"Slut...... Slut! What have you done to me? ”

Seeing the Ninety-Five Venerable's expression twisted and writhing painfully under his feet, a strange pleasure spread wantonly in Lan Zhirong's mind. Bowing slightly and teasing the manic but powerless Emperor Dayuan with a silk handkerchief, Lan Zhirong smiled sharply and rampantly: "When did this palace do anything to the emperor?" For so long, isn't the person who has the power to do things the emperor you? The emperor must have thought that he was very charming when he lingered on the couch, right? It's a pity, to be honest, every time I am touched and touched by you, it makes me sick and makes me want to cut you with a thousand knives! ”

The laughter suddenly turned into a piercing scream, echoing in the deserted hall for a long time.

So crazy, so poignant, is this the limit of hatred? A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Zhao's forehead, and he quietly looked at the small pavilion at the door looking inward, and the two glanced at each other, exchanging helplessness and panic and staggered their gazes; Aiming at Yan Xiang, who was already a nobleman, Zhao Gonggong was not surprised to see that a cruel smile similar to Lan Zhirong appeared on his green face.

Their hatred is the same, they all accumulate bit by bit every night when they are under the Son of Heaven, and they are more deeply imprinted at every moment of forced laughter and flattery, and once they explode, they are terrible demons and crazy Shura, and it is difficult to solve the hatred in their hearts if they don't tear apart the man they hate.

Aren't all injustices self-inflicted? Gonggong Zhao lowered his head and sighed silently, no longer looking at Wen Jingyuan's struggling expression.

After seeing enough and feeling comfortable, Yan Xiang reached out to support Lan Zhirong: "Niangniang, don't be angry, vent your anger in your heart, it's a big deal to reward him with a punishment, so that this dog emperor can also taste the suffering and sin of the minions." ”

"Yes, if you make a mistake, you should be punished, and the Son of Heaven is no exception." The anger dissipated slightly, Lan Zhirong slowly calmed down her emotions, and raised her jaw with a sneer, "The emperor has a big temperament, and on weekdays, the servants will be punished for a little negligence, and they are often not allowed to eat for three or five days." In this case, today the emperor will also taste the taste of hunger - small pavilion, go and bring the soup I just made in the dining room, and put it on the table for the emperor to watch, if you can't eat it, it will be easy to relieve your hunger. ”

The word soup fell into Wen Jingyuan, and the five internal organs, limbs and hundreds of bones immediately came with a wonderful feeling. It felt numb, as if there was an impulse to roar, more painful than hunger, more unbearable than thirst, as if he would lose his life if he could not eat the bowl of soup, crawling with insects and ants until he died. And when Xiao Tingzi really came back with the soup and put it on the table, Wen Jingyuan was almost crazy, he couldn't control his urge to pounce at all, and almost wanted to abandon his anger and dignity together.

Wen Jingyuan, who was hovering in pain, made Lan Zhirong feel comfortable, turned around and sat on the dragon couch, the thin neck porcelain bottle with the length of his little finger turned upside down in his palm.

"The emperor always praises the food cooked in the palace for being delicious, which is natural. Ever since I met Wen Han, I have been working hard to learn how to cook, and I have always kept in mind the pastries he likes, the greens he likes, and the flavors he likes, and I have worked hard to make every dish. The eyes were slightly sluggish, and the cold smile suddenly revealed a little tenderness, a little reminiscence. Lan Zhirong gently kissed the porcelain vase, and looked at the light smoke of the incense burner: "My sister told me that if you want to tie a man's heart, you have to tie his stomach first, so I spent most of my energy on food, but unfortunately in the end, he still abandoned me to marry that slut...... They are all liars, whether it is my sister or him, everyone is a liar. ”

Wen Jingyuan was tortured half to death by strange and painful feelings, his brain was like a heavy bell roaring, there was no way to listen carefully to Lan Zhirong's words, who was Wen Han, and who was Lan Zhirong's sister, he felt that there was no need to ask at all; And Yan Xiang, Zhao Gonggong, and Xiao Tingzi on the side were awake, and they still couldn't understand the strange chatter.

