Princess he always wanted to murder her husband

Chapter 16

Every movement and eyes showed disrespect, but Su Jin didn't blame him, the boy turned around and strode out, which made Xie Zhaosi stunned.

"Even if he is not favored, he is still the prince's wife. How can he do this!? It's too shameful." Xie Zhaosi said indignantly.

Su Jin took out the costumes from the tray and looked them over carefully in his hand, "It's just a matter of power, why bother with him."

The costume is as red as fire, with exquisite plum blossoms embroidered on it, and cloud patterns embroidered with gold thread around it. Every stitch and thread is delicate, and the material is silky and cool. It must be the fine cloud silk brocade. I heard that the embroiderers in the mansion are very skilled, but I have never had the chance to meet them, because once Gong Mochen gets the cloth, he will reward other wives and concubines.

Su Jin never expected that the first time he got new clothes would be this costume, which is really ridiculous.

Xie Zhaosi saw his sadness, but didn't know how to comfort him...

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That night.

The stage in the Su Jinyuan has been built.

I don't know how many times the servant came, and they all asked him to "learn" to sing with the troupe. Everyone's eyes were full of ridicule that couldn't be hidden.

This is the first time that Su Jin rejected Gong Mochen's request, and Gong Mochen didn't force it, but Su Jin knew that he could only escape for a while, and he would still be on stage tomorrow. as a joke.

And this matter will spread, I'm afraid he will be pointed out when he goes out in the future.

A generation of arrogance, reduced to other people's subordinates, and thrown into the face of the actor on the same stage.

He has worked hard for so many years, but what he got in exchange for this kind of fate, who would know the resentment in his heart...

Su Jin felt so stuffy in his heart that he wanted to go out to get some air. Just as he opened the door, a dart with a cold light shot towards him, almost brushing Su Jin's face, and nailed it to the wooden door with a "boom".

Su Jin looked coldly at the willow tree outside the courtyard. A gust of night wind blew by, and the branches and leaves of the willow tree swayed slightly with the wind. A few leaves fell to the ground. She looked back, pulled out the darts that were fastened to the door, and walked back. in the house.

There was a note hanging on the dart. Su Jin took it off and opened it. There were only eight words on it:

Auspicious Tea House, see you soon.

There is only one word in the signature: Xiao.

Su Jin put the note into the lamp, and watched the flames devour it into ashes before she felt relieved.

When I closed my eyes, a figure appeared in my mind, wearing a red robe, with raised eyes, always looking cynical.

Adoptive father, long time no see...

Su Jin turned off the lights, carefully left the courtyard, escaped the guards in the palace effortlessly, and climbed over the wall to leave.

The street is brightly lit, and I haven't left the palace for half a year. Seeing such a night scene, I still have a lot of emotion in my heart, but I don't have the time to appreciate it, so I turned around and ran to the familiar teahouse.

As soon as the shop clerk saw the person coming, he hurried up to greet him warmly, saw clearly that it was Su Jin, put away his smile, his face became serious, and led Su Jin to the door of the inconspicuous box at the corner of the top floor, and then said nothing Leave and go downstairs.

Su Jin took a deep breath, gently opened the door, and a faint scent of flowers poured into her nose.

The interior furnishings are completely different from the elegance of the restaurant. This place is extremely extravagant. The wooden boards on the floor are made of precious gold silk nanmu. The screens are made of silk and satin that only takes a thousand gold to an inch. The embroidered Pixiu is domineering, and a wind chime made of top-quality jade is hung by the window. As long as there is a breeze blowing in, the wind chime will make a crisp and melodious sound, just like a musician playing by the ear.

Feng Mufan was half lying on the imperial concubine's couch, lazily holding a book and reading it boredly.

He was wearing a loose red robe with the skirt slightly open, exposing his white skin like jade. Although his complexion was a little pale, the half-exposed muscles let people know what kind of strength this body contained.