After getting into the carriage in the mansion, the smile on Xie Yanhe's face suddenly fell. She snorted softly, "Wishful thinking." Then he slowly closed his eyes.

The Wang family is like the sky is falling. Wang Ruofu stared at Xie Yanhe's fading back, and his sweet voice seemed to be quenched with poison: "Slut! ”

Old Madam Wang didn't hold back and slapped her.

Wang Ruofu's head tilted slightly, she covered her rapidly swollen cheeks, and looked at Old Madam Wang's eyes full of disbelief.

"Grandmother ......"

"Don't call me Grandma!" Old Madam Wang interrupted her granddaughter's words sharply, and her eyes were disappointed or disappointed.

"You kneel for me!" Old Madam Wang shouted.

Wang Ruofu pursed the corners of his mouth and knelt straight on the floor tiles. When her knee touched the ground, there was a "thump", and she didn't need to look to know that her knee must be bruised.

Wang Ruofu is Mrs. Wang's favorite granddaughter, if it was usual, even if Wang Ruofu was just a layer of oily skin, Mrs. Wang would have already taken her into her arms and comforted her.

But now, Mrs. Wang's eyes were full of anger when she looked at this granddaughter.

She said coldly: "You also heard the words of the county lord of Yonghe just now. If you don't do it, you have to go to the place where you eat people, and look forward to the emperor's unattainable favor. Jover, you are depraving! ”

Wang Ruofu slowly put down the palm covering her cheek, a teardrop rolled down from her eyes, and those beautiful eyes did not even have a trace of light.

Old Madam Wang's eyes showed a hint of distress, which was quickly replaced by a cold and stern light.

Old Madam Wang was ruthless and said indifferently: "The county lord of Yonghe will never let you enter the palace, Ruofu, die." ”

Wang Ruofu collapsed instantly, her body trembled slightly, her hands covered her cheeks, and she cried silently.

Wang Wanrong looked at her sister's violently trembling shoulders and the wet water stains on the placket, and the whole person was frightened.

In Wang Wanrong's impression, her sister has always been dignified and generous, gentle and supple, even if she encounters something big, she is still soft, as if the spring breeze is as soft as rain, Wang Wanrong has never seen her sister lose her temper.

But the woman in front of her was sad and had no image, as if she had broken the perfect mask with her own hands, and it instantly became real.

Wang Wanrong bit her lip, held her sister's shoulder, and comforted her very distressedly: "Sister, there are many good men in the world, Your Majesty is so old......

Wang Ruofu dodged his sister's hand, her eyes were red, her sad look was like a dying bird, Wang Ruofu's voice was full of despair: "You don't understand. I will marry no one but Your Majesty. ”

"Jover!" Mrs. Wang's face sank like water, for this obsessive granddaughter, Mrs. Wang was angry and painful, angry because she was not angry, and painful because she was infatuated with a wrong heart.

She said earnestly: "Do you know what kind of person Your Majesty is? Do you understand His Majesty's temperament? You just had a few encounters with Your Majesty at the palace banquet, and this kind of liking is too shallow. Ruofu, listen to grandmother, your life is still very long, and there will be different scenery along the way, as long as you can open your mind and broaden your horizons......"

"Grandmother......" Wang Ruofu interrupted Mrs. Wang's words in a sad voice, her nose was red from crying, the water stains in her eyes were obvious, and she smiled with tears: "Since I was twelve years old, I have been preparing to enter the palace. Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, female red feed, I want to be the best among my sisters. Your Majesty likes to play chess, so I practice chess hard; Your Majesty is good at calligraphy, so I practiced Wei Tablet and Wild Grass hard; Your Majesty likes to ride and shoot, and I have spent half a year in a row on the horse farm, from the bruise at the beginning, to the gallop on horseback, how much effort I have put in...... Now my grandmother wants me to give up, how cruel it is to me......"

Wang Ruofu couldn't cry in the end. Since she was twelve years old, she has shouldered the responsibilities given by the family on her weak shoulders, and she wants to sit on the throne of the middle palace, the mother of the world, and write a new glory for the royal family. At that time, no one asked her if she was willing, and no one asked her if she was tired and hard. Now that there is no hope of entering the palace, she has become an outcast, and her grandfather, who used to value her the most, now avoids her, and even wants to send her out casually.

While Wang Ruofu was desperate in his heart, he was more numb in his heart. Because she didn't know who to resent her. Is it resentful of the grandfather who puts interests first, or resentful of the powerless parents, or resentful of the red-faced and troubled county lord of Yonghe and the high-ranking king, or resentful of the weak and incompetent self!

"Grandmother, you tell me what I should do after destroying my hopes?" Wang Ruofu stiffly tugged at the corners of his lips, and a smile on his face was even uglier than crying, and tears were surging in those broken eyes.

In the face of her granddaughter's questioning, Mrs. Wang seemed to have exhausted all her strength in an instant, her always straight back was completely bent, and the pain in her heart was indescribable.

Old Madam Wang lowered her eyes, covered the rolling emotions in her eyes, and said calmly: "It's all my fault. Your grandfather wants to send you to the palace, and I have always been against it in this matter. The wealth of the Wang family is enough, too much! But your father and your mother were moved by what your grandfather said. After all, I'm just your grandmother, and with your parents here, I can't interfere in your upbringing. Now that I think about it, it hurts you. ”

Mrs. Wang staggered to Wang Ruofu and slowly helped Wang Ruofu up from the ground.

