Chapter 2 Who is sad for the remnants of the flowers?
She sat on the ground in a daze, her face growing paler, her eyes bloodshot, but her tears could not flow.
"Why is he... He had promised to treat my family well, didn't he have any affection for me? β
When Meng Yanwan heard this, she couldn't help but sneer, "It's really stupid! Ruan Tingge, you just have a good-looking skin, but the inside is so stupid that it makes people laugh! β
"How could Your Majesty possibly take a fancy to a vase of yours? Look at your disgusting arrogant character, naΓ―ve and naΓ―ve brain, what is there worthy of Your Majesty? If it weren't for the fact that you are the daughter of the Ruan family and the county lord of Fenyang Palace, who would want to take care of you? β
Ruan Qingge unconsciously scratched the ground with his fingernails, even if he grinded out the blood, he didn't feel it. She muttered, "So everything he said to me before was false..."
"Actually, I've been feeling it for a long time, but I haven't believed it all along."
Ruan Qinge's expression distorted slightly, "No matter how much he tortures me, it's all my own doing." But he shouldn't have done that to my loved ones. β
She raised her head slightly and glanced at Meng Yanwan, the strong hatred in her eyes made Meng Yanwan's smile fade.
Meng Yanwan didn't like to see her such a depressed expression, and snorted a little impatiently, "If you want to blame, blame yourself for being stupid, so your family also suffered." By the way, I forgot to tell you that your grandmother, Mrs. Yide, fell ill after hearing the bad news, and unfortunately passed away yesterday. β
Ruan Tingge closed his eyes vigorously, only to feel that the blood in his whole body rushed to the top of his head, and his scalp was numb.
"Ling Chengyu!" She slowly spat out the name word by word, and her star-like eyes were covered with a haze soaked in hatred, turning strange and blood-red.
"Smack!" With a crisp slap sound, I saw Ruan Tingge's body, which was still sitting on the ground, fall heavily to the ground, and her white clothes were covered with dust.
Meng Yanwan gently shook her white palm, and her nails painted with Kodan were even more dazzlingly red. She looked condescendingly at Ruan Tingge, who fell to the ground, "Slut! Can you call Your Majesty the name of your majesty today? β
Ruan Qinge's left side of her face has been rubbed with several red marks, which are even more eye-catching against her snow-white skin. But a look of disdain and madness appeared on her face, "If it weren't for our Ruan family, he would be able to become the emperor?" He's a treacherous wolf..."
"Smack!" Ruan Tingge was slapped again. She fell to the ground, her face on the left side of her face already red and swollen, and she stopped talking, but began to laugh again.
Her laughter evoked echoes in the gloomy and bleak Xianqing Palace, and it seemed even more eerie and eerie.
The palace maid who was carrying the basket on the side took a step back a little timidly and glanced at Meng Yanwan secretly. Meng Yanwan still looked at Ruan Qingge on the ground with a smile, as if she was enjoying her embarrassment and madness.
"Master, it's not too early." Siqin looked at the sky outside the door, stepped forward and reminded softly.
Meng Yanwan retracted her gaze with a little regret, but when she thought of something, the amplitude of the corners of her mouth suddenly became larger. She turned around and ordered, "Siqi, go." β
After receiving Meng Yanwan's instructions, several palace maids stepped forward at the same time to control Ruan Tingge on the ground, and Siqi, who was carrying the basket, stepped forward with a hint of fear, took out a pot of wine in the basket and came to Ruan Tingge's side.
Ruan Tingge, who was tied hand and foot, stopped laughing slightly maniacally, and turned his head to look at Meng Yanwan with difficulty.
Seeing that Ruan Qinge's originally beautiful face was full of scars and redness, Meng Yanwan smiled with satisfaction, "This day is really slow, do you know how long I have been waiting?" β
She didn't wait for Ruan Tingge to answer, and continued to mutter, "When I saw the emperor seeing you for the first time, I was attracted by your superficial appearance, and my eyes couldn't help revealing a trace of obsession, I wanted to scratch your face all the time!" She gritted her teeth and her eyes were full of malice.
Listening to what Meng Yanwan said through gritted teeth, Ruan Tingge glanced at her slightly and sneered indifferently.
Hearing Ruan Qinge's sneer, Meng Yanwan's expression distorted slightly.
"You know what? What Hongu hates the most is your face. Meng Yanwan walked up to Ruan Tingge, her long nails hooked Ruan Tingge's chin, and said in a malicious tone, "What about the first beauty in Jinling?" In the end, he will still die in the cold palace, turning into a rotting and stinking corpse. β
She deliberately scratched Ruan Tingge's skin with her nails, marking red marks one after another.
"I also hate your annoying arrogant personality and never take others seriously." Meng Yanwan looked at Ruan Tingge's still high head and sharp eyes, her eyes were full of disgust and jealousy.
"This wine is a long-term search for this palace, and it is very precious." Meng Yanwan picked up the wine jug from Siqi's hand, "This palace gave it to you, you have to give this palace a drop to drink." β
Looking at Ruan Tingge's still disdainful eyes, Meng Yanwan's eyes narrowed slightly, "It is said that after drinking, you will feel that there are tens of thousands of ants crawling and biting in your internal organs, which will make you can't help but scratch your body frantically, until you scratch the skin of your whole body and tear out your bones and internal organs." β
Every word that Meng Yanwan spat out from her red lips was as vicious as the devil, "Then your body will start to decay before you die, starting from your most beautiful face, slowly pus and yellow water will come out, rotting maggots, and this process will last for three days and three nights until you take your last breath." β
Ruan Qinge's face slowly became paler, her eyes widened slightly, and she said in a dry voice, "Meng Yanwan, if you want me to die, give me a white silk, or directly stab me to death with a knife, and give me a good time!" β
"Hehe, how can this palace let you get your wish. Hongu went to great lengths to find this poisoned wine so that you could die in the ugliest and most painful way possible. Meng Yanwan's eyes glowed with excitement in the dimness.
Ruan Qinge saw Meng Yanwan approaching step by step, her jaw was firmly choked, and she couldn't help but open her mouth. The cold and spicy wine flowed down her mouth and into her throat, and she wanted to vomit but was choked by her jaw and couldn't spit it out, and she couldn't help but close her eyes in despair.
Father, eldest brother, grandmother, Ge'er is sorry for you.
If there is an afterlife, Ge'er will definitely avenge you.
The wind is blowing.
The branches of the locust tree outside the door swayed gently in the wind, making a rustling sound. A leaf fell off the branches, swirled in the air, flew close to the hidden doorway, hit the plank, and fell to the ground.
Through the crack in the door, you can see a white-clothed figure rolling on the smudged ground, scratching his body and face, accompanied by screams of pain, looking very crazy and terrifying.
A pleasant voice came from the shadows of the room, faintly inaudible in the cries of pain, "... Look at your terrible and ugly appearance now, who can say that you are the first beauty in Jinling... disgusting ugly...".
The wind is getting stronger and stronger, blowing the leaves in the courtyard to fly from the ground, blowing the falling flowers outside the palace also flew into the courtyard, the falling flowers and leaves were blown into the air by this sudden autumn wind, fluttering back and forth, it seems that God also wants to cover this miserable and terrible scene.