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Chapter 37: Forcing the husband to take a name


"That's easy to say.

I have no problem with my sister wanting to raise the clown.

However, I have been raising the clown since he was born.

I'm afraid she won't be used to it, so you have to ask her what she wants."

"Joker, are you willing to follow the princess?"

The clown looked at the woman who was lying on the bed.

Even though she was wearing plain clothes and a skirt, she could not hide her majestic appearance.

The clown was frightened by the sparkle in Dugu's eyes.

He took a step back and pinched Yun Dingchu's palm with his small and cold palms, treating her as a life-saving straw.

If it were before, the clown would never dare to say anything.

However, at this moment, she was attracted by the warm light on Yun Dingchu's body and the bright light in her eyes, because her intuition told her that the princess would treat her well and give her all hope and hope. bright.

Under Lonely's aggressive eyes, the clown swallowed hard, lowered his eyelids, and nodded lightly.

"She's such a wolf with a bad heart and an unfamiliar parent.

Since she doesn't want to continue to follow me, sister, please do as you please.

On behalf of Jiao, go and pack up her clothes and send them to the west wing later."

"As you command, my queen."

The servant named Dai Jiao beside him bent down and left to pack the clown's clothes.

"Qing Lian thanked Empress Dugu on behalf of the master, then we won't disturb the empress."

Qinglian just finished speaking, Dingchu nodded to the Dugu family, took the clown and strode out of the palace of Dugu's concubine.

After returning to her room, Qinglian followed her master's instructions and went to the kitchen to make a bowl of ginger soup and let the clown drink it while it was hot.

Prevent her from catching a cold.

Dingchu personally took off her clothes and gave her a fragrant bath.

While taking a bath, she found that there were too many marks of whipping on the clown's body.

The injury came again, and his fingertips slowly roamed on her naked back, making Dingchu really feel distressed.

"Clown, why are there so many scars on your back?"

Qinglian asked on behalf of his master.

"They smoked it."

"Why whip you?"

"They said I was a trickster, that my mother was a monster who brought trouble to Beixiang City, and that they wanted me to atone for my mother's sins."

The clown's voice was weak and soft.

As soon as he said this, the clown's stomach felt There was a grunting sound.

"Are you hungry?"

Qinglian asked distressedly.

The clown nodded, and then said: "They didn't even give me food to eat.

I only had one meal today, just three Wowo and a bowl of rice porridge.

They asked me to go to the mill to grind flour."

If I can’t finish it, I won’t be allowed to eat.”

The mill let a three or four year old child grind flour.

This is really an extremely cruel form of human torture.

It is true that her mother is a craftsman and the evildoer who brought harm to Beixiang City.

However, how can a child bear the responsibility for an adult’s fault?

Besides, Dai Xiaoyou was sent as a craftsman by Empress Su.

Come to Prince Xiang, Dai Xiaoyou has no way to choose her own destiny.

Looking carefully, Dingchu discovered that there were circles of thin red marks on her shoulders and neck.

The small grindstone must have been tied to her tender neck, and then these marks were rubbed out little by little.

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It's so abominable, so cruel and inhumane, Dugu Concubine is simply inhumane.

Dingchu was so angry that he slapped the table hatefully.

The candlestick shook greatly and almost rolled off the table.

She was so angry that she calmed down her breathing.

She found several of her dresses and asked Qinglian to take them to the dressing room to make them smaller.

She also told her to make a few more dresses for the clown, and all the wages would be deducted from her monthly salary.

The clown was wearing new clothes that had been refitted overnight, smiling from ear to ear.

Qinglian said something in her ear, and then she ran over and hugged Dingchu's waist, giggling non-stop.

Smiling, with tears shining in her eyes, she shouted sweetly: "Mother, mother."

"I have a mother."

Her petite, palm-sized face smiled for the first time like a brightly blooming flower.

For the first time, she dared to release her emotions, holding Dingchu tightly while her mother kissed and yelled fiercely.

Dong Ling Fengzhen was carried into the west wing.

When he came in on a wheelchair, what he saw was a warm scene of mother and son hugging each other and kissing each other fiercely.

The air was filled with the child's charming laughter like a silver bell.

"Qinglian has met the prince."

With a slight chin of her head in response, Qinglian stepped away.

Dingchu and Joker looked back at the same time, and saw the figure who kept sliding in and sitting in the wheelchair at the door.

The man's face was as cold as the King of Hell, and his pair of deep eyes were without any emotion at all.

The clown quickly hid behind Dingchu.

It was obvious that she was afraid of this father, who never gave her a trace of warmth and love.

"You scared her."

Dingchu hugged the child into his arms, said something with his lips, kept stroking her forehead, and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, clown, he is daddy and will not hurt you. " For some reason, she thought that the clown would not understand, but she actually raised her head from Dingchu's arms.

Maybe the word "daddy" had too different meanings for the clown, so she stared blankly.

Watch him.

Later, she retracted her half-stretched head into Dingchu's arms, as if she was still afraid of this gloomy-looking father.

Dingchu didn't want the clown to be in a tense and suffocating atmosphere, so Qinglian took the clown out immediately.

It was obvious that the paralytic didn't like the clown.

He bent down, walked back to his wedding room, reached out and dragged out the box under the bed, opened it, took out a book, walked back to the hall, and forced the book into the paralyzed man's hand.

Dong Lingfeng really didn't know what the mute wife meant, so she raised a pair of sword eyebrows to express her inquiry.

Yun Dingchu spat out two words to him: "Name it."

"No need."

He refused coldly without thinking.

He took the pen and ink and quickly drew a few lines, and then, what appeared in front of him was this handwriting with flying dragons and phoenixes: "She is only more than four years old.

No matter who gives birth to her child, she should not treat an adult's child like this."

The grudges have been placed on her.

She is your biological child.

You cannot Sitting back and doing nothing, why do others bully her?

She has too many scars on her body and is so cruel to a child.

Do you think God will help such a ruthless, cruel and cold-blooded person?

It is the father's responsibility to name his child.

Ling Fengzhen, don’t let me look down on you.”

Do you think God will help ruthless, cruel and cold-blooded people?

Dongling Fengzhen's eyes fell firmly on this sentence.

The implication of this sentence is that there will be many helpers for those who are in good ways, and few if they are unjust.

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Beixiang is so cruel and ruthless.

God will never favor them, and those who win the country will always be wise.

If you hurt a little girl like this, you will be punished by heaven and earth.

Unfortunately, without God's help, he in Beixiang Kingdom would never be able to reach the pinnacle of power.

At any time, no matter what happens, everything depends on people, and everything depends on God.

If God doesn’t help you, how can you win thousands of miles of mountains and rivers?

It's a bit interesting.

The corners of Feng Zhen's mouth from the East team rose slightly, and his eyes looked at Dingchu again with a more scrutinizing meaning.

This mute is trying to force him to give the clown an official name.

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