On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 276 Taking the opportunity to ask
Ye Zhiyu squinted his eyes and smiled, "That's natural."

"Do you have children?" Feng Wuming started from the most basic question.

Ye Zhiyu nodded like garlic, but still had his eyes closed.

"Yes, they are very well-behaved."

Feng Wuming said again: "Then do you still remember your late husband?"

"What kind of dead husband..." Ye Zhiyu covered his head, looking a little painful.

This move attracted Feng Wuming's attention. He took advantage of the victory and asked: "Don't you have a deceased husband? He is the father of two children. Where is he now?"

Ye Zhiyu subconsciously blurted out something, but something didn't feel right.He could only fight with all his willpower to resist those words coming out of his mouth.

"No...my husband did pass away. He died in the village. It's a pity that he left like this at such a young age. It's a pity that my two children are still so young and they lost their father." After Ye Zhiyu finished speaking, he cried again and again. He was laughing, already crazy.

"But he deserves to die! I work hard for this family every day, but he is living and drinking outside... I really have a miserable life."

Ye Zhiyu shed a tear when he talked about the depth of love.

Those tears seemed to hit Feng Wuming's heart, causing some pain.

Feng Wuming put his hand on the parapet to cover his heart. Why did his heart hurt?
Does this spell involve more than just physical pain?
Ye Zhiyu was still talking nonsense, but Feng Wuming had already stood up and planned to leave.

Seeing that the test failed, Feng Wuming couldn't tell whether he was disappointed, relieved, or should he be grateful?
Fortunately, Wang Xiao'e was full of nonsense, but she did not lie to herself about her life experience.

Is it that Wang Xiao'e is still acting now, or is it true that what she said is true.

"Hey! Where to run-"

Behind him, Ye Zhiyu, who was lying on his back, jumped up from the bed at some point and jumped towards Feng Wuming's back.

Feng Wuming only felt something approaching quickly behind him, and then Ye Zhiyu climbed up on his back and strangled his neck tightly with both hands.

"Where to run -" Ye Zhiyu was still mumbling, Feng Wuming's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Wang Xiao'e, my patience has its limit. I will count to three and get off my body, or you will bear the consequences."

"One"

"two"

"When I count to three, I won't care whether you did it involuntarily or on purpose. You should think it over yourself."

Ye Zhiyu put his chin on Feng Wuming's shoulder. He didn't know if he was asleep, but he had no intention of responding.

"three--"

Feng Wuming's last voice dragged out for a long time, and Ye Zhiyu not only had no intention of going down, but leaned back and lay directly on the bed with Feng Wuming.

And just like that, he locked Feng Wuming with his hands and feet.

Ye Zhiyu seemed to be very happy when he saw the dog he had raised when he was a child, so he hugged the dog and never let go.

Feng Wuming could actually break free, but that would hurt Ye Zhiyu.

So Feng Wuming just let Ye Zhiyu hold him.

Feng Wuming turned over and was almost nose to nose with Ye Zhiyu.

The unknown scent of the woman rushes into his nose, teasing his heartstrings.

It was clear that the woman in front of him was ugly, vulgar, and did not know the rules, but Feng Wuming didn't know why, but he always broke the rules for her.

Could it be that he really fell in love with this village woman?

how is this possible……

Feng Wuming's eyes fell on the curled eyelashes and twitching lips of the woman in his arms.

"Wang Xiao'e, Wang Xiao'e, what do you want me to do to you?" Feng Wuming sighed softly, as if murmuring and feeling sad.It seemed like she was telling Ye Zhiyu, but also like she was telling herself.

He only knew that that night, his heart dropped a beat.

The two slept like this all night.

Feng Wuming originally wanted to wait for Ye Zhiyu to fall asleep, then break her hand and leave.

However, Ye Zhiyu didn't know why, but even when he was asleep, his hands were very strong, and he was able to restrain the person tightly.

This posture was really ambiguous. Feng Wuming tried to get up several times but to no avail.He didn't want to hurt her either.

After all, the two of them now share the same feelings due to the spell. Even if Ye Zhiyu is injured, he will feel it. It hurts...

Feng Wuming kept his eyes open until dawn.

It was almost noon when sleepiness came over me, so I closed my eyes and took a nap.

At that time, in Wen Mansion and the ancestral hall, Wen Baoshu had been kneeling here for five days.

Her body was already fragile, and her face was now pale and drained of blood.If Wen Yufu hadn't always taken the opportunity to say a few words to her these days, Wen Baoshu would probably be no different than a walking corpse.

I'm just afraid that I will go crazy in this ancestral hall.

As everyone knows, Wen Yufu entered the ancestral hall every night, but Wen Yanjing just turned a blind eye.

When Wen Yanjing opened the door and came in, she only saw a lost daughter who didn't know what she was thinking.

He felt distressed in his heart, but more importantly, he hated the fact that iron cannot become steel.

Speaking of which, this was the first time Wen Yanjing got so angry and punished Wen Baoshu so harshly.After all, he has always treated this daughter like a jewel, wishing he could pluck the stars from the sky.

This is why Wen Yanjing did not refuse when Wen Baoshu showed his affection for Feng Wuming at first.

In his eyes, people like Feng Wuming can naturally protect his precious daughter better.

I didn't think so...

Wen Yanjing sighed and went to help Wen Baoshu up.

Wen Baoshu was startled when someone suddenly touched her, and she resisted reflexively.

She tilted her head and saw that it was her father, and the resistance slowly disappeared.He slowly stood up with his strength.

But because I had been kneeling for so long, my legs were numb and the whole process was very painful.

"Why is this necessary? Shu'er." Wen Yanjing felt pain in her eyes.

After all, I still love this daughter.

"Let's go, daddy will take you out of here." Wen Yanjing's voice was trembling with distress.

This person who once frightened many people when he trembled three times in the court is now nothing more than a daughter slave in front of his most beloved legitimate daughter, who only wants to have a safe and smooth life for his daughter.

Of course, if there was a conflict between his daughter's happiness and the lives of the entire family, he would naturally choose the latter.

This is the plan of the superior.

"Daddy...Daddy" Wen Baoshu was panting heavily as she spoke, looking very tired.

Wen Yanjing's eyes filled with tears, "Daddy is here."

Wen Baoshu raised the corners of her lips, "Have you agreed to your daughter's marriage? Are you willing to risk your life for your daughter?"

Wen Yanjing didn't expect that her daughter, who was always interested in everything for three minutes, would be so persistent in dealing with Feng Wuming.

After kneeling in the ancestral hall for such a long time, the first thing he said was about his marriage to Feng Wuming.

(End of this chapter)