deep palace cold girl

Chapter 38

He gave me a cold look, flashing with hatred.

I opened the first painting scroll, spread it flat on the table, stretched out my hand, and pulled me away from the dazed me, and fell into his arms.

"Shang'er, the woman in this painting is exactly like you..."

Looking at the painting, I was completely stunned, and slowly clenched my fists, trembling all over.

Bleeding from her clenched lips, her eyes were red, staring fiercely at the painting in front of her and the man's sneering face.

"Eleven years ago, Shang'er was only three years old, right? According to legend, this painting was made by a mysterious artist, who can draw a person's grown-up appearance through the appearance of a person when she was a child. Unfortunately, this painting The middle-aged woman died eight years ago. And Shang'er looks exactly like this woman, isn't it a kind of fate?"

Holding my face up, he leaned very close, examining me without blinking.

"Liancheng Zhi, what exactly do you want to say?"

Looking into his sinister eyes in horror, I always feel that some hidden secrets are about to be revealed.

He glanced at me with indifferent eyes, but slowly exerted force on the hand holding my shoulder, and I frowned in pain, unable to struggle.

The night was getting darker, and the cool night wind was blowing in from the open window, and the candlelight was flickering, reflecting half of his face buried in the shadows, looking cold and decadent.

I choose to wait, although there is a voice in my heart telling me to run away quickly, but I really want to know what is the reason why he hates me so much.

It must, must be related to this painting!
Thinking of the culprit who killed my parents and relatives, made me an orphan, and became the current chess piece, how could I not hate it?Do not complain?
It's just a painting, why did a single painting ruin all my happiness?
Who should I turn to for the resentment and hatred in my heart?

Where can I find the bad guy who ruined all my happiness?How to retaliate?

Even if I kill him, my parents won't come back, and I won't find the lost happiness.

He hates me, who should I hate?
"Tell me why you hate me, I know, you hate me, but tell me why? Why do you hate me?"

Facing him, I shouted angrily and sadly, wanting to shout out all the grievances and injustices in my heart.

He responded coldly, his eyes darkened, like the tranquility before the storm.

After a while, he raised the corners of his lips, opened them slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mu Qingshang, if I hadn't seen the later portrait, I really thought you were dead. If you are dead, who should end all this... ..."

Pain spread in the depths of the black eyes, and the pain flashed across the handsome and resolute face. The hands pinched me hard, and I could hear the creaking of bones on my fragile shoulders.

The pain, spreading from the shoulder to the depths of the heart, is a conspiracy of despair.

"This king hates you and wants you to die, but this king will not kill you immediately!"

He murmured in an extremely calm hoarse voice, glanced at me, and suddenly pushed me away and fell to the ground.

His body seemed to be splitting open, every part was filled with bone-piercing pain, he resisted the urge to cry, and stared at him aggrievedly.

But he saw that he had already opened another portrait and stared blankly.

I knew it from the moment he proposed to marry me, he hated me, but he was not in a hurry to kill me, he was slowly torturing me with a more cruel method than killing me!
What happened in the past few days is the best proof.

"Shang'er, the night is getting dark, how about I tell you a story?"

He woke up from the daze, looked at me, the darkness in his eyes faded.

The gentle eyes seemed to be another person, looking at me sadly and desperately, gently pulling me up, ignoring my struggle, and hugging me tightly into his arms.

"Shang'er, I hate you, but I can't bear to destroy you. I have to choose between keeping you and destroying you. I can only choose, hatred for you, physical pain..."

He gently lifted my hair and played with it in his hands. He looked struggling, as if he was troubled by a huge problem, and whispered brokenly.But I understood what he meant and smiled desolately.

Looking at another portrait on the table, the woman in the painting resembles me seven to eight times, her eyes widen slightly, wanting to look more carefully, wanting to confirm the doubts in her heart.

"Does Shang'er feel that the woman in this painting is very similar to you?"

He smiled seductively, looked at me, but seemed to be recalling something through me, his thoughts drifted away.

"The woman in this painting was Princess Xueshang who was famous in Yanjing back then, the younger sister of the king's father, the aunt of the king..."

I looked at him puzzled, the woman in this painting was clearly the mother in my memory, how could it be his aunt?

Mother is obviously just the daughter of an ordinary family, how could she be the famous Princess Xueshang back then?
Seeing my puzzled eyes, he laughed mockingly.Gently raised my chin, and said slowly: "In this way, Shang'er should be my cousin. Cousin...is really a disgusting word!"

"My king hates you, how can I not hate you? Forget about my aunt back then, why did you get involved 11 years ago and completely ruined my happiness? If there is no picture of a beauty, maybe my father will My mother and concubine will live a life of respect as a guest, and I will at least have superficial happiness. But why draw that picture? Even the last happiness will be destroyed?"

His hands suddenly tightened and pinched my shoulders, his handsome face twitched a little, his cold eyes haunted me, empty and lifeless.

I stared blankly at him, his painful face, resentful eyes, lonely pain, hoarse cry.

Listening to him gritting his teeth, sentence by sentence, telling the story that made him feel pain and hate.

My mother is not the daughter of an ordinary family, she is Lian Chengzhi's aunt, the princess Xueshang who was famous in the capital.

A forbidden love, a love that cannot be tolerated by the world, ultimately destroys the happiness of countless people.

His mother's name was Lian Chengyi, she was intelligent and beautiful since she was a child, and she was even more beautiful when she grew up.

No one can control the feelings that shouldn't be touched, Lian Chengjie actually fell in love with his half-sister.

My father is not a big businessman, he is the son of the former prime minister of Shengyan.

(End of this chapter)