The horns are delicate and elegant.

The beggar raised his head in a daze, and his eyes were a soft and charming face.

Just like it was back then.

But only the bitter taste remained.

Mrs. Yuan took out a money bag from the placket of her clothes and put it in front of the beggar, her voice as warm and soft as ever, like a spring breeze.

"You really can't stay in a place like Wangfu, take this money and go."

The beggar looked at the money bag that was thrown in front of him, his eyes were red, but he never took it.

Seeing this, the maidservant behind him snorted coldly: "Beggar, why don't you accept the silver that my wife gave you?" My wife is King Zheng's favorite woman, if you offend my wife, the prince will definitely not let you go! ”

"Little girl!" Mrs. Yuan frowned, and shouted coldly, "Not a lot of words." ”

"Madam, the slave is just for ......"

"Shut up!" Mrs. Yuan's face was unhappy, and there was anger in her eyes.

The maidservant hurriedly closed her mouth, not daring to speak any more.

Even though the lady is just the prince's concubine, the prince has always doted on her, otherwise he would not have ordered people to call her Mrs.

Even if the lady is raised to the palace, it is a matter of time.

Therefore, in this palace, no one dares to offend Mrs. Yuan! Her words can make the prince kill all those who do not obey orders for her.

The maidservant's words made the beggar's body freeze, and his whole body was cold, and after a long time, he bent down and picked up the money bag on the ground, and his voice was a little choked: "Thank you, madam......"

Mrs. Yuan sighed lightly and shook her head with a wry smile.

Since the You family was wiped out that year, Yelang has also died without a corpse, and she has never been soft on anyone.

In her life, there is only revenge left!

In order to take revenge, she can extinguish her conscience and destroy everyone in the palace!

But only after seeing this lonely and helpless beggar, her heart still softened.

But that's all she can help.

Mrs. Yuan turned around, and without looking at the beggar again, passed in front of her.

The corners of the skirt, tattooed with tiny petals, floated in front of his eyes and disappeared under the breeze, leaving only a fragrant breeze.

The beggar's hand covered his eyes, tears flowed down his fingers, and he lay on the ground silently crying, obviously tears flowing, but he could not make a sound of grief.

No matter how warm the sun is, it can't warm his heart.

There is a goodbye, it is better not to see each other again.

Five years ago, he escaped death, cultivated for five years, and returned to Tianyue Country again, just to take revenge.

He is like a demon crawling out of hell, and he has no other thoughts than revenge!

But the woman he once loved the most became the woman he hated.

How ridiculous is that?

Hahaha!

He laughed in his heart, but his tears flowed more and more, as if he wanted to vent all the pain he had endured for many days.

……

Not far away, Mrs. Yuan didn't know why, and turned her head to look at the beggar behind her.

When she saw the beggar lying on the ground and crying bitterly, her eyebrows became tighter and tighter: "What's wrong with him?" ”

The maidservant sneered disdainfully: "It may be that I haven't seen so much silver for a long time, and I am just excited for a while, madam, this kind of person should not be ......"

Syllable!

Mrs. Yuan raised her hand and slapped the maidservant in the face.

In an instant, five finger prints appeared on the maid's cheeks.

She fell to her knees in fright, her eyes showing horror, and she kowtowed violently.