Such a gentle voice, as if she had been surrounded by pampering. Eleven's heart felt sour, and now Qi Mingye's hypocrisy was showing again. No matter how infatuated she was, she would never be fooled again, "The king is not afraid of getting Hualiu disease, but I am still worried that I will."
Smelled by the scent of flowers." The scent was very mixed, indicating that he had favored more than one concubine. Qi Mingye was lustful, and after realizing this, she could no longer find an excuse to excuse him.
No one in the court except the old minister and the young wizard knew about the old wizard's prophecy, so when Eleven thought he was showing contempt and shame when he lured beauties into the palace because of his lust, he found another reason to retaliate against Eleven - Disobedience Part 1
.
"eleven."
The whisper-like call made Eleven heartbroken.
"You can't run away anymore, otherwise I won't be able to help but really kill you."
She still couldn't hear the emotion, but the force holding her hand became as strong as a ban. She was in pain, but she didn't dare to make a sound. The candle as big as a bean was extinguished, and in the darkness, Eleven's tears finally fell down from the corners of her eyes.
The soft pillow was soaked.
Qi Mingye would never forget that the flogging on her back was given by him himself. In the darkness, he laughed coldly in a low voice: "I am not here to hear you cry." He deliberately did not take a shower after favoring the concubine.
Come and lie down together with Eleven, knowing better that this can have a very good torture effect on Eleven.
The voice was like frost and snow, which made Shiyi burst into tears, "Go away and stop crying."
Shiyi's tears made Qi Mingye very satisfied, "I'll slap you ten times tomorrow morning."
Feeling Eleven's fear, he pretended not to know.
When she woke up the next day, Qi Mingye's figure was gone, and even the temperature was only her own. The whiplash on her back made her afraid to do anything, but she saw the palace maid Zhusha gently wiping the tables, chairs and tea sets.
Perhaps she was so serious about wiping that she didn't notice that she was awake. There was only one maid, Zhu Sha, in the entire Chunhua Palace. Of course, it was not like this before. When she was favored, Chunhua Palace had countless favors, and when she fell out of favor, all the maids in the palace borrowed them.
The favored person abandoned her and left her, leaving only the cinnabar.
"Cinnabar, I'm thirsty."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Sha quickly put down her things and brought tea over. Eleven took a sip and said, "Go get hot water and I want to wipe myself." If she hadn't been injured, she really wanted to soak in the tub and wash herself off.
The humiliation Ming Ye brought her last night. Zhu Sha went to fetch water, but Shi Yi said again: "Take out the sheets and burn them."
Zhu Sha stopped and asked, "Burn the sheets? Girl, the maids in Huanyifang will be able to wash away the blood on the sheets. You don't have to worry about leaving blood stains."
Zhu Sha didn't know her intention. How could he know that she was covered in chicken skin at this moment. "I said burn it."
Cinnabar couldn't reply any more and took orders to get hot water.
Avoiding the wound, she wiped her body carefully, and after having breakfast, Zhu Sha helped her sit outside the temple. Zhu Sha took the brazier, threw the torn off sheets into the brazier, and looked at the mistress in confusion, "Girl, really
Do you want to burn it?" Since the girl fell out of favor, the king no longer gave her anything. If things are not used carefully, there will be a shortage.
"It will be clean after burning." Eleven breathed heavily, as if he was saying that he was dead.
A fire came out of the brazier, and the smoke dissipated in the breeze. Eleven stared at the smoke in a daze, thinking that it would be great if she could dissipate like smoke, but it was a pity that she didn't want to die.
When the fire in the brazier subsided, Cinnabar stood on the side of Eleven and said, "Girl, you are injured. It won't be good to let the wind blow. Go into the palace, and my servant will prepare a pot of good tea for you."