In the cold and gray side hall, the windows were closed, and the woman on the hospital bed slowly opened her eyes.
When the palace maid saw her waking up, she directly dragged her up with a look of urgency on her face: "Don't pretend to be dead. When the Long Live Lord arrives later, if you disobey me, I will be killed by you." p>
As she spoke, the palace maid roughly pulled the woman to sit in front of the bronze mirror on the dressing table, and combed her hair in a hurry.
Lihua was exhausted, her thoughts were confused, and she looked at the bronze mirror with a drowsy head.
Then he saw that the woman in the bronze mirror had a sick look on her face, her face was pale, and her brows were filled with depression. Her scalp hurt when the palace maid combed her hair, but she remained stubborn and silent, as if she was used to it.
When Lihua saw the woman in the bronze mirror, it seemed that it took her a while to understand what the lady in the White House was saying.
Then, Lihua heard herself saying with difficulty: "Aunt Li, could it be that I made a mistake? How come Long Live Lord is here?"
There was inexplicable panic in his tone.
The palace maid who called Aunt Li was full of resentment: "Even if I am looking for you, I have suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck to become a master like you and be demoted to this hellish place with you, which is worse than a cold palace. It's a good thing now, Ansheng has no life left."
After passing the law, I don’t know if I’m still alive.”
As he spoke, he seemed to be filled with hatred and pulled a handful of hair in his hands.
Lihua frowned in pain, and when she saw the woman in the bronze mirror, she also frowned and gritted her teeth.
She had a confused thought, is this woman her?
Where is this?
Lihua began to notice the surrounding environment. The side hall seemed to be the west side hall of Tingliyuan, but the layout was very dilapidated and crude, and extremely unfamiliar.
Many things were covered with dust and had not been cleaned or tidied up for a long time, and there was a musty smell mixed with bitter medicine in the air.
There is a charcoal fire in the hall that is about to go out, and the remaining choking smoke is slowly rising.
The master here is obviously having a bad time.
Aunt Li, who was combing her hair, was cursing and her words were full of meanness.
At this moment, noisy footsteps were heard in the distance outside.
Some eunuchs sang and shouted: "Long live the Lord is coming!"
Aunt Li suddenly became nervous. She combed Lihua's hair and then hurriedly found a coat.
The coat was washed white and old, and there were a few crooked patches with stitching.
Lihua heard herself ask in fear and nervousness again: "Aunt Li, what are you doing here, what am I going to do? What do you mean by whether you are alive or not?"
Aunt Li hurriedly put the coat on Lihua. When she heard this, her face turned ferocious and ferocious, and she lowered her voice and said, "Do you think it's a good thing? Your Wu family has committed a serious crime. Why do you think Long Live Lord is here?" p>
There was a roar in Lihua's mind. She heard the footsteps outside getting closer and closer, and someone stopped in front of the door.
Immediately afterwards, several eunuchs rushed in quickly, dragging her left and right vigorously and walked out.
Lihua was only half-dressed, her hands were chapped with frostbite, and she looked miserable.
She was like a piece of driftwood, with no strength in her body. She was dragged out of the door in a daze. Behind her, there were cries of fear and begging for mercy: "There is nothing I can do about it. I asked Wu to agree to it a long time ago, but she just can't afford it. Now she has behaved disrespectfully in front of the emperor."
——"
The sound behind him suddenly stopped, and someone was gagged.
Lihua was led to kneel on the ground, with a tall figure in front of her.
Lihua felt that the figure was very familiar, so she looked up to see who it was, but was restrained so hard that she couldn't move.
At this moment, the world seemed as quiet as suffocation.
The next moment, the person in front of her stretched out his hand, pinched her chin, lifted it up, and looked at her with cold eyes.
Lihua was in a trance for a while. The person in front of her was unparalleledly handsome with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. She looked very familiar, but her expression was very cold and unfamiliar.
Lihua wants to ask, is this in a dream?
Why does the monster seem not to recognize her?
No, she doesn’t seem to be a monster, a monster wouldn’t look at her like this.
Lihua wanted to ask the person in front of her for confirmation, but she couldn't make any sound and her body was not under her control.
The person in front of him couldn't hide the disgust and coldness in his eyes. He let go of her and took the handkerchief handed by the eunuch next to him to wipe his hands.
"Take her to the execution ground and let Wu Dingbang see the little daughter he misses most so that he can teach him to close his eyes."
The eunuch next to him asked: "Long live my Lord, Wu Zheng's appearance is not good. Do you think the slaves should help her dress up again?"
The corners of the mouth of the person in front of him slowly rose, with a cruel and bloodthirsty gentle smile: "No, that's what I want Wu Dingbang and his family to see."
After finishing speaking, he threw away the handkerchief, turned around and strode away, never looking back again.
Pear Blossom was suddenly chilled to the bone, feeling cold, very cold, and waves of fear, suffocation and despair came over her.
She seemed to feel that these emotions were not hers, but those of the owner of this body.
Lihua didn't know why she had such thoughts. She only knew that she was filled with despair and fear.
The scene turned, the cold wind blew, the young and old of the Wu family knelt neatly on the execution ground, and the executioner stood aside holding a ghost-headed knife.
Lihua saw the kneeling Wu family, and when she came, her lifeless face immediately became excited, feeling happy and sad at the same time.
I was happy that I could see her before she died, but I was sad that my family reunited on the execution ground.
A middle-aged woman asked with concern: "Li'er, my Li'er, why are you so haggard? Are you sick?
Then she let out a desperate cry: "Mom can't help you, and I can't help you with anything. How will you live alone in the world from now on..."
A middle-aged man shouted anxiously: "Li'er, why are you here? Let's go quickly. Listen to dad and stop looking. Be good, and go back to where she came from. Come on, let her go quickly. What am I doing?"
I admit it all, I just ask not to let my little daughter see it."
Others suppressed their fear, forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and pretended to be free and easy to comfort: "Little sister, don't be afraid, everyone will die sooner or later. Brother, you are not afraid of anything. Just listen to dad and stop looking." The young and old of the Wu family shouted and cried, expressing concern for her and telling her to leave quickly. Their grief was accompanied by boundless despair.
At this time, an urging voice sounded: "The time is up, execution!"
"Li'er/little sister, don't look, close your eyes quickly." The Wu family roared, letting out their last scream.
Lihua is like a wandering soul, watching all this.
A stream of warm blood splashed onto her body and face, pear blossoms were full of bright red blood, and her face was covered with tears at some point, mixed with the splashed blood.
Lihua suddenly understood that the emperor’s intention was to let the Wu family die in peace.
The Wu family loved their little daughter very much, but when they saw that their little daughter was in such a state of desolation and had a very bad life in the palace, she couldn't even die peacefully.
They were even more afraid that their little daughter would see them being executed. They were afraid that the horrific and desperate scenes would disturb her soul every day and make her restless for the rest of her life.
The emperor is so cruel...
As soon as the scene changed, it was back to the palace, and the whole scene was as gray as if it was covered with dark red blood.
The oppressive and dark atmosphere of despair tightly enveloped the pear blossom.
Lihua saw her skinny hand holding a piece of white silk and struggling to throw it to the beam. Her sleeves slipped down and her arms were covered in bruises.