Refusal to return with relatives (21)

Refusal to return with relatives (21)

Gong Changjue pulled away Gong Yuanling's hand on the carriage window, and instead held it,

"Yuan Ling, it's not a question of whether I go or not."

"Don't you see your uncle and mother not stopping you?"

"I'm not going to die, I'll judge the situation without accidents, I'm going, just to understand the situation."

Gong Changjue let go of Gong Yuanling's hand, combed Yan and sat in the car, looking at this scene, he only felt unbearable, and turned his face sideways.

The coachman immediately rode his horse, and the carriage set off suddenly, and Gong Yuanling was anxious, wearing thin clothes and chasing after him, but he couldn't catch up with the carriage. But he kept looking in the direction of the carriage.

Comb sighed secretly, she didn't want Miss to go, but Miss also said the same, what Miss wants to do, I'm afraid nothing can stop it, at that time, Miss was not allowed to go out of the house, but Miss broke her up and climbed out of the wall.

Probably only by following the young lady can she feel more at ease.

It is still carved beams and paintings, still people come and go, brocade clothes and gorgeous clothes, but I can't see the trend of decadence in the Tang Dynasty.

The officials who came and went did not gather around Yang Sheng to toast for a while, and the women came forward to greet the urn, and there was a man wearing a flower mask sitting next to the urn, and everyone knew that it must be the new male favorite of the urn.

Yu Chen didn't come early, and when the palace chief arrived, he saw Yu Chen enter the hall, with a long sleeve.

Yu Chen's gaze roamed in the hall, and finally fixed on the palace chief's face.

The palace maid beside Gong Changjue suddenly fell, dumped the tray in her hand, and sprinkled the dishes on Gong Changjue.

The palace chief jue hurriedly stood up, and the dishes slid down her group of dresses, and the palace maid kowtowed and said in a continuous voice,

"The princess spares her life, Her Royal Highness the princess spares her life!"

Combing Yan was busy wiping the stains on his clothes with a handkerchief for the palace chief, and seeing that the stains could not be wiped off at all, and the banquet was about to start again, Comb Yan was anxious for a while, and said angrily,

"How the hell did you do an errand, and you can make such a disaster in this way!"

Yu Chen looked at Gong Changjue, his head tilted to the side, wanting to see what Gong Changjue would do.

The palace maid was so frightened that the palace chief sighed,

"That's it, she didn't mean to, she is still young, it is reasonable to make mistakes, and there is no need to be so harsh."

The palace chief looked at the little palace maid and said,

"Get up."

The little palace maid pumped and matched, and the palace chief didn't say more.

Just said to the comb,

"Comb the concubine, bring spare clothes left and right, and change them with me."

Looking at it from Yu Chen's point of view, he saw that the palace chief Jue's face was not harsh, and it seemed that he only said a word or two and left with the personal maid, and the little palace maid who stayed in place hurriedly got up and cleaned up the mess all over the ground.

Yu Chen's eyes carried a deep meaning.

On the other side, next to the central position of the main hall, Su Qin stepped forward and pretended to say a few words to Weng Yu, who pretended to be surprised,

"How so?"

"It seems that this palace must be visited."

Weng Yu was about to get up in a hurry, but Yang Lu, who was sitting on the side, slammed his hand, Yang Lu's voice seemed to be poisoned, and his mouth was terrifying.

"Where are you going?"

The sleeves blocked the movements of the two, and everyone only thought that the two were flirting.

Weng Yu's hand was held tightly, she couldn't break free no matter what, Su Qin hurriedly blocked a piece of handkerchief on Wen Yu's other hand, and the handkerchief was still stained with blood.

Su Qin exclaimed,

"Oh, princess, your hand hurts!"

The imperial physician who was waiting on the side hurriedly stepped forward, and the people around him who heard this all rushed up.

Yang Lu looked at the crowd of people rushing up, was startled, and inadvertently let go of his hand and let go of the urn.

Weng Yu glanced at Yang Lu and slowly walked towards the apse surrounded by everyone.

"Your Royal Highness, are you okay?"

"Princess Wengyu, there is a top-notch plaster in my house, which will definitely leave no scars, and your majesty will send it to you immediately."

"Your Royal Highness Princess, don't worry, the Imperial Doctor will definitely be able to heal your injuries."

"What kind of dog slave is it, who is so unserious about being an errand and hurting the princess who was cut on the hand."

Weng Yu glanced back at Yang Lu, Yang Lu was anxious, but his identity was just a male pet, and above the main hall, there could be no outrageous behavior.

Wengyu lowered his head, listening to everyone's compliments and concerns, and the color in his eyes was deep.

She won't participate in a single penny, and it's no wonder what the outcome will be.

Yang Lu is just Yang Lu.

Not her second brother, not her relatives.

It's just an enemy who came to collect debts and force her to death.

Everyone surrounded the urn, and the servants around them invited everyone away in a good voice, and a few noble girls who had been following the urn and were unwilling to leave, saw the urn Yu's cold face like ice, and suddenly became afraid, and they all said goodbye repeatedly.

The palace chief changed his clothes and walked through the imperial garden, and saw a large group of people behind him.

Gong Changjue had no intention of entanglement with it, so he walked away from the side road.

But on the road next to her, she saw that Weng Yu was actually walking towards her, looking menacing.

