Chapter 241: The Secret of Zhang Gongjin

Cheng Gongjin's words did not scare Yu Qinghuan away. On the contrary, she became more worried about Cheng Gongjin's current condition.

She glanced at the two men and asked, "Has he been like this before?"

One of them shook his head and the other nodded.

When the master was poisoned before, he never shouted for people to get out like he did today, and he was directed at Madam Yu.

Yu Qinghuan asked again, "Has he not eaten anything since last night?"

The two of them shook their heads in unison at this moment, "No."

They drank a few bowls of medicine, but they couldn't say this in front of Madam Yu.

Yu Qinghuan looked at the door in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and said to the two of them, "You can't stay so hungry. Go to the kitchen and get some porridge and side dishes."

He understood in an instant, "Thank you, Madam Yu."

The other one didn't move at all, obviously not understanding Yu Qinghuan's hint. He just stood there stupidly, and soon he was dragged away together.

"Just go get it yourself, why are you dragging me along?"

"Silly you, didn't you understand what Madam Yu said?"

"What?"

“…”

As soon as the two of them left, the yard suddenly became quiet. Sang Ru, who was outside the yard, waited for a long time for her daughter to come out. Just when she was thinking of going in to take a look, she heard a loud "bang" coming from the yard!

The noise sounded like someone kicking the door, which scared Sang Ru so much that she quickly walked into the yard. The scene in front of her made her eyes widen.

The girl put down her raised foot as if nothing had happened and tugged at her skirt. The door, which should have been closed, was now wide open, obviously having been kicked.

Sang Ru walked back silently, pretending not to see it, but thinking in her heart: This girl is so arrogant that she even dares to kick the door of Lord Cheng's house.

At this time, Yu Qinghuan had already walked into the house.

The light in the room was dim and murky, and the strong, pungent smell of medicine was almost suffocating.

She was frowning, thinking of opening the doors and windows a little more to dissipate the smell of medicine, but she caught a glimpse of the overwhelming portraits in front of her.

Some are hung on the walls, screens, tables, chairs, or even on the ground, densely packed and stacked layer upon layer, with at least a hundred of them.

Profile, faint smile, deep thought...all kinds of postures, all kinds of angles, even her recent appearance at Cheng's house. Each one is painted in great detail, and you can almost remember the time at a glance.

Some of the scrolls had curled edges, clearly having been repeatedly rubbed, and some even had suspicious stains on the paper...

Yu Qinghuan froze in place instantly, the blood in her body stagnating. Why did Cheng Gongjin paint her, and what did he do to the portrait?

As if being stared at by portraits all over the room, shock, astonishment, and an indescribable feeling eventually transformed into a raging sense of embarrassment and absurdity that instantly burned the skin from the tips of her ears to her neck red.

She pinched her palms tightly with her fingertips, thinking that Cheng Gongjin was really sick!

She had flirted with him three times before, but he hadn't responded. She had thought he was aloof and unconcerned with women. But the framed portrait hanging on the wall, in red riding regalia, proved that he had been thinking about her since he left Mount Jiuchong. He had been pretending to be so. When they were in the palace, he had even asked her not to flirt with him, but he was actually hiding in his room painting his own portrait...

Yu Qinghuan gritted her teeth. She felt ashamed, but also a kind of indescribable pleasure. She was very excited because she had discovered an unknown side of Cheng Gongjin.

At the same time, a hoarse, bloody roar was heard, "Who?! Get out!"

The voice sounded even colder and harder than the "get out" just now, and it was obvious that he was angry.

Without hearing the other party's footsteps leaving, Cheng Gongjin stood up from the bed. His pale face looked cold and hard, with cold sweat on his forehead, wetting his messy hair and sticking tightly to his well-defined profile.

Without my permission, the people below me never dare to enter my house. Who on earth is so bold?

But just as Cheng Gongjin walked around the screen and came out and saw the intruder, his pupils suddenly constricted and his face looked stunned.

Yu Qinghuan was standing there, in the center of hundreds of portraits, looking at him with questioning eyes.

When their eyes met, Cheng Gongjin's body trembled violently. The secret that he had been trying hard to restrain and hide was now exposed in front of Yu Qinghuan, looking filthy.

He suppressed his coldness and said, "Get out."

Upon hearing this, Yu Qinghuan was so angry that she laughed. The man in front of her had no explanation for the portraits all over the room, and yet he asked her to leave so confidently?

In front of Cheng Gongjin, she bent down and picked up the portrait on the ground, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Cheng, is this the three days you mentioned?"

She was not an inexperienced girl and could tell what it was.

The thing that he already hated was bluntly exposed by the person in front of him. Cheng Gongjin's already pale face lost all color and he had another heart-wrenching cough.

He restrained himself from losing his composure. He couldn't bear to have someone see his inner filth and distortion so nakedly, especially in front of Yu Qinghuan, looking so ugly and embarrassed.

Seeing that Cheng Gongjin was coughing so hard that he almost died, Yu Qinghuan walked forward with a frown, raised his hand to support his violently heaving shoulders, and gently patted him on the back a few times to help him breathe.

But the next moment, Cheng Gongjin tightly grasped her wrist, the veins on the joints of his hand bulging from the force, with an almost pathological brute force.

"Why did you come in?" Cheng Gongjin growled hoarsely, staring at her intently.

Yu Qinghuan cried out in pain as he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, subconsciously trying to pull his hand back.

But when Cheng Gongjin was poisoned, his strength was extremely great, and he couldn't let her break free at all.

She was forced to look directly into those eyes that were so close to her, filled with shame, embarrassment, and greed that almost devoured her.

There is no trace of the powerful, gentle and steady Prime Minister of the past. He is simply a villain who has been stripped of all disguises and is struggling in desire and pain.

Yu Qinghuan suddenly felt a little scared. Could she really handle a Cheng Gongjin like this?

"Let me go, I'm going out now!" She began to struggle, trying to pry his fingers open with her other hand.

Where their skin touched, Cheng Gongjin's hand, which was extremely hot due to the poison, clenched tightly. The more Yu Qinghuan struggled, the tighter he clamped, as if he wanted to crush the wrist bones in his hand, and as if he wanted to drag this person who had seen through his own flaws into the quagmire of sin.

His eyes were bloodshot as he suddenly leaned in close to the person in front of him. His breath was hot and bloody as he stared straight into Yu Qinghuan's eyes. "It's too late to leave now."

Come to hell with me.