For some reason, Qiqi felt that there was a touch of sadness in that voice that could not be erased, which made her sink into sadness unconsciously.
She knew that there must be a story in it, a sad story.
I have seen before that the ancient palace was full of crises and fights. He must have been someone who has experienced those crises and fights.
Looking at him, I felt pity unconsciously.[
"That year, on the birthday of my concubine, my father held a banquet in the back garden and invited all the concubines in the harem to celebrate. But who knew that someone would actually dare to poison my concubine's wine, and it would be fatal?
The poison caused the mother-in-law to die on the spot."
When he said this, he suddenly paused and let out a long sigh. His eyes were slightly red, and there was hatred in them.
"The blood spit out from my concubine's mouth sprayed on the dishes in front of me. The red blood was shocking... In the remaining days after that, I couldn't eat the food at all and vomited it out as soon as I swallowed it.
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Ye Wuyan's voice was very deep, and speaking it slowly like this always made people feel sad.
"Until that night, Uncle Liu cooked a bowl of egg fried rice and handed it to me. He said: If you want to avenge your mother and concubine, then eat it! After he said this, he left! Ben
Wang was silent for half an hour, staring at the bowl of rice. Then he picked it up and ate it in one go without spitting it out again!"
He said slowly, with a smile on his lips, but it looked even more sad.
His tone was very soft, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but she felt inexplicably sad.
She could just feel the pain in his heart.
The battles in the harem have always been tragic and ruthless.
In the harem, human life is worse than that of an ant.
She wanted to speak, but she didn't know how to comfort him. This aloof regent did not live a better life than ordinary people.
"So, you just keep eating the food cooked by Uncle Liu?" Su Qiqi asked.
He nodded.
She suddenly felt very distressed for him. For so many years, she had only eaten meals cooked by one person, and almost always went hungry when she went out.
She knew that he was mainly psychological.
As if she had thought of something, she smiled brightly: "How about I cook you a dish for lunch?"
