The tyrant's father, Xiao Tianjiao, the most tyrannical treasurer in the whole dynasty

Chapter 122 The Torn Painting, The Throwing Clay Figure

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"You're talking nonsense, why would brother Dijiang hate me?" Mu Wan'er retorted confidently, "Brother Dijiang won't hate me if he hates anyone."

"Hehe..." Hongying smiled eccentrically, and said, "Then how confident are you that you think everyone likes you? Don't they all hate you?"

Mu Wan'er said angrily, "You..."

"What are you?" The more Hongying saw Mu Wan'er angry, the happier she felt.

Hmph, this little princess who has been pampered by Emperor Tianzheng and Concubine Qiao all day long, who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, should suffer a little and understand the sufferings of the world.

Moreover, she should suffer a little bit.

Ever since His Royal Highness bid farewell to the little princess and came back that day, he has been depressed, in a bad mood, and has not eaten well. In just a few days, His Royal Highness has lost a lot of weight.

And early this morning, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had a quarrel with his aunt because of this little princess.

But what about this little princess?
She doesn't know anything, her life is still beautiful, her lips are still red and her teeth are white, her pearls are round and jade-like, and she is living happily.

Hmph, it shouldn't be like this.

Hongying looked at Mu Wan'er and became very angry. She said in a vengeful manner, "You leave quickly, we have to pack our bags, you are not welcome here."

"I'm not leaving, I want to see Brother Dijiang." Mu Wan'er pushed away Hongying who was blocking her, "No one can stop me, and you are no exception."

Hongying was dissatisfied, "Why are you pushing me, why are you just running around?"

Mu Wan'er said: "I'll go in today to see if Brother Di Jiang is there? I also want to ask him if he said something that he hates me."

"If he didn't say anything, it was just you spreading the word indiscriminately, Hongying, do you think this princess will tear your liar's mouth open?"

Mu Wan'er said a few words threateningly, and then, regardless of Hongying's obstruction, she broke into Shen Xiangxie.

At the moment, Shen Xiangxie is full of Chu people and palace people who are carrying things. They came with the envoys of Chu. Today, the queen and prince who are in charge of picking them up leave with dignity.

Right now they were coming in and out, each carrying a box in their hands, and Mu Wan'er's sudden appearance caught them off guard.

They were afraid that the things in their hands would bump into the little princess, so they carried the boxes in their hands and backed away, trying to avoid it.But in this way, the people who followed them were unlucky again and were hit by them.

"Hey, don't you have long eyes? Why are you retreating?"

"You knocked us all down, but you killed me, my ass."

Someone complained.

Normally, Mu Wan'er, as the person who caused all this, would definitely appease these people, but she can't care about it now.

She hurriedly broke into Di Jiang's house to look for Di Jiang.

However, she did not find Di Jiang.

Di Jiang's house had already been emptied, and there was nothing left.

And her portrait, which was originally hung in the most conspicuous place in the house, was actually torn to pieces, just throwing it all over the floor, and it was even trampled on a few times.

How much hate is this?How angry?How much resentment?Why didn't she even let go of her portrait, and stepped on it a few times?

Mu Wan'er squatted on the ground sadly, picked up the pieces of paper on the ground one by one, and pieced them together one by one to form a complete portrait.

In the painting, she is wearing a red dress and wearing a bun with double rings. I remember that when the wind blew up, the red headbands on her double rings fluttered wantonly in the wind, but the wreath on her neck remained motionless.

When Brother Di Jiang drew this picture for her, he kept praising her for her beauty, and he was very happy with it.But he also complained that the wreath on her neck was too cumbersome and complicated, and there were so many small accessories to be drawn that his eyes would be blinded.

He also revised it many times over and over again. He took pains to observe her for a long time in the details, and finally finished the painting.

Time-consuming and labor-intensive.

But the hard work paid off. When Mu Wan'er saw the finished painting, she was very amazed. She even said that she would frame it and put it in her room.

But Brother Dijiang didn't give it to her. Brother Dijiang said that he also cherishes this painting, and when he returns home in the future, he will bring it back to Chu State.

But at this very moment, he was going back to Chu country, but this painting was ruthlessly torn into pieces?

It wasn't just the painting that was broken, but also the care Di Jiang had put into her.

Mu Wan'er looked at the painting and couldn't help crying. She cried a little sadly, her delicate facial features were twisted together, and she couldn't see clearly the original delicate and lovely appearance.

Tears flowed down her fair cheeks and onto her red skirt.

After Hongying caught up, she saw Mu Wan'er squatting on the ground crying, crying very sadly, she was very satisfied with Mu Wan'er's reaction.

She sneered and said, "Yo Yo Yo, are you crying? I really don't know what is there to cry about?"

This is purely pouring cold water.

Mu Wan'er didn't respond.

Hongying said again: "You just saw a few broken portraits and you cried like this. What if you saw the other ones?"

"...Is there anything else?" Mu Wan'er choked up.

Hongying nodded, "Well, His Royal Highness said he hates you very much, so he wants to destroy everything about you, if you don't believe me, look at that!"

Hongying pointed to a wastebasket not far away.

Brother Dijiang is usually very diligent. There will never be such things as waste paper in his room, and the wastebasket is usually clean without anything.

But at this moment, the wastebasket was full of things.

Especially those little clay figurines that Brother Di Jiang made for her were mostly.

Over the years, Brother Dijiang gave her little clay figurines every once in a while. Those little clay figurines were in different shapes, and Brother Dijiang said they were all made after her expressions.

Day by day, she watched the little clay figurine made by Brother Dijiang become more and more beautiful, more and more like her.

The joy in her heart grew more and more.

But now, not to mention a lot of ink stains on the lifelike little clay figurines, they were also thrown in the wastebasket, looking miserable and abandoned.

Mu Wan'er picked one out of the wastebasket, held it in her hand, looked at it for a long time, then put it on her chest reluctantly, and pressed it tightly against her heart.

"Brother Dijiang, why did you throw away these little clay figurines?" Mu Wan'er was puzzled, she murmured to herself: "Aren't you the most precious of these in the past? No one will let anyone touch them, and you keep them all the time? Why? Just throw it away? So suddenly?"

"Cut..." Hongying snorted disdainfully.

Mu Wan'er was still talking.

"Don't you really hate Jiujiu because Jiujiu didn't go to Chu with you? But in Jiujiu's impression, you are not such a petty and unmannered person?"

"Although you always look expressionless and cold, Jiujiu knows it's not like that. You are tough, brave, generous, and have a burning heart..."

"You also said you like Jiujiu."

(End of this chapter)