Aunt Cui screamed in despair, and Qingcheng was so shocked that she opened her eyes slightly to look at him.
"Sixty!" Murong Jue still ignored it and added ten more boards on top of fifty.
At this moment, Qingcheng suddenly realized that he did it on purpose!
Qingcheng didn't say anything next, because she knew that the more she interceded for Aunt Cui, the more severe punishment she would receive from Murong Jue. In the hall, only Aunt Cui was shouting, but the miserable screams did not
It lasted for a long time and then disappeared...
When Murong Jue finally walked out of the hall, she only glanced at Qingcheng. The meaningful glance made her deeply understand that her life in the palace would be even more difficult in the future.
When everyone dispersed, only Cuiping and Qingcheng stayed in the hall. One standing and the other kneeling and crying made the place full of sadness and despair... It was as if the bright sunshine outside contrasted with the darkness here!
After this time of killing the chicken to scare the monkey, the attitude of the people in the palace towards Qingcheng has changed a lot, and Aunt Cui was not able to escape the punishment of the stick this time, and she died of anger when she hit the fifty-five big board.
Already.
When Qingcheng learned that Aunt Cui died, she felt depressed. She stood blankly in front of the house and watched the wind and the clouds blooming, and did not move until sunset.
Such a quiet beauty carries an indescribable sadness. Even if she doesn't say a word, people who walk into the courtyard can feel the unhindered and lonely feeling in her heart at this time!
Cuiping came over with dinner. She had narrowly escaped death after what happened in the morning, but the shadow left on her could not be eliminated for a moment.
"Miss, let's have something to eat!" Cuiping whispered. Seeing Qingcheng's dull expression, she felt sour in her heart, and even her voice was choked with sobs.
"Tomorrow is the day to go back..." Qingcheng said in an unreasonable manner, turning her head to look at Cuiping with tears in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth seemed to have a slight curve.
"Miss...wuwu..." Cuiping started to cry. She could no longer hold back the sourness in her heart because of her smile.
"Three days after I got married here, I feel like I have passed a lifetime...I don't know how much longer I can hold on..." Qingcheng continued, her light voice carrying an impenetrable barrier. At this time,
At this moment, she just wants to find someone who can listen to her.
"Miss... the eldest young master must also want to..." Cuiping burst into tears and could only look at her with tears.
"I will send you back tomorrow, remember to take good care of him!" Qingcheng ignored her crying sadly, and while speaking softly, she raised her slender white catkins to brush away the tears on her cheeks, smiling softly.
He smiled and said: "Go back, I want to rest!"
"Miss..." Cuiping shed tears and could only watch her walk into the room.
She and Cuiping were alone in the courtyard, but their brief conversation just now failed to escape the ears of the man.
[Ouch, ouch, the curtain is roaring~~ There are so few tickets!]