Suo Jinghua: The Concubine of the Violent King

Such a gentle voice, as if surrounded by pampering.Eleven's heart was sour, sober now that Qi Mingye's hypocrisy is on display again, no matter how infatuated she is, she will never be fooled again, "The king is not afraid of getting the disease of flowers and willows, but I am also worried that I will be smelled of flowers." The fragrance is very mixed, It shows that he has not only favored a concubine.Qi Mingye is lustful, after realizing this, she can no longer find an excuse to excuse him.

The prophecy of the old wizard was known to no one in the court except the old ministers and the young wizards, so when Eleven thought he showed contempt and shame when he thought he was getting beauties into the palace one after another because of his lust, he found another reason to take revenge on Eleven—disobedience and crime .

"eleven."

There was a whispering call, which broke Eleven's heart.

"You can't run away anymore, or I can't help but really kill you."

She still couldn't hear the emotion, but the strength of holding her hand deepened like a prison.She was in pain, but dared not make a sound.The bean-sized candle was extinguished, and in the darkness, Shi Shi's tears finally slid down the corners of his eyes, soaking the soft pillow.

Qi Mingye will never forget that the caning on her back was given by him himself. In the dark, he whispered coldly, "I didn't come to hear you cry." Come over and lie down with Shi Yi, knowing better that this can have a good torture effect on Shi Yi.

The voice like frost and snow made Eleven's tears run dry, "You don't want to cry when you get lost."

Eleven's tears made Qi Mingye very satisfied, "Slap your mouth ten times tomorrow morning."

Feeling the fear of eleven, he should not know it.

When he woke up the next day, Qi Mingye was no longer around him, and only his temperature remained.The whip wound on her back made her not dare to be casual, but she saw the palace maid Zhu Sha lightly wiping the tables, chairs and tea sets.

Maybe she wiped it so seriously that she didn't notice that she woke up.Inside and outside the entire Chunhua Palace, there is only Zhu Sha, a maidservant, naturally it was not like this in the past.When she was favored by Chunhua Palace, there were countless blessings, and when she fell out of favor, the harem servants abandoned her through the mouth of the favored person, and only cinnabar remained.

"Zhu Sha, I'm thirsty."

Hearing the sound, Zhu Sha quickly put down the things in her hands and brought tea over, took a sip on Eleven, and said, "Go get some hot water, I want to wipe my body." If it wasn't for the injuries on her body, she really wanted to soak in the bathtub and wash her body. The humiliation Ming Ye brought to her last night.Zhu Sha went to fetch water, and Eleven said, "Take out the sheets and burn them."

Zhu Sha stopped and asked in a daze, "Burning the sheets? Girl, the maids in the clothing workshop will definitely be able to wash off the blood on the sheets, so you don't have to worry about leaving blood on them."

Zhu Sha didn't know her intention, how could she know that she was covered in goosebumps at this moment. "When I say burn, it burns."

Zhu Sha couldn't answer any more, and ordered to go down to fetch hot water.

Avoiding the wound, she wiped her body carefully, and let Zhu Sha support her to sit outside the hall after breakfast.Zhu Sha brought the brazier, threw the torn bed sheet into the brazier, looked at the master suspiciously, "Miss, is it really burning?" Since the girl fell out of favor, the king no longer gave anything, if the things are not used carefully, There will also be shortages.

"It's clean after burning." Eleven breathed heavily, as if saying that he was dead.

A fire sprang from the brazier, and the wisps of smoke dissipated in the breeze.Eleven stared at the light smoke in a daze, thinking that it would be great if she could dissipate like smoke, but unfortunately she didn't want to die.

After the fire in the brazier subsided, Zhu Sha stood on Eleven's side, "Girl, you're wounded, it's not good to let the wind blow, go into the hall, and this servant will prepare a pot of good tea for you."