He cup after cup. Others only thought that he was the marriage of the Happy Prince, but he was so lonely inside. It was the first time he had seriously thought about his situation and the horror of the palace.
In a trance, he thought of the secluded mountain village and the peaceful life at the foot of Beiwudang. Although it was so short, he often remembered it and missed it even more. This was his first time living such a life, he thought, maybe
That will be the last time, and from now on, only nostalgia will remain!
At night, a lonely lamp.
In the quiet room, Fangfei sat cross-legged in the corner. It was very deserted outside, and almost everyone ran out to watch the prince's wedding. The deafening sound of firecrackers, the voice of thanks for their gratitude, the voice of envious discussion... It sounded in her ears, she
But it seems that nothing can be heard.
These days, she was locked in this room, which was the other courtyard of Lizheng Hall. She couldn't contact anyone, and even the palace maids just put meals at the door every meal.
She was like a complete prisoner, the house was empty, removing any gorgeous decoration, removing all luxury, and not even a fire. Even prisoners were not as good as prisoners, because she had never waited for her to be tried by the public
.Not even a trial.
She had no idea what was going on outside, and she didn't dare to imagine her ending.
She was waiting for the moment of execution: to be burned to death, hanged to death? Or some other way of death? Luo Jia did not dare to make a statement and would not choose to openly execute herself. So, the only thing is to secretly give her death?
Poisonous wine, three-foot white silk or scissors?
She leaned against the wall, and felt as if her heart was ashamed. Because of the joys, she felt that death was actually not that terrible.
She still held the chestnut in her arms, close to her heart. Everything was cold, but this one was shockingly hot. She couldn't stand it, so she could only reach out and put it on the palm of her hand. She felt like she was asleep in a daze,
She was having a very distant dream. She didn't know whether it was joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. Then, she suddenly opened her eyes.
A sensation of alcohol, a stumble figure.
He closed the door heavily, and then stood there and looked at her.
Is this going to kill myself? Everything is coming to an end?