The palace chief knew that the urn was looking for trouble, and he no longer hid, and stood still.

The urn is violent, but her eyes are fluttering, in the eyes of the palace chief, the urn is not strong on the outside.

Compared with the inexplicable confidence and arrogance of the newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers in the past, today's urn metaphor, the eyes seem to contain a lot of hesitation, and there is no sharpness and decisiveness before, and the nameless fear is hidden behind her pupils.

Obviously, there is not much difference in action and behavior, but the urn in front of him seems to be careful to prevent something from suddenly smashing on his body all the time, always shrinking his shoulders a little, and it doesn't look obvious, but in the whole person's feeling, there is a world of difference from before.

Weng Yu stepped forward with people, and the palace chief stood at the corner of the pavilion lightly, waiting for Wen Yu to come, his face was not impatient or impatient.

The urn was about to be a slap, and the palace chief grabbed her hand steadily.

Weng Yu had to stretch out his hand to fight again, but the palace chief didn't dodge, just a look, and Weng Yu suddenly trembled.

In the eyes of Weng Yu, she seems to be some kind of ghost, and she will dig out her bones and suck the marrow in the next moment. It was as if she was terribly afraid of her.

But the next moment, the urn Yu returned to its original state, waved his sleeves violently, and said sarcastically,

"A fake princess who deceives the world and steals her name, and she is embarrassed to walk in the imperial garden, she is really uneducated in the palace family, so she can give birth to an evil animal like you."

Wengyu's face was hideous, but it made Gong Changjue feel that she seemed to be trying to hide some emotions with this hideous expression.

Such a complexion is too hideous, even if it is as vicious as before, Weng Yu has never had such an expression. It was like the whole person had completely collapsed, revealing a rotting breath from the inside out.

Nothing can sprout in her eyes, just rely on her body that has no nutrients and is rotten into mud to forcibly make a superficial appearance and pretend to be a human.

Gong Changjue narrowed his eyes,

"The palace family is uneducated?"

The playful light in her eyes that flowed inadvertently was threatening and dangerous, forcing people to tremble.

The metaphor subconsciously took a step back.

Gong Changjue rolled up his sleeves, and the bright red frost flower birthmark on his arm fell into the urn's eyes.

Weng Yu screamed uncontrollably, hurriedly retreated, and slammed into the body of the palace man behind him, the palace man was defenseless for a while, and the urn Yu and the palace man fell to the ground together.

Gong Changjue looked at the frost flower birthmark on his hand, it seems that Weng Yu has been scared by Ruosu a lot these days.

Ruosu said that she often dressed up as her and walked in the palace of Wengyu, and this bloody frost flower birthmark is probably what Wengyu is most afraid of now.

Gong Changjue squatted down and looked at the urn Yu, who landed on the ground with two feet, crawling back,

"Don't come here!"

"Don't come here!"

Gong Changjue curled the corners of his mouth and smiled, and Weng Yu covered his face and shouted.

The palace people next to him were busy stepping forward to help the urn Yu up, and surrounded the palace chief.

Gong Changjue seemed to inadvertently glance at Comb, who took out a very small firework system, and the tiny firework disappeared with a bang.

And the next moment, several black-clothed people with superb martial arts suddenly appeared and opened the palace people who surrounded the palace chief.

Several palace people were unloaded and lay on the ground. are all calling.

Gong Changjue stepped forward and reached out to pinch the chin of the urn,

"When my palace family fought for the country, where was your Yang family?"

"When my palace family was on the battlefield, blocking everything with Xiqing and confronting the Huns, where were you?"

"My palace family is full of filial piety clothes, where are you when the coffin is stopped?"

Gong Changjue's black pupils stared straight at the urn metaphor, as if he wanted to stare at the urn metaphor on the wall, and he could see that the urn metaphor had no room to dodge at all, and directly faced the most extreme fear.

Weng Yu was so frightened that he was almost angry, and looked at the palace chief in a daze, and he didn't know how to hide again.

Gong Changjue suddenly smiled,

"What are you doing?"

"You're sending 10,000 people to catch kingfishers for you, and you're weaving a floor-length skirt with the most gorgeous feathers."

"You're ordering the best killers to kill me in secret, and you want your sweetheart to look at you."

Gong Changjue's hand was strong, gritted his teeth, and said word by word,

"What are you, qualified to call me an obstacle."

Gong Changjue's green tendons burst out, the blood vessels on his temples even bulged slightly, his eyes were blood-red, and his eyebrows were upside down.

"Weng Yu, you are stupid and vicious, but you don't know it, I won't sympathize with your current situation, you don't know at all, because of your stupidity, because of your badness, how many people have died in Huangquan, how many people have died in your hands."

A dark dungeon, with dried blood still flowing all over the floor.

Gong Changjue's nails sank into the face of the urn, and he pressed into the bone for three points,

"A person who has done all the bad things in the world suddenly becomes smart and walks on thin ice, and is in a difficult situation, I do not pity her, I only feel that God is too good to her, and she does not have to suffer the slightest pain that she has inflicted on others, and still enjoys the glory and wealth, and the fine clothes and food."

"Is this miserable? Urn metaphor, you probably think that what you have suffered has been terrible, but I tell you, those you have hurt, they even suffer day and night, in the previous life, in this life, and even in the next life, because of your uncontrollable viciousness and stupidity! ”

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