Lu Zhenzhi raised his eyes and silently watched Fu Tong'er come in. A faint fragrance also drifted in slowly. For many years, no woman's fragrance had ever drifted in here.
He saw a beautiful woman walking slowly, wearing Lu Zhenzhi's black fox fur cloak, a plain jacket inside, with a little pink occasionally, her black hair hanging down and draped over the black fox fur, and then held up with a small hairpin and blood-red white jade, two strands of black silk gently floating on both sides of her forehead.
The cold wind was howling and the north wind was biting. Under the light, Fu Tong'er was not wearing any makeup and her thin lips were slightly raised.
No excessive embellishments, no exaggerated expressions.
So peaceful and beautiful!
Lu Zhenzhi watched silently until Fu Tong'er came in and bowed to him.
"Master..."
At this moment, this battle-hardened man, a man who had slain countless enemies, was momentarily stunned. Lu Zhenzhi had seen countless beautiful women, but the girl before him was different.
At this time, Zi'er asked someone to bring up a few plates of medicinal food. This was a special order from Jiu Ye. He didn't want to have the usual side dishes, but only a few medicinal dishes that could replenish qi and blood.
Then he took off Fu Tong'er's cloak and hung it on the rack, then left with the door.
Lu Zhenzhi said: "Your knee is injured, so I will eat here with you."
Fu Tong'er felt a little uneasy. This man's aura was a little intimidating. However, she didn't want him to see it.
After they sat down, Lu Zhenzhi handed her a pair of chopsticks and asked calmly, "Have you checked your hands and knees? Have you applied the medicine?"
Fu Tong'er replied softly, "Yes, just now, the doctor checked it and applied medicine."
At this time, a girl knocked on the door and said, "Master Jiu, the ginseng soup is here..."
"Bring it in."
After a while, Chun'er pushed the door open, carrying a bowl of steaming ginseng soup. Lu Zhenzhi pointed in front of Fu Tong'er, and Chun'er understood and placed the slightly hot ginseng soup in front of Fu Tong'er, and reminded her: "Miss, the ginseng soup is a little hot."
Lu Zhenzhi raised his eyes and stared at Chun'er, looking slightly displeased: "Didn't I tell you to prepare it a long time ago?!"
Chun'er hurriedly said, "Master Jiu, it's because... the ginseng soup had been boiled once before, so the chef cooked it again, and that's why..."
Lu Zhenzhi waved his hand, Chun'er hurriedly leaned forward, hugged the tray tightly in both hands and walked out.
"Eat it." Lu Zhenzhi picked up a piece of meat and put it in Fu Tonger's bowl.
She picked up the chopsticks, thinking about the panic of the girl when facing the man next to her, and wondered who this man was.
Fu Tong'er ate mouthful by mouthful, thinking that this was the first bowl of clean hot rice she had eaten after half a year in Dayan. Looking at the meat in front of her that she dared not even dream of, she thought about how she used to be a beloved young lady, but now, how did she become so miserable?
Divorce! No matter what the cost!
At this time, the man sitting next to her spoke again. His voice was low and restrained, and no emotion could be heard from his tone.
"Who are you, King Hui?"
For some reason, Lu Zhenzhi became very talkative today and also wanted to find out more about this girl.
Fu Tong'er chewed a mouthful of rice, her voice choked with sobs. She lowered her head and said, "I am his legal wife."
Lu Zhenzhi's hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly, and then he continued to eat his rice quickly. The atmosphere suddenly sank to the bottom of a cold lake.
"But it won't be like that soon!" Fu Tong'er's tone suddenly changed from soft and weak to firm.
Lu Zhenzhi paused briefly again, then put down his chopsticks, picked up the spoon, and scooped a spoonful of hot soup into the girl's bowl. He spoke in a steady tone, "What do you mean? He wants to divorce you?"
"No! I'm the one who wants to dump that scumbag!"
Hearing this, Lu Zhenzhi couldn't help but glance at the girl. Seeing that her eyes were full of determination, there was no trace of the weakness she had shown when she was dying in the snow. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said another word unconsciously:
"The princess is very courageous in divorcing her husband."
At this moment, a dark figure knocked on the door: "Master Jiu, King Hui brought a few people to the palace to ask for an audience."
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