"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

Wan Zhen'er hugged her neck and coughed violently.

"Wan, do you have anything to say?"

Wen Jinghua kept glancing at Wan Zhen'er, hoping that she could say something soft.

Who knew that Wan Zhen'er didn't appreciate it, she tried her best to breathe, and smiled at the Queen Mother quite sarcastically, "I just know and won't tell you! Wang Zhengjun, I won't let you get your happiness if I die!"

"Smack——!

The Queen Mother slapped Wan Zhen'er in the face.

She trembled and threatened: "Wan Zhen'er, the mourning family has a way to make your life worse than death." ”

Wan Zhen'er covered her cheeks that had been missed, and her body shrank uncontrollably.

In the past, the graceful and luxurious concubine Wan Shi probably never thought that she would have such a humble day.

Although she was self-inflicted, Wen Jinghua still didn't look away, she couldn't bear to look at it again.

The Queen Mother calmed her anger and commanded the maids: "Watch over her, don't let her die!"

The sleeves of her dress swayed lightly, and the Queen Mother turned away, taking away resentment and desolation.

Wen Jinghua hesitated a few times, but did not follow.

She stayed, looked at Wan Zhen'er on the ground, slowly squatted down, and handed her a white handkerchief.

"Wipe it. ”

Wan Zhen'er's face and neck were covered with blood from the Queen Mother.

She took the handkerchief in her hand, and the snow-white fabric made her as dirty as rolling in the mud.

Wan Zhen'er stared at the handkerchief in her hand and sneered at herself, "What do I want this handkerchief for?"

Wen Jinghua couldn't help but show pity.

"The Queen Mother is an extremely generous person, if you are a little soft, she will never treat you like this..."

"I don't!"

Wan Zhen'er squeezed the handkerchief in her hand tightly, and the dirty palm left a gray black on the white handkerchief.

"I'm Wan Zhen'er! If you want me to give in, I'd rather die!"

But she suddenly let go of her breath again.

Wan Zhen'er raised her head and looked around, and muttered in a low voice: "But I can't even die..."

Wen Jinghua followed her gaze and saw that the walls and pillars of the abandoned hall were all covered with soft and tough glue paint, and there were no sharp utensils, all the curtains and sheets were removed, and there was not even a strip of cloth more than a foot long.

Wan Zhen'er couldn't kill herself if she wanted to.

This situation is very similar to that of his own death in his previous life.

Wen Jinghua retracted her gaze, her eyes lowered.

Wan Zhen'er laughed miserably, tears rolling down the corners of her eyes, "Ahhh

Wan Zhen'er's mournful laughter was like a lonely soul's sorrow, echoing in the ruined hall.

The maids could not stand it anymore, and withdrew their eyes one after another, and closed the door.

Only Wen Jinghua and Wan Zhen'er remained in the abandoned hall.

Wan Zhen'er laughed, cried, cried and laughed, and it took a long time to calm down.

She lay on the ground and curled up in a ball, "Wen Jinghua, can you help me?"

Wen Jinghua's heart trembled violently.

A tear splashed on the cold stone brick, and Wen Jinghua said calmly: "Yes." ”

Wan Zhen'er's eyes moved.

Wen Jinghua took off the beads in her hair.

She slowly bent down and placed the hairpin in front of Wan Zhen'er's face.

Wan Zhen'er was sad and happy.

Wen Jinghua turned around.

She faced the light outside the door, turned her back to Wan Zhen'er and said, "They will be in the next half an hour... Won't come in and look at you. ”

Wan Zhen'er stretched out her hand and held the hairpin in her palm.

She whispered, "Thank you..."

Wen Jinghua's expression was gloomy, and she slowly raised her feet and left.

At the moment when she was about to close the door of the temple, Wan Zhen'er suddenly stood up from the ground and shouted to Wen Jinghua: "That child's left shoulder has a red birthmark!"

Wen Jinghua raised her head in shock, but saw Wan Zhen'er depressed again, as if the previous outburst was just her hallucination.

"Thank you..." Wan Zhen'er said in a low voice, "I know you're for Min'er, I'm sorry for him..."

Wen Jinghua's eyes flashed and dimmed again.

Without saying a word, she slowly closed the door.

In the abandoned hall, Wan Zhen'er gritted her teeth and scratched her neck with her blunt hair.

The hot bright red gushed out, and Wan Zhen'er slowly lost her support and lay on the cold bluestone.

The brilliance faded in his eyes, taking away a lifetime of persistence and unwillingness.

A generation of concubines died in this way.

Wen Jinghua stayed outside the door for a long time, until the restless maids tentatively stepped forward and asked, "Eldest princess, the Wan clan hasn't moved for a long time..."

Wen Jinghua glanced at them lightly, and the maids knelt on the ground in a panic.

"The eldest princess is angry, the slave is in no way offending the eldest princess!"

"It's okay," Wen Jinghua motioned for them to get up, "Everything here, I have to explain it to the Queen Mother." If anyone asks, tell me the truth, and I'll take care of everything. ”

The maids' faces were even more frightened when they heard this, and they opened the door tremblingly to see.

"Ah——!h

"Wan is dead!"

"Wan killed himself!"

Wen Jinghua's expression was sad, and she had already walked far, far away.

Qi Yuanmin, what you are obsessed with guarding has not been able to achieve your wish after all.

The panicked palace people trotted all the way, and came to Shoukang Hall one step ahead of Wen Jinghua to report the news.

When Wen Jinghua walked in, it happened that the Queen Mother had just finished listening to the palace people's announcement.

"Smack——!

A tea cup shattered at Wen Jinghua's feet, and the Queen Mother was furious and yelled, "Kneel!"

Knowing that this will be the case.

Wen Jinghua knelt on her knees with a calm expression.

Seeing this, the palace maid silently led the palace people to retreat.

The Queen Mother trembled with anger.

She pointed at Wen Jinghua, gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, good! I spoil you and protect you, and you actually repay me like this?!

"Slut!"

The Queen Mother slapped the table hard.

Wen Jinghua frowned and quietly endured her anger.

After a long time, the Queen Mother gradually calmed down.

She sat down in her chair and cried out of consciousness: "Hua'er, I treat you well, why do you treat me like this..."

Wen Jinghua's originally calm mind was immediately prompted to tears.

Her eyes crackled and smashed on the ground, Wen Jinghua raised her head and said, "Queen Mother, it's not you who torture, but yourself!"

The Queen Mother was dumbfounded, and tears rolled down her eyes.

Wen Jinghua cried: "Queen Mother, your resentment itself does not come from the Wan family, but your husband who is faint and dizzy!

Wen Jinghua had to puncture the embarrassment that the Queen Mother had been unwilling to face.

Whether it is her or Wan Zhen'er, they are just poor people who are firmly locked in the palace.

Wen Jinghua was so miserable in her previous life, but after she was reborn, the only person she hated was Qi Yuanshen.

She has never really liquidated Wen Jingxian, because Wen Jingxian is the one who went astray.

Now, the first emperor has died.

Wen Jinghua didn't want to see that the Queen Mother was still in this illusion and couldn't get out...