After the fall of the country, the crown princess was spoiled by the new emperor

Chapter 204 Killing Liang Sheng
"Master, don't worry too much." Zi Yan could only persuade her like this, but she didn't listen, she went back to Lanlin Hall with tears in her eyes, and ordered people to close the door tightly, even the imperial physician didn't want to see it.

Soon came the day when Liang Sheng asked to be killed.

Wen Xiao gave him a lot of ostentation. Outside the palace city, Marquis Suyang personally supervised the beheading, and the people who watched the excitement gathered round and round. The forbidden army stood on the palace tower, watching the bustling people below. crowd.

Here, maybe there are people who are waiting to rob the court.

Jiang Ronghe was dressed in red and stood on the palace tower, quietly watching the prison car escorting Liang Sheng approach.

The brocade clothes on his body were tattered, his hair was messed up, his black and blue beard hadn't been taken care of, and his hands and feet were in heavy shackles. Before he got out of the prison car, he saw Jiang Ronghe.

She became more and more noble and glamorous, and she was dressed in red, as if she had specially come to celebrate his imminent death.

Being pushed onto the execution platform, Liang Sheng still looked up at her.

He could no longer remember what Jiang Ronghe looked like when he married into the East Palace. During the year of confinement, all his memories of Jiang Ronghe were the way she confronted him.

She is like a lunatic with unstable temperament, cowardly and violent. She is afraid of being beaten and the dark, but when she is punished and beaten, she never lets go of her mouth and begs for mercy, repeatedly contradicting herself for a few lowly servants.

His own empress mother often praised her for being dignified and decent, but he felt that she was fake and noble, so what about the princess, she would not kneel at his feet to beg for his favor, he could still indulge the concubine's room to humiliate her.

But what about after confinement?
In Wen Xiao's harem, she is becoming more and more beautiful, like a delicate flower that has been blessed with sweet rain. It is in full bloom and dazzling, luxurious and graceful all over her body. How can she look like a half-crazy woman?

Liang Sheng still can't figure out how she, who has always been dignified, let go of her etiquette, justice, and shame to recommend herself to Wen Xiao.

"Your Majesty." Lin Xiang was disgusted: "He has been looking at Your Majesty."

Jiang Ronghe said slowly: "It's just a dying beast, he can watch it if he wants."

Picking up the divorce letter in Anan's hand, Jiang Ronghe glanced at it, then smiled and curled his lips: "Send it to him."

"Yes." Anan went immediately.

After leaving the palace gate, he asked Marquis Suyang for instructions. Anan carried a tray onto the execution platform, looked down at the downcast Liang Sheng, and placed the letter of divorce in front of him.

"Hahaha" Liang Sheng laughed out loud as he looked at the letter of divorce: "The letter of divorce? What? Wen Xiao finally admitted that he took my woman forcibly!"

Anan slapped him several times with all his strength, his eyes were full of hatred and almost burst out: "My mother is ashamed to be with you, you are such a rotten person, you are worthy of being mentioned as the emperor."

Liang Sheng spat out blood, and looked at Anan fiercely: "White-eyed wolf, you, a white-eyed wolf, came out of the East Palace. Back then, I should have broken your legs and dragged you to feed the dogs."

"Prince Shang may not have this chance." Anan wished he could grab the knife and chop him alive: "But don't worry, when you die, I will drag you to feed the dogs."

After finishing speaking, he left reluctantly. If it wasn't for the inconvenience of being in public, Anan really wanted to kill him with a knife.

The group of girls who accompanied Jiang Ronghe into the East Palace back then were so bright and lively, but in the end, only Lin Xiang survived with a face injury.

More than a dozen human lives are enough to chop him into bones.

Back on the palace tower, Anan could barely speak, his eyes were filled with tears, but he couldn't suppress the churning hatred.

(End of this chapter)