wind as people walked away.

Seeing Gu Huaizhi being pushed away, Ruan Zhen's legs gave out and she fell onto the stone bench.

Mu Jiu was so anxious: "It's too late, it's too late, I've offended him now."

"Ruan Zhen, are you okay?"

Ruan Zhen's face seemed to still have the warmth of the man's fingertips. She was stunned for a few seconds.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief as if after a disaster.

"Fortunately, the tongue is still there."

——

Lunch was served in the flower hall, and men and women sat at separate tables.

The waiter served each exquisite small plate of dishes in an orderly manner.

The general's wife finally showed her face.

She dressed neatly and looked heroic.

As soon as she entered the flower hall, many girls surrounded her.

Too.

Mu Hansheng led the troops in the war. Even if his life was on the line, he could not bear the brilliance of the general's palace. He was also the only son of General Mu.

The entire General's Mansion belongs to him.

If she can give birth to a son and a half daughters after getting married, even if Mu Hansheng will die for the country, she will be fine for the rest of her life as a general's young wife.

So the girls scrambled to get the attention of the general's wife.

Sweet-talking: "Madam, your clothes are really nice today."

General's wife: "Shall I introduce the embroiderer to you?"

Some expressed their eagerness to try: "Madam, my Qier plays the piano very well. Do you want to have a listen?"

General's wife: "I don't know the music."

Someone volunteered: "Madam, can I sing a song for you?"

The general's wife had a headache from the noise.

She asked seriously: "Why are you not singing or playing the piano? It's boring! I want to watch The Big Sword. I watch it once a day. I never get tired of it. Which of you can?"

The flower hall fell into dead silence.

Everyone was silent.

"This...I can't wait."

"You are joking, how can we carry a big knife?"

The general's wife was very disappointed.

Her life is indeed full of glory, but she spends less time together with her husband and more separation.

When has there ever been a time when I didn't feel frightened when I saw him wearing armor?

These pains can only be swallowed in the stomach.

She doesn't value family background, nor do she value those external things.

The General's Mansion has a simple population, and she just wants a down-to-earth daughter-in-law who is not fussy.
To be continued...