Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 682
"This is an order from the king, how can it be false?" the jailer said coldly.

Leng Xian'er's always confident eyes showed a trace of panic: "This is impossible! Where is my master? Where is my master Venerable Qinglian? She will definitely come to save me!"

"What Qinglian Bailian?" The jailer said mockingly, "This is a sky prison, trespassing in the sky prison is a capital crime, who would be so stupid to give up his life for a death row prisoner?"

Leng Xian'er's heart turned cold, yes, Venerable Qinglian already knew that she was not the real owner of the copper lock, and misunderstood that she and King Ling designed her. He hated her already at this moment, so how could he take the risk to save her? ?

Master, master, you have abandoned me after all!

What she had been worrying about all along still happened. At first, she thought that the master would at least forgive her for what she had done for the sake of their master and apprentice for many years, but she was still too naive. Not an orthodox identity!

"Where is His Highness Ling Wang? Didn't he come to save me?"

She thought of Murong Yan again, this man has been around her all this time, wanting to get her, now that she is dead, he will not ignore her.

The jailer said impatiently: "His Royal Highness Ling? Since you were imprisoned in the sky prison, no one has visited you, let alone heard of anyone who is going to rescue you. I advise you not to daydream!"

"No? He hasn't been here either?" Leng Xian'er's heart was so cold that she was completely desperate.

The man who keeps saying that he likes her is only approaching her because of her status as the apprentice of Venerable Qinglian, and he doesn't really like her at all!

She is really stupid, until now, she is still naively pinning her hopes on others...

"Leng Xian'er, you lost, you lost completely!"

She hugged her knees, buried her head between her knees, her shoulders twitched uncontrollably, and she sobbed silently.

At this time, a jailer was distributing food from cell to cell. When he came to Leng Xian'er's cell, he threw two steamed buns into her bowl, and said with a blank expression, "Eat it! This is today's dinner!"

Leng Xian'er raised her head from between her knees and glanced at the steamed buns in the bowl. Two black handprints were clearly visible, and she couldn't help but gag: "Take it away! Is this something for people to eat?"

The jailer let out a hey, and said, "You still choose what to eat? Who do you think you are?"

Leng Xian'er suppressed her anger: "I, Leng Xian'er, fell into peace today, so I'm unlucky, but it's not your turn to humiliate me!"

She raised her hand and overturned the rice bowl, and the two steamed buns rolled to the ground, covered with dust.

Leng Xian'er slowly got up from the ground, with a cold and arrogant light in her dark eyes, she said coldly: "I once swore that I would never live an inferior life and be despised by others again! I told you You guys, if you give me Leng Xian'er a chance, I will make a comeback and trample everyone under my feet! You better not mess with me!"

Shocked by her terrifying expression, the jailer was stunned for a moment, but soon came back to his senses, and whispered: "Daydream!"

After speaking, he turned and left the cell.

A nameless wind blew across the prison cell, Leng Xian'er shivered, and the weight of the chains on her hands and feet suddenly doubled, reminding her cruelly that she was indeed daydreaming.

Almost overnight, from the proud girl of the sky in the eyes of others, she was suddenly beaten into a prototype, and turned back to that orphan girl who was ignored and neglected.

She slowly squatted down, the hunger in her stomach became more intense due to the cold, she stared at the dusty steamed buns rolling on the ground, licked her dry lips, struggled for a long time, finally stretched out her hand and took the steamed buns Picking it up, he said to himself: "Leng Xian'er, you can't admit defeat, you must live on, even if you live without dignity, you must live on! Because only in life can there be hope!"

Her throat rolled up and down, and she swallowed hard, then picked up the steamed bun, took a big bite, and chewed slowly.

"Leng Xian'er, no, Leng Xiaoshuang, you must live strong!"

She swallowed the steamed bun with difficulty, and took another big bite, a tear fell down her eye socket, and then the tears flowed down like pearls with broken strings, flowing down her cheeks and the corners of her mouth, Not into her collar, she continued to chew slowly.

"So what if you lose everything? Can it be worse than begging and sleeping on the streets?"

The cold steamed buns were tasteless, but she ate them with a bitter smile on her lips.

"You have gone through such difficult days, what suffering is there that you can't bear?"

She laughed and wept.

"Isn't it just a dirty steamed bun? It's much more delicious than a rotten steamed bun!"

Her eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Leng Xiaoshuang, you can withstand as much suffering as you can bear as much glory. You are determined to become a master, so what is the suffering in front of you?"

She suddenly sneered, looking outside the cell, every word saw blood.

"Feng Qian, you'd better pray that I don't live, otherwise, I will haunt you forever!"

After a good night's sleep, when she woke up in the morning, Feng Qian was about to wash up, but she saw Aunt Qing He and a group of court ladies took five or six pieces of colorful casual clothes, walked into the bedroom, lined up, and looked at her with smiles.

Aunt Qing He said: "Your Majesty, today is the Peony Festival. It's a very special day. You must dress beautifully today, outshine everyone, and win the crown of the Peony Flower King!"

"The leader of the Peony Flower King? What is that?" Feng Qian asked.

Aunt Qinghe was slightly surprised: "Don't you remember, my lady? Every year at this time, young unmarried women in Muyang City will compete for the leader of the Peony Flower King, because the person who wins the leader will get a gift from the king." The golden step is worn by the king himself. For this reason, every year on this day, the young unmarried women in the city will desperately display their talents in order to win the leader and get a chance to get close to the king. I heard that Rong Meiren and Yin Meiren won the first place in the Peony Flower Fair with a blockbuster, and they had the opportunity to enter the palace after receiving the golden step from the king's relatives. Trouble……"

As she was talking, she suddenly noticed that the queen's face was not right. Aunt Qing He immediately realized that she had said something wrong, and quickly changed her words: "Your servant is talking nonsense, my lady must be angry!"

Unexpectedly, Feng Qian was not angry, instead she held her lips and smiled, and said, "What you said is the truth, not a fabrication, why should I be angry?"

She rubbed her chin and said again: "However, this festival is special. Is it the leader of the Peony Flower King? I am very interested in trying it!"

As she spoke, she laughed again.

Zisu peeked at the empress's expression, and felt her eyelids twitch. Although the empress was smiling, she seemed to see the dark heart of the empress through the essence of the smile.

She silently prayed that the king and queen must not fight!
(End of this chapter)