The eyes that have been tempered by the world and precipitated by the years are full of love and peace, and the old lady Wang said softly: "Ruofu, if you don't want to marry, grandmother will support you for a lifetime. The two of us went to Fuyun Mountain, where the Wang family has a Zhuangzi, and we forgot all this in the capital, okay? ”

Mrs. Wang has her own plans.

After all, the granddaughter is only eighteen years old, and she has always been sheltered under the wing of the Wang family, and has never suffered setbacks. When she took her granddaughter away from all this in Beijing, her mood slowly became peaceful, and she found another Jinshi, and at the worst of all, she had to find a young man to raise a son, marry her granddaughter in a beautiful manner, and have a lively and clever child, and her granddaughter's life will be complete.

Old Madam Wang's eyes when she looked at Wang Ruofu were full of earnest light, and there was even a trace of imperceptible pleading in her eyes.

Facing his grandmother's eyes full of apprehension and expectation, Wang Ruofu's heart ached, and a corner of his frozen heart cracked, and the cracked lines became bigger and bigger, gradually becoming fragments. Eventually, Wang Ruofu nodded very slowly.

Mrs. Wang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, she suppressed the tears in her eyes, and tightly hugged this granddaughter into her arms.

After dinner, Wang Ruofu got up and went back to her own courtyard under her mother's unspoken eyes.

After entering the house, Wang Ruofu withdrew from all the subordinates around her, and stayed in the room silently, staring at a lyre hanging on the wall in a daze.

Until it was completely dark, the big girl next to Wang Ruofu knocked on the door outside the house, holding a bowl of red bean soup cooked by Mrs. Wang herself. But after a long time, there was no movement in the room.

The big girl gently pushed open the door, she put down the red bean soup in her hand, took the fire fold, lit the candle on the table, and then picked up the red bean soup, and bypassed the Huanghuali screen of "Embroidered Dawn Mirror" in the room.

"Miss, the porridge that the eldest lady made for you herself, you can drink a little more." The maid smiled and raised her head, the tray in her hand slammed into the ground with a "snap", and the small bowl of sweet white porcelain fell apart.

The maid's eyes widened, and a high-pitched, piercing scream burst out of her throat, piercing the silence of the night......

The courtyard that had been silent suddenly became noisy.

Mrs. Wang was disheveled, and she didn't have time to put on her shoes, and she ran to the courtyard of her eldest daughter like crazy with her bare feet, and stumbled into the house.

After looking at her daughter lying on the bed, Mrs. Wang's eyes were as if they were stained with blood, scarlet, her mouth opened slightly, and she let out a sharp cry of pain: "Son! ”

Mrs. Wang threw herself at her daughter on the bed.

Wang Ruofu's face was pale, because she died by hanging, although the maid had already cleaned her up, her appearance still looked very mad.

Mrs. Wang trembled, her fingers gently touching her daughter's cheek, tears blurring her vision. Madame Wang trembled, her lips trembled continuously, and she called softly: "Ruofu, wake up, wake up!" Don't scare your mother, don't scare your mother. Good daughter, open your eyes and look at me......"

However, no matter how Mrs. Wang called, the person on the bed never even reacted.

Mrs. Wang bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, and suddenly tasted a salty taste in her throat, she shook her daughter on the bed violently, and cried bitterly: "Ruofu! You get up! You get up for me! Why can't you think about it! Why do you call me a white-haired person to send a black-haired person! Jover, you have tormented me! It hurts me! ”

"Madame, Jofer...... What happened to her...... "Wang Fan hurried from the study. Because he had official business to deal with, he was originally going to rest in the study directly tonight.

Hearing that the eldest daughter had an accident, Wang Fan's robe didn't have time to wear, so he ran all the way, and ran out of a hot sweat in the cool night breeze.

Mrs. Wang's cry suddenly stopped, and she slowly let go of the arms holding her daughter, and straightened up stiffly.

Looking at her frightened husband who didn't know that her eldest daughter was gone and looked dazed, Mrs. Wang's godless eyes instantly lit up with a glimmer of light, which was more like hatred!

Mrs. Wang pounced on Wang Fan, beating her husband desperately, and she broke down and yelled: "You return my daughter!" You give back my daughter! ”

"Yuan Niang, what are you crazy about!" Wang Fan hurriedly held down and beat his wife as if he was an enemy, and reprimanded in a deep voice.

His vision was not obstructed by Mrs. Wang, and he suddenly saw the figure lying on the bed clearly.

The curtain on the bed hung slightly, the eldest daughter lay flat on the bed, covered with a red brocade quilt embroidered by a phoenix wearing a peony, one end of the quilt was on her chest, and her two arms were flat on both sides, as if she was sleeping deeply. The wife made such a big noise and didn't wake up the eldest daughter.

Wang Fan's gaze gradually went up, but the eldest daughter's face was blocked by the hanging gauze tent. At this moment, a gust of wind poured in from the open door, blowing a corner of the soft curtain, and the eldest daughter's face was instantly revealed. Wang Fan's eyes suddenly turned into copper bells, and the corners of his narrow eyes almost cracked.

The arm that controlled his wife immediately lost its strength, and Wang Fan's body went weak and fell to the ground.

"If, if you are over!" Wang Fan shouted hissed.

The man's voice was filled with disbelief in pain. The dry, piercing voice was like the rough sand of the desert, hot from a scorching sun, constantly grinding against the heart.