marry the princess

Chapter 2 Past events ([-])

three months ago.

"what--"

A miserable scream came from a remote and quiet dilapidated hut.

The high-pitched female voice broke the original tranquility, but in this remote place, no one paid attention to the shrill screams.

"Girl, no matter how hard your bones are, they are not as hard as the sticks in their hands. I just want you to say a word, and if you say it, you can save yourself the pain of flesh and blood."

In the old house, the voice of an arrogant middle-aged man sounded after the scream that subsided, with a tone of consideration for her, but an expression of indifference.

In front of him, there was a thin woman lying in the middle of this narrow old room, and standing beside her were all thick and thick men, holding thick wooden sticks in their hands, standing beside her with expressionless faces.

"Do not."

Mosquito-like voices spit out from her pale cherry lips, her face covered with cold sweat had no trace of blood, it was as pale as rice paper from the best ink shop in the imperial city.

Enduring the pain from her body, she looked up at the middle-aged man.

He was sitting directly opposite her, dressed luxuriously, a fitted boa robe cut out of first-class silk and satin, a white jade belt wrapped around a black tassel, and a piece of finely carved Hetian jade hung below it. .Just looking at his attire, you can tell that he is not an ordinary person, and the air and arrogance on his face also prove that his identity is extraordinary.

At this moment, he was sitting calmly and dignifiedly, staring disdainfully at the woman lying on the ground who was unable to move due to the pain, and caught a glimpse of her delicate and beautiful face with disobedient stubbornness, the corners of his mouth were kept raised, somewhat Turning the jadeite finger on the thumb of the right hand rhythmically, leisurely and lightly blowing the dust that does not exist on the jade finger, "Girl, you still don't agree?"

The woman looked at him like she was looking at a dog, and a nameless anger was burning in her heart.

Her body seemed to be painless now, and her entire back was completely numb to the point where she couldn't feel any pain, but the wet and sticky touch was still very clear, the viscosity of blood and sweat mixed together.

"I said it... Even if you beat me to death, I won't agree!"

Powerless but still strong and unwilling to flinch, her always gentle face carried a rare contempt, yes, it was contempt.She was at the feet of others, but she had the arrogance of looking down on the middle-aged man sitting across from her.

"it is good."

The middle-aged man was not annoyed by her attitude. Instead, he laughed and clapped his hands, "Okay."

"Since you've been biting this sentence, I'll see how long you can hold it." The middle-aged man waved his hand, "Keep fighting!"

In the dark small room, there was the same non-stop pounding sound of the staff before, but the woman's painful cry lasted only a few times before subsiding.

"General Yan," the person carrying out the stick duty saw that she had not moved, so he involuntarily stopped the stick in his hand, and humbly told the middle-aged man, "She passed out."

"Leave the best medicine for sores, let's go."

The person known as General Yan had long since heard nothing. When his subordinates asked him, he ignored the unsightly man lying there, raised his spotless jet-black boots, and left the small room.

"Yes!"

The group left quickly, and the quiet small room was suddenly empty and silent, as if nothing had happened.

After about half an hour, the fainted woman slowly woke up from the pain, and finally opened her misty eyes to see everything around her clearly.

still at home...

This dilapidated house is narrow and small, except for a table, a chair and a thin bed, the rest can't be called any furniture.Although it was cleaned up, it couldn't hide its shabby air.

She was lying on the ground, and the moon-white Luo jacket on her body was already stained dark red by the blood. During the time she passed out, it is likely that her flesh and clothes were glued together by the blood, so she tore the clothes. And the pain involved in the blurred flesh and blood of the skin is unavoidable.

Su Leyan, a seventeen-year-old Shushu teacher in Caoluotang.

She has lived in this most inconspicuous place in the bustling imperial city for almost 17 years.Since her mother died of illness when she was ten years old, she has lived a difficult life alone.When my mother was ill, she owed a large amount of debts. For so many years, she has been living in the predicament of repaying the debts and maintaining her own life.The difficult life urges a girl who was in her prime to become a young girl.

When she was 13 years old, she moved to Xicheng alone, where poor families live together.Because of her little knowledge of books, she took care of a group of poor children with Mr. Wu in Caoluotang. Later, Mr. Wu who taught passed away, and this school that no one wanted to teach was left alone by her. People are down.

At this moment, Su Leyan endured the pain and got up from the ground. Every movement was so painful that she couldn't even breathe. Her hands were trembling, and she finally stood up with the old chair in the room.

She glanced at the bottle of golden sore medicine on the table, grabbed it with all her strength, and wanted to smash it into pieces, but she no longer had the strength to smash it, because of the pain in her back, With a shake of her hand, the small round bottle rolled out of her hand and rolled to the door.

There were unfinished tears in her eyes, but they were definitely not tears of her weakness, it was just because of pain, the pain of flesh and blood penetrated into her heart inch by inch.

"Yan, Zhi!"

There was more hatred in her eyes, ruthless hatred.

Yan Zhi, she hated him so much that she wanted to let him experience such pain.

Because Yan Zhi came here in low clothes, this small corner where the poor live is busy with his own livelihood every day, and no one pays attention to the arrival and departure of this group of people.

I can't look at other things, let alone manage them.They just have to worry about getting something to eat for their next meal.

Su Leyan waited for the obvious pain on her body to pass, then untied her clothes tremblingly.

Perhaps because of her too hard life, the 17-year-old has an extremely thin body. After she took off her clothes, the dark red blood stains on her thin body looked particularly scary under the dim light, like a painting Messy cinnabar paintings.

She lived alone, so she could only wipe off the blood bit by bit with a cold wet handkerchief.

She stubbornly didn't want to use the golden sore medicine they left behind. She felt sick just looking at her, but she was seriously injured. If there was no medicine, she didn't know how long it would take to recover.

In the end, she still smeared the medicine on her back with trembling hands.

"Dong dong!"

Just as Su Leyan was taking the medicine, there was a sudden knock on the door.

who? !

Su Leyan shook her hands, eager to put on her clothes, but she was too anxious and pulled the wound on her back, causing her to pull the clothes, pull down the chair on which the clothes were placed, and trip her down. fell to the ground.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

"what--"

There were two sounds of falling to the ground, and the chair fell over and hit her, causing her to scream in pain.

This scream made the people outside the door more anxious, and knocked on the door louder.

(End of this chapter)