Who is Wen Han? Who is responsible for the noble Yun Guifei? And who made her so desperate and took everyone for a despicable liar?

The three of them didn't dare to ask these words.

After a period of inexplicable complaints, Lan Zhirong regained her composure from her state of excitement, pulled out the cork of the porcelain bottle, and poured a pinch of powder into the boiling hot soup.

"Isn't the emperor in pain? Do you really want to drink the soup made by Hongu? Picking up the soup and putting it in front of Wen Jingyuan, Lan Zhirong smiled coldly, "Lian Song said that no matter how delicious the dish is, it can't keep people's hearts, so he gave me such a thing, as long as there is this miracle medicine, even the most unpalatable dishes will make people linger and want to die." Whether it's someone who loves me or someone who doesn't love me, it's not a joke to abandon your dignity as a cow or a horse in order to eat a bite of the food I cooked—Your Majesty, smell it, isn't this soup fragrant? If you don't take a sip, is it better to live than to die? ”

A painful whine tossed and turned between Wen Jingyuan's lips and teeth, his blackened and blurred vision swept over the soup, and he could vaguely see long disgusting meat worms and severed fingers floating in the viscous soup, and his nose was also full of fishy and disgusting smell.

Even so, the body that seemed to be gnawed by ten thousand insects still couldn't suppress the impulse and desperately moved towards the soup.

"Poppy." Smeared with the most vivid red lip flap, the unfamiliar name slowly spit out from Lan Zhirong's mouth, lined with the eyes that were as cold as the water of the cold pool, cold and ruthless, "A magical plant that is so beautiful that it will make people slowly poisoned, and die in the intertwining of dreams and pain." Your Majesty, you see, can this palace still be lined with this flower and this poison? ”

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"Look, this is a flower planted by the Prime Minister himself, and when it blooms, it is red and big, and it is more beautiful than the blooming moon flowers!"

The little eunuch who was in charge of serving the flowers and plants in the palace was full of smiles, squatting in front of a large field of flowers and plants chattering and introducing, and from time to time he looked back at the depressed woman behind him. The flowers had not yet bloomed, but because they were planted in a warm flower house, they did not dry up and freeze to death in winter, and compared to the woman's haggard and pale face, they were a little more alive and spiritual.

Coaxed left and right, but didn't see the woman smiling, and the little eunuch couldn't help crying: "Concubine Juanniang, you should be a poor and pitiful slave, don't talk with a cold face, okay?" The Prime Minister said, if the slave can't coax the mother today, he will reward the slave with twenty boards, you see what the slave's bones are brittle into, how can you hold twenty boards! Mother, you can do it, pity the poor slave! ”

"I pity you, who will pity me?" Mu Ran's eyes finally moved, and Concubine Silk sighed mournfully, her soft voice was as thin as spring rain, "If you go and reply to the prime minister, just say that I laughed, if he comes to ask me, I will naturally speak for you." ”

Although Concubine Juan is a person who likes to be disease-free, she is very kind to her subordinates, and the little eunuch immediately smiled when she heard her say this, knelt down and kowtowed three times in a row and hurriedly ran away, and even forgot that she should send the lone Concubine Juan back to the Leadhua Palace first.

A few dead branches broke softly, and the silk concubine turned around in fright, only to see the white figure that couldn't be avoided reappeared, and handed a branch of plum to her through the treetops.

"Don't like flowers?"

The silk concubine didn't answer, and Hua Rong staggered back a few steps, and could hide by the garden wall.

Lian Song didn't mind Concubine Juan's panic, threw Lamei into the snowdrift casually, approached the wall and stretched out one hand with a humble and polite manner: "Niangniang is also lonely alone, you might as well accompany Weichen for a walk, this poppy is nothing to look at, there are things to look at, and Weichen has to take Niangniang to see it in person." ”

Concubine Juan hated Lian Song but didn't dare to resist, she was forced to nod helplessly, but she still avoided Lian Song from a distance and refused to approach.

