Hearing these again, she smiled faintly, what does this have to do with her now?

She recuperated for half a year, and no one came to visit her in these six months, not even her family sent anyone to see her.

She had already looked down on all this in her previous life, otherwise she wouldn't know how sad it would be.

Now that her injuries have recovered, even the burns on her face slowly don't know what elixir the imperial doctor used to make her recover as before, in fact, the burns are not so serious at all, but the skin looks a little terrifying.

In addition to bringing them some very poor food every day, Donggong doesn't care about any of their expenses, in a word, as long as they don't starve to death.

Slowly found his own dowry, made up for the silver of these little maids in the past six months, and gave them an extra hundred taels of silver each, as a thank you for their inseparability in these two lives.

Open another wooden box, take out a pile of rice paper inside, find four of them, give them to the four little maids, and say: "It is impossible for a person to be a maid for a lifetime, you can get back your deed of sale, you can use the silver to do some small business, and you will be free in the future." ”

Following her will only affect these innocent little maids, they are still so young, they should not put their bodies on her.

"The crown princess." The four little maids looked at them in surprise, happy that she could speak, and surprised that she wanted to drive them away.

"Is it because we don't take good care of it?" The four little maids looked at Xu with self-reproachful faces, they had worked very hard.

Slowly shook her head, it was not that they didn't take good care of them, but they took care of them too well, so she wanted to let them go, "There is no way out with me, leaving is the most correct choice." ”

The next thing she has to do is to walk the road that will affect the people around her if she is not careful, she has a poor character and can't see people turning around.

After some persuasion, the four little maids finally packed up their bags and left with their deed of sale, and for them, Slow was their great benefactor.

Not only did they let them redeem their deeds of sale for free, they were no longer slaves or slaves, and no one gave them so much more silver, which they couldn't earn in their lifetime.

The last four little maids also left, and the Yinxue Courtyard became quieter, slowly standing in the middle of the courtyard and looking at the plum blossom that had not bloomed for a long time, and suddenly snowflakes floated in the sky, falling on the body, and melted in an instant.

Slowly open your hand to catch the falling snowflakes, but it is only a flash in the pan, and the beautiful things in this world are just a flash in the pan.

This night, Mo Yuheng was so drunk that he suddenly appeared in Yinxue Courtyard, and slowly saw Mo Yuheng stunned for a moment, this was the first time they had been married for half a year, except that they had seen Mo Yuheng once on the day they got married.

He looked at her colder, the person also lost weight, and his chin was like a knife, it seemed that Zhao Zhao's death hit him hard.

Slowly regarded Mo Yuheng as transparent, and continued to do her own thing as if she didn't see it, and now she has no feelings for Mo Yuheng anymore.

Mo Yuheng stumbled over and sat on the simple and thin bed, and said drunkly: "Come on, change clothes." ”

Slowly ignored him, if she could, she really wanted to throw him out of Yinxue Courtyard, but she knew that she didn't have that ability, so she chose to be silent or silent.

"What about people? Are they all dead? Mo Yuheng roared again, shaking his eardrums painfully.

Slowly turned his head and glanced at Mo Yuheng indifferently, hiding the hatred in his eyes, and said sarcastically: "Your Highness made a mistake, right?" I don't have anyone you want here. ”

She is the only one here, let her go and change clothes with Mo Yuheng, it is better to give her a knife, and it is more practical to stick a knife directly into his chest.

Mo Yuheng half-squinted his eyes, looked at the slow dangerously, stood up and staggered to the side of the slow.

"What are you going to do?" Slowly frowned slightly, looking at Mo Yuheng vigilantly, there was a possibility of escaping at any time.

Mo Yuheng didn't wait for a slow movement, grabbed her hand, and sneered: "What are you talking about?" This East Palace belongs to the prince, you are the crown princess of the prince, what do you say you want to do? ”

After speaking, Mo Yuheng pulled hard, slowly pulled up from the dwarf, and hit his knee on the leg of the Nanmu round table, so painful that tears rolled in his eyes.

Slowly didn't react, only felt that the sky was spinning, fell on the bed, and landed on the hard bed board, and before he could get up, Mo Yuheng had already stepped up.

"Then if you want to marry this prince, shouldn't you fulfill the obligations of the crown princess?" Mo Yuheng's sharp eyes looked at the slow, and after speaking, he stretched out his big hand, untied the skirt belt around his waist, and buried his head in her plump chest.

Slowly frightened, his face turned pale, his hands slammed Mo Yuheng's chest, and his mouth yelled: "Mo Yuheng, you let go of me, you bird/beast." ”

Mo Yuheng's whole body was as hot as fire, and the thing on his slow lower abdomen was as hard as iron.

Slowly not a little girl, she knew what it meant, but she didn't want to, a kind of fear arose, and slowly his long fingers sank into Mo Yuheng's flesh, but he still refused to let her go.

"Mo Yuheng, you have Song Yuan, you can go to them!" Slowly still struggling, she only hoped that Mo Yuheng could regain a trace of his senses, he hated her, how could he touch her.

"You are my crown princess." Mo Yuheng bit harder, grabbed her slow hands and fixed them on top of her head, preventing her from moving.

He didn't care what Baolin Songyuan was, he just wanted to disgust her, he just wanted her to watch how he pampered the people around her but didn't want to touch her.

But she didn't care at all, he knew about her, she would at least run to him and make a fuss, but none of this.

So he understood that to disgust her was not to shoot at the people around her, but to touch her.

Mo Yuheng stretched out his slowly slender legs and stepped in, the pain in his heart spread throughout his body, and tears flowed out of his eyes in despair.

"Didn't you go to such great lengths to get rid of Zhao'er just for this day?" Mo Yuheng's words came low and hoarse into Ziyin's ears.

He hates it so much, Zhao'er is the only person who is really good to him, he really loves Zhao'er, but why do they have to be so ruthless to Zhao'er, the blood of the noon gate, but the heavy rain for three days and three nights has not washed it away!

He would dream every night that his Zhao'er would cry and tell him that she was in pain.

He also hurts.

His father obviously didn't like him, so he also made him the prince and asked him to help Seventh Brother remove all obstacles that might hinder his accession to the throne.

Who said that being the prince is the future emperor?

In the past 10 million years, how many princes have died before they ascended the throne? How many princes are used to shield the arrows?

He has nothing, he only has Zhao'er left, but why do they even have to take Zhao'er away from him, whoever wants this prince to take it, he only needs Zhao'er, he only wants his Zhao'er.