That day, she got out of bed and knelt in the direction of the tomb, crying and crying.

Realizing that this place was gradually becoming blurred, it gradually became clearer, and what appeared was a dimly lit room, with only a simple table and straw mat, and I saw a ragged woman kneeling on the straw mat, her posture was upright and luxurious, and she was looking ahead with her eyes blankly and did not know what she was thinking.

Until the unceremonious sound of pushing the door broke the peace of the room, the woman in palace clothes took a bowl of rice with a few vegetable leaves in her hand, walked over and threw it on the table, "Eat!" ”

The woman was indifferent. The palace maid glanced at her and mocked meanly, "What a queen mother, even our cold palace maids are not as good!" After saying that, seeing that the woman still didn't react, she shook her face and turned around and walked out of the house.

After the palace maid left, the woman covered her mouth and coughed violently, coughing for a long time before stopping. She looked at the food on the table, reached out to pick up the bowl, and finally habitually grabbed it with her hand and stuffed it into her mouth after looking at it for a long time, she can't die yet, she wants to live, she wants to tell Xu Rong that she is innocent, she has never done anything to hurt the prince.

Before the rice could be stuffed in a few bites, the door was opened again, and the splendid clothes reflected the dazzling light, she couldn't help but squint, and when she saw the comer, she lowered her head and continued to pick up the rice in the bowl.

The woman walked in as she was accustomed to, and the skirt behind her swayed to the ground, as if to brighten up the whole house. She swept her gaze to the person kneeling at the table and concentrating on eating, and smiled charmingly, "I have good news for you, do you want to hear it." ”

She didn't pay attention to the woman, the woman waved her hand, and the palace maid on the side had already taken out a fine chair and put it down, she continued to smile after she sat down, "Yesterday, your good maid was promoted from a talented person to Jieyu," her tone changed and became sharp, "The people around you are really good means, but your maid didn't think to defend you in front of San Lang, it seems that you are a bad person who lives in a broken house." ”

Speaking of this, the woman looked at the two palace maids beside her, and the two of them walked over and held her down, she was used to not struggling like this, she had tried to struggle before, but it would hurt more, and the woman in front of her would be even more crazy to let the palace maid abuse her.

Before insulting her, the woman stood up and looked at her condescendingly, her smile hidden with contempt and something indistinct, "I'll tell you something, you're definitely interested." ”

"Do you know how your father died, this is what I only learned not long ago, the evidence of your father's guilt is that San Lang secretly instructed his close ministers to do it, the purpose is to put him to death." She took out a silk handkerchief and pressed the corner of her eye, "Speaking of which, I really can't bear it, after all, I am also my uncle and aunt who have been with this palace for decades." ”

She finally had a reaction and said softly, "You lied to me." ”

The woman scraped her face with her nails, and her smile fell, "Did I lie to you, you know it yourself!" ”

She tried to get up, but she was held down and couldn't move, so she yelled, "You lied to me! Then he muttered to himself, "He can't have done that to me, he said it, he said it......"

What did he say, he seemed to have promised nothing, but once said to her, "Zhaoxi, I will treat you well." He said he liked her to call him by his name, Xu Rong...... Xu Rong!

Xu Rong, this is what you call treating me well!! She coughed violently, and she couldn't stop coughing until she coughed up blood, and she kept coughing desperately, as if she wanted to cough up everything about him, father, mother, sister...... She hates it, hates it!

The murder of the child, the betrayal of the handmaid and the person in front of him, are no match for the hatred of the moment. She looked out at the sky, her eyes red as the blood-like sun.