Chapter Thirteen: Destroying the Portrait and Slapping the Face
In the Kunning Palace, the queen carefully looked at the girl in front of her. She was dignified and steady, with an appearance that would captivate a city. She was decent and generous, and had a smart and elegant temperament. It seemed that this was the woman who performed best in front of the emperor last time. Now she is
She came to pay homage to the queen as Shangguan Lin's daughter. Seeing the queen's satisfied look, Shangguan Lin smiled proudly, Mu Lenglie, it depends on whether you die this time. If you want to fight with me Shangguan Lin, you are still young.
Judging from the queen's expression and tone today, she is quite satisfied with her. Lin Yingyin smiled proudly, Shangguan Lin, when I marry into Prince Lie's palace, I will kick you away. I will not kill my beloved.
Where is Prince Lie! But... Lin Yingyin thought of the scene she saw in the teahouse. She was really wondering how that little bitch could be with her future husband. No matter what, there was nothing stopping me from being with the prince.
No one ends well, Mu Yi Zhi, just wait and dare to be one step ahead of me! Lin Yingyin secretly has a plan in mind. Both of them think they have the initiative in the development of the matter.
The servant said that Mu Lenglie had returned home, and Mu Yizhi ran out of the room and ran to the study happily. She knew that every time he went to court, he would go to the study for a while. Today she couldn't wait to see him, so
After her parents came back from sweeping the grave, he was obviously much better to her. Last night she had no appetite and didn't want to eat. Although he came back very late, he still personally urged his servants to cook her favorite Tremella and lotus seed soup and watched her drink it.
She went back to her room to rest. She was immersed in such warmth and felt very happy. When he went to the palace to do business, she had been thinking about him and looking forward to his coming back soon. Now when she heard that he was back, she naturally went to the palace regardless of her reserve.
Went to find him.
"Are you going to serve this to the prince?" She saw Xiaoyun in the kitchen holding a bowl of ginseng soup.
"Yes, miss, this is what the prince ordered you to drink."
"Let me take it, I'm just looking for him!" Mu Yizhi took the bowl in Xiaoyun's hand and walked towards Mu Lenglie's study.
Hey, there's no one, didn't you say you're back? Where did you go? Mu Yizhi walked into the study and called out "Mu Lenglie" twice, but no one answered. She put the bowl on his desk. Although she had been to this study before
Many times, but every time he was busy, so he had not visited it properly. She looked at the furnishings in the study, Mu Lenglie's paintings and calligraphy, and some collections. He was really a stylish person.
What is it? Mu Yizhi saw a corner of a painting peeking out from the desk. It might be okay to take a look. She removed the book, took out the scroll, and opened it bit by bit. It was a portrait of a woman.
"What a beautiful person." Mu Yizhi looked at the beauty in the painting and exclaimed sincerely, who is this? "Yu Qing, Leng Lie painting". It's her, this is Yu Qing, Yu Qing who used to live in Yu Qing Pavilion. She
He felt her heart shrinking little by little. He treasured her portrait. No wonder the first thing he did when he came back every day was to go back to the study. He came here to see her beloved woman.
"What are you doing?" Mu's cold voice seemed to fall from the sky. She was startled, and the scroll fell to the ground. She turned around and knocked over the soup on the table. All the soup poured on the painting, and the whole painting was soaked immediately.
Mu Yi Zhi was startled and hurriedly knelt down to pick up the painting.
"Don't touch it." Mu Lenglie hurriedly walked in from the study door and scolded her. She stood up silently without daring to breathe.
Mu Lenglie unfolded the painting, but it was blurred and ruined. He turned around and stared at Mu Yizhi fiercely. She had never seen him look so angry. It was terrifying.
"How dare you break her!" "Pah!" Mu Yizhi was slapped hard on the face. She couldn't stand still, stumbled and fell to the ground. She only felt her head buzzing.
But she didn't feel any pain, just numbness all over her body. She saw him wiping the painting with his sleeve anxiously, and she coughed twice. His strength was too great, and her body was swaying, and she only felt that
A wave of heat came up, and she opened her mouth suddenly, and she spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood splashed on her white skirt and Mu Lenglie's robe, drop by drop, which was particularly shocking.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She hurriedly stretched out her hand to wipe him, not caring that she had already vomited blood.
"Go away!" Mu Lenglie pushed her away fiercely, protecting the wet painting with his hands. She fell to the ground again, but he never looked at her.
I don't know how much time passed, but Mu Yizhi stood up slowly while holding on to the edge of the desk. She walked past Mu Lenglie step by step, passed the broken bowl, and walked out slowly.
When she reached the door of the room, she stopped and said, "I'll ask Xiaoyun to make you another bowl of soup."
"Get out!" There was a sound of broken porcelain.
She dragged heavy steps to the Moon Viewing Pavilion and sat on a stool. The wind blew over her. She thought she would cry, but there was not a single tear in her eyes. She was so stupid. She thought he liked her, but
He did those things for her just because he sympathized with her. There was always only one person in his heart, his Yuqinggege, and now she destroyed her portrait.
"He should hate me. He should never want to see me again." Mu Yizhi whispered to herself softly, thinking how important she was! Huh, she laughed at herself, he is calling you
Go away, didn't you hear?
It was dark, the air was very cold, Mu Yi Zhi sat motionless in the pavilion, the cold light of the moon shone on her fragile back.