Wen Qingmei gave Zheng Shiqi a cold look.
She felt that the medicine her daughter gave him last night was wasted.
Her daughter's medicine box was a gift from the gods, so Zheng Shiqi was not qualified to use it.
The medicine box is so small and there are only a few medicines in it, so they must be saved for important people.
Besides, Zheng Shiqi had already taken the medicine given by the God King when he was on the divine car, so he should not be given the medicine given by the gods again.
No matter who he is, he doesn't deserve to use such good medicine.
Zheng Shiqi looked at Wen Qingmei in shock.
Is the woman who said such vulgar words really his dignified wife?
When he had so many concubines, his wife never said a bad word to him.
By the way, where are his concubines?
Zheng Shiqi looked at Wen Qingmei with suspicion, and could not help but move slightly towards the bed in fear.
"Hiss~"
The movement caused a sharp pain in the wound on his buttocks.
Zheng Shiqi's face was twisted in pain and he couldn't help but gasp.
When has he ever suffered so much in his life?
Zheng Shiqi glanced at Wen Qingmei timidly.
"Madam, where is this?"
He felt that this place didn't look like a mansion.
But it doesn't look like a gloomy place where ghosts live.
"Heh!" Wen Qingmei looked at Zheng Shiqi's cowardly look and sneered.
"What's the matter? Are you missing your girls?"
Having been married for so many years, whenever Zheng Shiqi sticks out his butt, she knows what he is going to do.
His little eyes rolled around, and he wasn't worried about anyone but his concubines.
What a troublesome guy, he should be thrown into the capital and tortured by Emperor Wu of Liang.
Zheng Shiqi was stunned, and pulled the corner of his lips awkwardly, saying,
"Husband, what are you talking about? Don't you know whether I'm injured or not? How can you still think about those things?"
"By the way..." Zheng Shiqi licked his lips after finishing his high-sounding words and asked casually,
"My husband was seriously injured, why didn't the concubines come to take care of me?"
"This is outrageous! How can the mistress of the house be allowed to stay in the house all the time to take care of the injured? They are so free and easy..."
"lady!"
Zheng Shiqi pretended to be angry and shouted,
"Go and call all those concubines here, make them kneel here and sincerely repent!"
Now that he is hurt, he needs the concubines' gentle words to comfort him.
What he wanted to know most now was whether those concubines had been captured by ghosts as well.
The way he looked at Wen Qingmei, she looked like she was possessed by a ghost.
Wen Qingmei never dared to look at him like that before.
Also, he vaguely remembered that he woke up once or twice while being captured by ghosts, and each time Wen Qingmei slapped him in the face.
Just based on this point, he knew that Wen Qingmei was definitely not the same Wen Qingmei as before.
Wen Qingmei watched Zheng Shiqi's performance with a smile on her face.
"Eh~tsk~"
"You're dreaming. Even with your butt hurt, you're still not honest. Or maybe the injury is too minor."
As she spoke, Wen Qingmei stood up and walked to Zheng Shiqi's bedside.
Zheng Shiqi's pupils trembled with fear, and he instinctively moved a little further inside.
"You—what do you want to do!"
"But I am your husband, your heaven!"
Zheng Shiqi looked at Wen Qingmei and his eyes fell on his butt. He was so scared that his voice became louder.
He always had a bad premonition, and when he looked at Wen Qingmei's eyes, he was so scared that he couldn't help but tighten his butt.
"Pa!" A slap sounded on his butt.
Zheng Shiqi's pupils trembled, and he yelled "Ah" with his throat stretched out and his face flushed red.
"ah!!!"
"You you you..." Zheng Shiqi widened his eyes and looked at Wen Qingmei in disbelief.
He endured the stinging pain from the wound on his buttocks and looked at Wen Qingmei in horror.
"Who are you? Return my wife to me!"
Now he was absolutely certain that this person was definitely not his wife, she just looked very similar.
His wife never dared to fight with him.
Even though he went to his concubine more often, his wife only tried to persuade him gently for his health.
Now that he was injured so badly, this ghost thing actually slapped his wound directly. It seemed like it wanted him to die.
Wen Qingmei looked at the gauze wrapped around Zheng Shiqi's buttocks, which was stained with blood, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
She had endured such a humiliating situation for so many years, but it was all in vain.
If she had known this would happen, she should have slapped Zheng Shiqi in the face sooner.
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