The fireworks outside the house were crackling and crackling, making it very lively.
But besides this bustle, there is a courtyard filled with dead silence and solemnity.
The woman in snow clothes had been whipped all over her body, and only her last breath was still choked in her heart.
The only parts of her body that had not been whipped were her pretty face and her fingers like jade bamboo shoots.
The woman who whipped her was also dressed in snow. Her appearance was different from the gentle women in Kyoto. She looked strong and gorgeous, and there was a hint of cruelty at the end of her eyes.
She threw the long whip in her hand into the arms of the maid on the side, and she scolded severely, "You were touched by a strange man today, and you are already an unclean person! The God of Anara cannot accept it the most.
It’s a filthy woman like you!”
The person who was the first to hold the whip was Chu Lian, the leader of the Wuzhu clan.
This time the Wu Zhu clan traveled all the way to Kyoto in order to perform a dance for the royal family banquet after the disaster relief meeting and to remove the filth.
Among the royal family, there is a saying that has been circulating all year round: the Wuzhu clan is the purest and most innocent ethnic group. With the blessing and protection of the Wuzhu clan, one can stay away from evil spirits and illnesses and spend this year in peace.
Therefore, before this disaster relief meeting, Chen Yancai sent envoys to invite the Wu Zhu clan to perform dances in the palace. The purpose was just to pray for the prince to eliminate disasters and pray for peace.
The Wu Zhu clan also attaches great importance to this matter. This time when they entered the capital, they ordered a group of attendants who had not yet reached hairpins to follow. And this time, the main dancer was Wu Zhu's holy girl - Wu Rou.
Rumor has it that Wu Rou was conceived by the last saint of the Wu Zhu clan from the spring water in the sky. On the day of her birth, the sky was filled with colorful glow, and hundreds of birds sang and flowers bloomed.
Therefore, according to rumors, Wu Rou is the daughter who was born from the most holy things in the world. If she performs the dance to eliminate misfortunes for the prince, she will definitely bring endless blessings to the prince.
Just today...
Wu Rou coughed twice, and her snow-white face was stained with blood. She looked strange and coquettish, and she felt something different, which made people unable to take their eyes away.
She reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of her lips and struggled to get up, but the next moment she was kicked hard.
All the scars on her body started to hurt in an instant. Wu Rou looked horrified in pain, but she didn't even dare to say the word "pain".
"You were originally the purest saint of the Wuzhu clan, but today your skin was stained by a man, and you even returned wearing a man's cloak. You are unworthy of the God of Anara, and you deserve to be dipped in a pig cage and die!"
"Chu Lian scolded fiercely.
There was no trace of pity for Wu Rou on her face, only endless anger, as if she was almost tainted by the man. It was not forced by the man, but Wu Rou himself brought it to her door.
Chu Lian didn't want to scold those drunkards, but she almost beat Wu Rou to death. On the contrary, it was difficult to relieve the hatred in her heart.
"If you have to enter the palace to perform a dance tomorrow, I will definitely take you back to the clan today, dip you in a pig cage, and let you die to appease the anger of the God Anala!" Chu Lian cursed angrily.
The more she looked at Wu Rou's appearance, the more her teeth itched with hatred, but she couldn't hurt her face, lest it delay tomorrow's dance performance.
Chu Lian was supposed to be the saint of Wu Zhu at that time, but the previous saint picked up such a wild doll from nowhere, and even used monstrous words to deceive the people, convincing them to praise her as the most holy person of the Wu Zhu clan.
This is just a wild doll! Why, why are you trying to rob her of the position she should have——
"Come here, use floral salt water to clean the saint's body! Every inch of her body will be cleaned by me!" After saying that, Chu Lian turned around angrily and left, not much at all.
Make a stop.
Wu Rou stretched out her fingers with difficulty. Before she could touch the cloak that was thrown aside, her whole body was lifted up by the maid and dragged all the way to the bathtub.
The maid didn't have the courage to break up, and directly threw Wu Rou into the bath.
Previously, Wu Rou could hold back the pain and not cry out, but the salt water soaked into the wounds all over her body. Wu Rou screamed in pain and fainted.
But after she fainted for a moment, she was awakened by raw pain again.
The maids used bath towels to rub Wu Rou's body fiercely. The pool they rubbed was stained red with blood. For a moment, they couldn't tell whether the pool was soaked in floral salt water.
It's still human blood.
Wu Rou screamed and cried, but in the next moment she was stuffed with a piece of cloth, and she couldn't even scream.
The maids seemed to be rubbing a stone tool, their hands were not reserved at all, and they were all used on Wu Rou's tender skin.
Wu Rou's weak eyes showed ruthless murderous intent, and she stared fiercely into the distance. Outside the window lattice, fireworks were blooming in a dazzling way. The people were celebrating with their families, and the world was peaceful.
In this whole world, why is she the only one who has to endure this pain thousands of times? Why should she bear it——
She clutched the cloth tightly, and a trace of blood oozed from the cloth in her mouth.
-ancient tree
Jiang Huan was extremely drunk.
Chen Ruyi watched the fireworks just for the sake of watching the fireworks. Later, like a magic trick, he took out a cup of wine and said it was the peach blossom wine collected in the prince's house.
Taking a sip is like drinking the spring breeze.
Jiang Huan didn't believe it and laughed at his nonsense.
The next moment she took the wine cup, raised her head and drank half of the cup.
The refreshing wine went into his throat, accompanied by bursts of peach blossom aroma, dense but refreshing. Jiang Huan's eyes lit up after drinking it, and she said that this was the best wine in the world.
"I said, you actually hid such good wine?" Jiang Huan couldn't help but wiped his mouth and praised the peach blossom wine many times.
Chen Ruyi looked at her drinking like this, and stretched out her hand to stop her in anger and amusement, "This wine is very strong. If you drink it like this, you and I will spend the night in a tree."
Hearing this, Jiang Huan hurriedly waved her hands and said quite confidently, "I, the fifth princess of the Jiang Kingdom, can drink a thousand cups. How can this cup of peach blossom wine make me drunk?"
After Jiang Huan said that, she changed into a comfortable position and lay comfortably on the branch adjacent to Chen Ruyi. She raised her hand and drank the peach blossom wine again, "But this peach blossom wine is not as good as mine."
A pot of moon cake brewed by my third brother. If one day you follow me back to Jiang Country, I will definitely take you to taste the moon cake brewed by my third brother. Take a sip and you will feel as if you can touch the moon.
, like setting a galaxy."
Thinking of Jiang Guo, Jiang Huan couldn't help but smile brightly, her eyes filled with joy.
"Chen Ruyi, one day, I will take you back to Jiang Country and take you to the horse racing meet. I will win the most ribbons and drink the best wine for you."