The first thousand one hundred and twenty first chapters cause a fire
Her pair of tired eyes reflected a fiery red, and sparks instantly appeared.
He quickly got off the bed, tore off all the festive red silk hydrangeas, stickers, red candles and the like, and burned them all.
But since she had no container and was so angry, she naturally started a fire and almost burned herself to death.
In a panic, Zhao Changyuan, who was still wearing pajamas, rushed in and poured a basin of cold water on her who was burning.
Afterwards, without even looking at her drowned self, he directly left her to his servants.
After a short period of fright, although luckily he was not injured, he kept sneezing. Looking at the wooden door that could not be opened, Gong Yueyue was lying on the couch helplessly. The more he thought about it, the more pitiful he felt.
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She knew that Zhao Changyuan didn't love her at all, he didn't even like her, but why, she had done something wrong, why did he treat her like this?
Could it be because he took a fancy to her talent?
She thought for a long time before coming to this conclusion.
Is it really not that she is narcissistic, but judging from the current situation, it seems that this is the only possibility?
Out of anger, he buried his head in the quilt, feeling the pain of suffocation.
Regardless of whether this is the reason or not, the bloody lesson has taught her that she should never rely on anyone easily again!
On the couch, she softly murmured the answer from her heart. Perhaps the movement was too small and no one outside the room responded. Feeling that her body was getting cold for some reason, she hurriedly got off the bed, or she heard someone inside the room.
At the sound of footsteps, the figure immediately squatted down and disappeared without a trace. This reaction made Gong Yueyue even more sure that Nineteenth must be outside.
"Nineteen, is it nineteen? Nineteen...I know it's you, please help me, please let me go?" She just woke up from her dream and her voice was a little weak. As she spoke, she ran to the big building.
In front of the door, it was shaking vigorously.
After shaking the door for a long time, I heard a male voice outside: "Miss Gong, I'm sorry, I, I also want to help you, but... But Nineteen doesn't have the power..."
"Young Master is a very nice person. You won't suffer any loss if you marry him... Girl, you don't know, every time you and Xiao Zi discuss sneaking out, he has..."
Gong Yueyue knew that the chatter outside was aiding the evildoers, and could not listen to what Nineteenth said. Gong Yueyue could not help but clenched the doorframe more anxiously, and interrupted him without any reason: "Just keep the door open for the sake of past friendship."
Open it, Nineteen, please! If you don't let me out, I will die..."
As she spoke, two lines of tears that had long been gathered in her eyes fell down.
She was still about to say something, so she could only wipe the tears from her face indiscriminately.
But then I thought about it, and my movements of wiping tears froze.
If she just cried silently like this, not only would the people outside not know that she was crying, but if they thought she was still willing, how could it be better not to let her out?
She frowned and immediately began to howl.
Nineteen, who was half squatting outside the house, had long heard her trembling voice and knew that her condition was not good. He even heard her crying loudly inside and stood up anxiously and stamped her feet.
"Miss Gong, please stop crying..."
Hearing Nineteen shouting stop, Gong Yueyue, who was overjoyed, immediately stopped sobbing, as if she saw a little hope, thinking that things would eventually turn around, but her hot tears couldn't stop. The sadness and grievances she had felt over the past few days seemed to be
I want to vent it out in this way. I can't calm down and cry more and more fiercely.
But strangely, there was no sound outside the house, "Nineteen? Nineteen?" No matter how Gong Yueyue shouted or banged on the door, there was no response from outside the house, and the violently shaking door panel could not touch anything.
Only then did she realize that the heartless Shijiu had abandoned her and ran away...
Looking at the extremely thick door panel, Gong Yueyue's heart felt completely cold this time.
Having lost her strength, she slowly squatted down, leaned against the wooden door, and looked faintly at the house that had just experienced a fire yesterday.
If he had known earlier, he would have bribed Jiujiu on weekdays, otherwise he would not have treated her like this at this critical juncture...
What's even more worrying is that Xiao Zi, who is still outside, must be as doubtful about life as she is about this sudden accident...
At this helpless moment, she thought that in the entire Zhao Mansion, only Xiao Zi was willing to help her selflessly, but at this moment, she could not even see her.
Now, I'm afraid no one will come to save her again.
Do you really give up like this?
As soon as she had such a thought, hatred flashed in her eyes, and she couldn't help but grit her teeth.
It is absolutely impossible to give up. Instead of thinking about compromising, it is better to think about which way to die is more glorious. She is not willing to die quietly, so she might as well wait until that day and drag Zhao Changyuan to die together.
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Having set a goal, she seemed to have regained her motivation, staring at the wooden door with a pair of angry eyes.
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It was probably Zhao Changyuan's grandson. He expected that she would fight him desperately because of her unwillingness. In the next few days, there was no trace of him at all. Only the doors and windows were still locked, and no one came, which meant that he had not yet come.
Let yourself go.
The days passed in such a hazy way. Gong Yueyue, who had not given up her struggle, stayed in front of the door all the time, trying any way to escape. She also got inspiration from the last fire and looked at the door.
, and then looked at the object with tongues of fire in her hand. Without any hesitation, she lit the wooden door with the candle she finally got from the girl who brought her food, thinking that as long as it became vulnerable, she would be able to use it again.
Just use tea to put it out...
It's a pity that just halfway through, the smell of burning and fire spread out of the courtyard. The escape plan failed, and two inhumane walls of flesh were replaced. They were always guarding the door, watching carefully.
she.
Looking at the half-destroyed wooden door covered by two shadows, Gong Yueyue, who had only two gray marks on her face, could only endure it and wander around the house, trying to find another way.
If she was given a chance to have a good communication with Zhao Changyuan, maybe there would still be some hope, but at this moment she couldn't even see him, and she didn't know if any accidents had happened during her period of house arrest.
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This feeling of not knowing anything is really scary.
Even under such circumstances, I did not give up on myself.
Another day, she was in despair. After washing, she walked to the bed as usual. However, her eyes were so empty and absent-minded that she had no intention of noticing the rustling going on outside, so she fell down.
In this dark and quiet night, unable to feel safe, she could not sleep peacefully even though she was wrapped in a quilt. She murmured words that no one else could understand with her mouth slightly open, and she frowned in a cold sweat.
A soft click made Gong Yueyue suddenly wake up from her dream.
"who?"
"Shh——!" As soon as she finished asking, a suppressed female voice came from outside the door, signaling her to be silent. (To be continued)