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Name:Legend of Yu Zhen Author:
Seeing Fu Heng being so anxious, Fang Luo even thought that she had finally woken up and was worrying about Madam! However, he still said:

"If you can say something good, then it's my fault again!"

Fu Heng felt that she was playing a trick, "Isn't it just that I didn't accompany you today? "You don't have to make such a ruckus and want to get to your head so that her old man knows about it. I didn't care about you when I was accompanying you, right?"

The Madam wasn't drinking for the sake of Ninth Master, she was just worrying about her own matters! "Ninth Elder, please don't think that you're romantic!"

Just as he snatched Yu Zhen's wine cup, he heard Fang Luo complaining. Fu Heng was instantly enraged.

"All of you in this house are sharp tongued. How dare a little girl scold me? Is he really going against the heavens? "

There were some words that simply went wrong the moment he said it, there was no difference if he said one more sentence or one less. Fang Luo decided to just say it all in one go, it would be more satisfying!

"This servant only feels sorry for Madam, I can't allow you to frame her!" It's fine if you don't care about her, but you even think of her as a malicious woman.

He had done so. This was his freedom as a master. A little girl like her dared to come and talk about him?

"That's also a matter of me and your master. It's not your place to talk about it!" Don't you know the rules! Immediately go out and kneel in the courtyard for two hours! Just reflect on it! "

Kneel! Fang Luo was not afraid of him, and was not fortunate either.

Fu Heng shook his head, as expected, there was still a master, there was still a servant! Yu Zhen was unruly, even the little girl looked down upon others, the servants of Fuca Prefecture did not dare to be so impudent!

He was furious, but Yu Zhen unwittingly collapsed onto the table. Fu Heng could only reluctantly take her up and place her on the bed, then call the servant Bai Cha who came from the house to help him take off his shoes and socks.

After washing up, the servant was too weak to support Master, so Fu Heng had to hug her for a while before taking off her outer clothes and putting her under the bed.

It was early spring and he was so tired that sweat broke out on his forehead. Just as he was about to get up and rest, he was suddenly grabbed by the wrist.

Turning around, he saw Yu Zhen pulling him, and calling out in a daze, "Don't go … "Stay here!"

So was she drunk? She was actually dragging him away? Could he be pretending to be drunk? Thinking about it this way, Fu Heng was unhappy, she wanted to pry her hand away, but she held on tighter.

"If you leave, you won't be able to come back!"

There was a hint of a sob in her voice, and when she lowered her eyes, she actually cried, "Take me away! I'm not afraid anymore! "I'm willing to give up everything to …"

Well? Should he leave or not? What was she talking about? He was confused listening to this!

Who does she mean by you? Could it be that she also had someone she liked? His wife was actually thinking about other men?

Realizing that it was possible, Fu Heng was slightly displeased. Just as he was about to wave her away, she pulled on him even more tightly, causing him to lean forward and fall on the bed.

As for Yu Zhen, not only was she holding his hand, she was even hugging onto his arm, moaning softly in attachment, "Don't go … "Accompany me..."

Fu Heng could not help but suspect, was this really Yu Zhen? Where was her usual ferocity and tyranny? Her gentle appearance now was like a completely different person from before!

Her crescent brows lightly knitted, and her red lips slightly pursed. Seeing this, he became distracted and hurriedly turned his face away. Perhaps it was because she had been possessed by a female ghost? Otherwise, how could he have felt pity?

He could even feel the rise and fall of her breathing, and the waves of his emotions made him want to pull his hand away, but she would always hold him even tighter, frowning more deeply and groaning with frustration. Unless he stopped moving, she would calm down again.