The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 445

"I won't kill you," Concubine Wen glanced coldly at the sharp weapon in his palm, she smiled disdainfully: "My existence is to make you never forget him! I will always remind you , you killed him!"

"In the past 19 years, you shouldn't have forgotten him, right?" She glanced at the dimly lit room, "This is the place where the emperor used to play hide-and-seek with him when he was a child, remember?"

The man's expression became tighter and tighter, and the past he didn't want to recall was flipping pages in his mind, and he couldn't stop.

It seems that this place is still full of childhood laughter, and the unbearable past events are so close as if they happened yesterday.

Since he was born, he has not been loved by his mother. Every time she looks at him, she looks at him more indifferently and decisively than when she looks at a stranger. There is a kind of hatred that wants to strangle him to death.

At that time, he was young, and he thought that the queen mother did not love him because she was not favored by the emperor.

But when he saw that she had given all her love to Ling Yuan, he realized that she didn't treat him as her child at all.

Even though he has always been well-behaved and sensible and never made her angry, his homework is the best among all the princes and princesses, but not only failed to make the queen mother happy, but made her even more angry, and looked at him even colder.

At such a young age, he has already learned to look at his mother's face, and even racked his brains to think how to make his mother like him like Ling Yuan.

He is not greedy, as long as he likes like Ling Yuan.

Later he discovered that his mother liked sycamore flowers.

So he climbed to the very tall sycamore tree to pick the sycamore flowers she liked to make her happy, but she drove them out of her palace with the flowers.

The queen mother said that the sycamore flowers were dry and ugly, and the flowers in rainy days were only delicate and eye-catching.

So, he looked forward to the stars and the moon and the rainy day.

The little hand rested its chin on the window sill and looked forward to it for seven or eight days, and it finally ushered in the rainy day.

He immediately rushed into the rainy night, his thin body submerged in the hazy rain and mist, and went straight to the sycamore tree outside the courtyard wall.

Holding the trunk tightly with his immature hands, he climbed up the tree to pick sycamore flowers in the rain, but the trunk was too wet and slippery, and he accidentally fell off the tree.

He suffered several broken ribs and a broken leg.

If the wet nurse hadn't found him lying in the mud in time, he would have died on that rainy night.

The nanny was so frightened at the time, she hugged his small body and ran towards the imperial hospital, crying and crying. That was the first time he saw his father turn his face away and wipe away his tears.

At that time, everyone in the palace came to see him, except the hard-hearted queen mother who did not come.

He didn't complain either, guessing that the queen mother must be angry because he hurt herself, she was feeling sorry for him.

But three months later, on the day when he was just able to get out of bed and walk, the queen mother rushed into his room with a slender soft whip and her scarlet eyes. Beat.

Until now, he didn't know why she beat his back so hard that time.

A few days later, his grandmother, who usually loved him the most, suddenly became seriously ill.

The father is a filial son, he invited all the people from the Imperial Hospital, but the grandmother did not get better.

When everyone was at a loss, the queen mother said that she knew a gentleman with extremely high morals. The emperor didn't believe in those crooked ways, but seeing that his grandmother was dying, he promised that the queen mother would invite the gentleman.

(End of this chapter)