In a small pavilion not far away, Wen Liangren was wearing an exquisite light blue chest-length skirt, holding an embroidered fan and fanning it slowly. Looking at the laughter and laughter, there was a hint of resentment between his eyebrows.
She raised her hand to pick off a green stalk and ate it, then glanced at Wen Ruyu who was pouring tea beside her. In recent days, the spring breeze was blowing on his face, his eyes were always full of smiles, and he was in a very unhappy mood.
She couldn't help but snorted softly and said: "Concubine Huang is favored, and I have lost favor. Are you so happy?"
Wen Ruyu's smile did not fade and she said: "Sister, didn't Weiwei become the prime minister? Now she is the emperor's favorite, what do you have to worry about?"
Wen Liangren snorted in dissatisfaction and said: "Weiweiweiwei, you changed your words very smoothly. You are called so dear. With her, you don't even care about me as your biological sister."
"How dare you..." Wen Ruyu pushed the tea in front of her and said, "Sister, although you are not happy in the harem now, we are in a good situation. You don't act like a harem every day. The emperor also has something with you.
How can I give up on you after years of kindness?"
Wen Liangren sighed softly and said: "That's all, I won't argue with you." She took out a small jade bottle from her sleeve and said, "I will never see the emperor. If Weiwei is so favored,
From now on, this job will be left to her."
Wen Ruyu took the small jade bottle and said, "Yes."
Seeing Wen Ruyu still smiling heartlessly, Wen Liangren suddenly became furious and said: "This heartless brother, my sister's love for you is really in vain!"
"Sister, don't be angry. Do you like the jewelry I bought for you yesterday?" Wen Ruyu took out a brocade box from her arms and put it on the table in front of her.
Wen Liangren opened the brocade box and looked at the beautiful hosta, and then he calmed down with a little satisfaction.
Another place.
Chu Jingmao became conscious in a daze, his eyes were covered with cloth, and even his ears were completely covered.
He heard some noise around him, but it was not very real. His hands and feet were tied with hemp ropes. The smell of blood hit his nostrils, and a cold breath slowly approached him.
He didn't know where he was now. He only vaguely remembered that when he went out this morning, he was hit hard on the back of his head and fainted. His head is still hurting now.
"Hiss..." He took a deep breath of pain, then frowned and said, "Who?! Who is plotting against me?"
The cloth covering his eyes was taken off by the person behind him, and his vision and hearing became clearer. The surroundings were dark and damp, and there was the sound of dripping water, as if he was in a dungeon.
There is a huge white cloth in front of you. Through the faint light from the window, you can vaguely see the crawling and squirming people on the ground. The stinky smell of blood is coming from here.
Suddenly, the white cloth was pulled off by someone on the side, and Chu Jingmao was shocked. The group of people in front of him were the same people he bribed to spread rumors about Chu Jiaoli.
At this moment, everyone had already lived up to yesterday's pride, their faces were as white as paper, their mouths were not closed, and dazzling blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, dripping on their clothes, and smeared on the ground. If you look closely at the mouth, you will see that it is already bloody.
The tongue was cut out, which was extremely horrifying.
With just one glance, Chu Jingmao was so frightened that he went weak, screamed, and almost fainted.
Those people looked horrified, with tears and blood mixed in. They kept banging their heads in his direction, sobbing and not knowing what they were saying, but they must be begging for mercy.
His body was kicked violently again, and Chu Jingmao threw himself in front of a distinguished throne. The person sitting on the throne wore a pair of black boots with gold rims, and his aura was so suppressed that he couldn't breathe.
He only glanced up secretly and saw Beigong Tengxiao, who was wearing a red python robe, and kowtowed to him: "Your Highness the Crown Prince! Your Highness the Crown Prince, spare your life! Spare your life!"
Beigong Tengxiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and just raised his hand slightly. Jingyue, who was behind Chu Jingmao, untied the hemp rope that bound his hands and feet.
Chu Jingmao even knelt down devoutly and kept kowtowing to spare his life: "Your Highness, the Crown Prince, have mercy on you! Your Highness, the Crown Prince, have mercy on your life!"
"Get up." Beigong Tengxiao's voice was cold.
Chu Jingmao kowtowed for a moment, seeming a little confused. Did Beigong Tengxiao not intend to do anything to him?
When he was hesitating, Jingyue kicked him impatiently and said, "His Highness asked you to get up, didn't you hear?"
This kick nearly broke his waist. He gritted his teeth in pain and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes..."
As soon as he stood up, he received a sap from Jing Yue behind him. His knees felt like exploding pain, and he knelt down again. He couldn't help but scream in pain.
Two attendants lifted up his upper body, and Jing Ling pinched his face, forcing him to look at Beigong Tengxiao, while the stick behind him became more cruel every time, making him scream in pain. p>
Jing Ling's fierce voice sounded, saying: "Look clearly! Look who you offended!"
"Yes! Yes! The common people deserve to die, and they should not offend His Highness! The common people would never dare to do it again! Never again would they dare! Please spare your life, Your Highness!"
"Chu Jingmao, who do you think you are?" Beigong Tengxiao's ruthless voice sounded, chilling to his bones and making him shudder.
"The common people are dogs! The common people are beasts! The common people are not human beings!" Chu Jingmao's eyes gradually became desperate and he was deeply regretful. He thought that because he was Chu Jiaoli's biological father, no one dared to do anything to him.
, but I never thought of falling into such a desperate situation, where the sky and the sky are not responding, and the earth and the earth are not working.
"Bang!" The wooden stick broke, and his left leg bone also cracked.
"Ah!!!!" Chu Jingmao shouted, in unbearable pain, and the sweat on his face was as big as a soybean.
Beigong Tengxiao raised his leg and kicked him hard in the chest. He fell back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Beigong Tengxiao snorted coldly and said: "Today, I will kill you and spare your life, all for the sake of the Crown Princess."
He stood up, walked slowly in front of him, raised his foot and pressed his head hard, saying: "Remember, who crippled your leg."
"It's His Highness...it's...ahem...the lesson given by His Highness."
Beigong Tengxiao crushed his old face, looked at him arrogantly, and said: "Remember, who are you alive because of?"
"Common people... remember the great kindness of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess..." Chu Jingmao said in a hoarse voice.
After saying that, Beigong Tengxiao relaxed his feet with satisfaction, stood with his hands behind his back, and said coldly: "Throw them all out to me."
"Yes." The guard accepted the order, and unkindly picked up Chu Jingmao and those common people, and dragged them away.
After everyone dispersed, Jingyue said to Beigong Tengxiao with some hesitation: "Your Highness, that kick just now..."
Beigong Tengxiao played with Chu Jiaoli's newly embroidered purse in his hand and said: "Half a year."
Jingyue was stunned for a moment and said: "So His Highness still wants to kill him."