The Imperial Garden is one of the main places for the concubines to pass the boring time, and the entire Imperial Garden is divided into six small gardens, and even Song took the silk concubine to the Yuxiang Garden in the southeast corner. Unlike several other gardens, Yuxiang Garden is not full of flowers and trees but animals, and the whole yard is a large conservatory, where you can see living creatures all year round, and in the middle of winter, birds and fish are the most. Concubine Juan didn't understand the purpose of Lian Song bringing her here, and when she saw Lian Song waving her hand and retreating from the guards of Yuxiangyuan, she couldn't help but panic in her heart.

She was afraid, afraid that the nightmare of losing her virginity that night would repeat itself.

"Yuxiangyuan is relatively warm, and Niangniang is frail and sick, and it is most suitable for recuperation here." Lian Song turned a blind eye to Concubine Juan's frightened expression, took a handful of grain and fed the pigeons by himself, "In the past, the second prince often came here, and I heard that more than half of these birds and beasts were raised by him, so I think Niangniang should like it very much, right?" A gentle and humble person like the second prince can always teach many women to fall in love. ”

The silk concubine lost her mind, and even forgot her fear for a moment, and all she had in her mind was Wen Moshu's gentle figure and smile.

has been in the palace for so many years, if it weren't for Wen Moshu's support and smile in the past, she might have lost the motivation to live and chose to commit suicide, and because she learned that the person she was in love with was actually the second prince and he already belonged to her, she would lose her soul and wash her face with tears all day long, and finally lost her vigilance and was taken away by the wicked.

Wen Moshu, is it her blessing or her bad luck?

"When the emperor specified that the second prince would be sent to the north to take command, the second prince seemed to be very ill. I heard that Chu Ci later used his connections to invite Yan Liwu to go to the Demon Mountain to get medicine for the second prince, and after taking the medicine, he asked the prince of Dingyuan and Yan Liwu to send it to the border military camp together, but I don't know what the condition is now. Lian Song seemed to be casually talking about Wen Moshu's recent situation.

Concubine Juan covered her heart, and there was a little sadness in her eyes: "Isn't that good?" The second prince likes to talk about the doctor, and he must be in a good mood to see her every day, right? ”

"I'm afraid not." Lian Song turned his head, the smile on the corner of his lips was slightly cold, "Being able to meet Yan Liwu may be able to relieve the pain of lovesickness for the second prince, but if the prince of Dingyuan kisses me and me on the side, how do you think that the second prince will not be happy, right?" After all, it was the woman he liked, who disobeyed the holy order for her and worked tirelessly for her, but ended up being abandoned and making wedding clothes for others...... If you say that the most pitiful person is really the second prince! ”

A burst of heartache struck, and Concubine Juan's face was as white as paper: "Doctor Yan and the prince of Dingyuan? Are they really together? No wonder...... No wonder the second prince has been depressed...... It's only been a few months, and he's actually said that the doctor is so sick that it's always the infatuated person who gets hurt......"

"Because the infatuated lover is the most pathetic, even if he knows that he is being used, he still wants to pay without asking for anything in return - the second prince is like this, isn't it the same with Niangniang?"

"I didn't, I wasn't used, the second prince didn't even want to pay attention to me......" A small sob, mixed with trembling, slowly dispersed from Concubine Juan's weak body.

Lian Song looked up at the birds on the beams of the room that were chirping non-stop, and his light-colored eyes were as calm as water: "Is there really nothing?" Didn't the second prince tell Niangniang not to blame Yan Liwu, didn't Niang Niang restrain his jealousy and pretend to be peaceful and talk to Yan Liwu? If it weren't for the second prince, would the mother still not be hateful and worried? Weichen's meaning, Niangniang should understand it better than anyone else. ”

The sobs grew quieter and quieter until they were silent.

The bits and pieces between Wen Moshu and Wen Moshu, how could Concubine Juan forget the slightest?

When I was crazy, I asked my subordinates to send letters to Wen Moshu one by one, in exchange for what? Alienation, avoidance, and an unintentional apology to calm the turmoil...... In addition, Wen Moshu said to her the most, don't blame the worries.

"Mo Shu...... So is he? What about Doctor Yan, is she also using Mo Shu? Suddenly looking up, the silk concubine was dazed with tears and didn't know who to ask, but a strange feeling slowly rose in her heart.

If there were no worries, maybe she and Wen Moshu would not be so miserable.