pungent peasant girl

Chapter 347

Hearing Dong'er's words, Meng Qianyan almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Say, what did you say!"

Dong'er shrank her neck, "It's not what the servant said."

"Who is that?!"

She looked at Luo Ying.

Luoying also shook her head again and again, "Princess, this servant doesn't know anything!"

"Then, who did you hear that I was on the son-in-law's body?"

Meng Qianyan repeated this sentence, his lungs were about to explode.

At the same time, a strong sense of shame.

"We don't know either. Anyway, many people outside are spreading the word."

"Hateful, it's midnight, you don't sleep, what are you doing here?"

Meng Qianyan was angry and annoyed.

Now, being discussed like this, how can she face the big guy in the consort's mansion?

"Princess, if it's okay, let's go down first." Dong'er said tremblingly.

"Okay, let's go down."

What else can Meng Qianyan say, the next time Luo Ziyan falls asleep outside, no matter what, he has to wake him up. At this moment, his heart softens, which leads to, alas——

The whole afternoon, Meng Qianyan huddled in the dormitory.

She reckoned that the servants would stop talking if they were tired of talking about it.

Fifteen palaces.

The door was closed.

Mo Yan sat on the chair with dark eyes.

Qiying stood beside him with hands down.

"My lord, what should we do? Now Qingrong's side concubine is on death row."

Mo Yan murmured, "Father said that she will be stripped of her status as a concubine, demoted to a commoner, and wait for her punishment. Wait for her punishment, which means that this matter is not really over yet."

"My lord, my concubine probably won't tell you out?"

Mo Yan shook his head, "I don't know. At critical times, no one in this world can be relied upon. What's more, Mo Yun and the others are still staring at us. Although Father doesn't want to kill people, but in order to bring us down, Mo Yun will definitely kill us in Qingrong." He worked hard on him."

"We want to save the princess, or—" Qiying made an unbearable gesture.

"Qiying, you find a way to arrange it, the king wants to see Qingrong."

"Yes, my subordinates will do it immediately."

In the dead of night, the air is stuffy and rotten.

Qing Rong huddled in the corner of the cell, his eyes were full of fear.

She has been pampered and pampered for many years, when has she ever been in such a situation.

Not far away, there are still some prisoners who have committed serious crimes.

They had been locked up for a long time, and they screamed and screamed at every turn.

Her body was shaking with fright.

The emperor wants to strip her of her noble status and demote her to a commoner.

The common people are without status, the lowest class of people.

From then on, she was no longer the concubine of the Fifteenth Prince's House, but also a shame to the Lai family.

The Lai family won't recognize her, will they?

What about the inkstone?

Will save her?

Would he still blame himself for his reckless exposure?

There was deep sadness in her eyes.

She leaned against the corner, tears rolling down drop by drop.

It's dark and gloomy here, there are no windows, and I don't know what time it is.

She really hoped that Mo Yan could come to see her and come to rescue her.

"Qing Rong."

A familiar voice rang above his head, and Qing Rong raised his head for a moment.

She staggered to her feet and rushed to the railing.

"My lord! My lord!"

Mo Yan stood outside the cell with his hands behind his back, the light in the cell was dim, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"My lord."

"Qing Rong."

Qing Rong began to cry, her hands stretched through the gap in the railing, and tightly hugged Mo Yan's arm.

"My lord, I miss you so much, and I am so scared. This place is too scary. I don't want to be here."

Mo Yan freed up a hand and grabbed Qingrong's hand, "This king knows, don't be afraid."

"My lord, I didn't mean to mess around. I just hate Meng Qianyan. I don't like to see you touching other women. I didn't expect things to turn out like this."

While crying, Qingrong was talking in a nonchalant manner.

Mo Yan stroked the back of her hand and patted her lightly, "I know that you have always liked me, to the point where you are jealous of my other women, and you have even done it many times."

"My lord knows?"

Mo Yan nodded.

"Then will the prince blame the concubine?"

"will not."

"But now, the concubine has made things like this, which has caused the House of Fifteen Princes to suffer. My lord, what should the concubine do?"

Qing Rong looked at Mo Yan eagerly.

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the lights on the wall suddenly lit up for a moment.

And at this moment, she saw Mo Yan's expression clearly.

His expression was dark and cold.

She was a little scared.

"My lord."

"Qing Rong, we have been together for many years."

"Yes."

"You know this king, what this king wants is the throne. This king doesn't want to, it's because someone in the world is threatening this king." Mo Yan said: "Mo Yun is already eyeing you, do you understand? It took a lot of effort for this king to come in and see you."

Qingrong frowned, "My lord, why don't I understand what you want to say."

"Qingrong, the matter has come to this point, and this king is powerless to save you. If you are alive, Mo Yun and Luo Ziyan will not let you go."

Qingrong was shocked, "My lord, lord, do you want me to die?"

"Are you going to be in danger or are you?"

Qing Rong subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

But Mo Yan had already clamped her wrist.

"My lord, I don't want to die."

"Qingrong, you said that you love me the most in your life and are willing to do everything for me." Mo Yan's tone was soft.

Qingrong felt a sharp pain in his heart.

She already knew what kind of person Mo Yan was.

He wants her dead, which is too in line with his style of conduct.

How could he stay once he threatened his people?
She also hoped that he would save her.

It was she who was fantasizing.

A great sadness filled the air, and Qing Rong slowly fell silent.

"My lord, it's easy for you to know each other since we were young. We made our marriage contract when we were eight years old. I will be 24 this year. It will be 18 years. 18 years, my lord."

Qingrong's voice was trembling, and two lines of tears rolled down, "My lord, I have admired you for 18 years, and now you want me to die, I have nothing to say."

"Qingrong, after you die, this king will not treat you badly."

"Hehe, everyone is dead, so what if you treat them badly?"

Qing Rong sucked in his nose.

"My lord, do it."

Mo Yan raised his hand and pulled a hairpin from Qingrong's head.

He grasped the hairpin with her hand.

Then he stabbed straight into her chest.

Qingrong was in pain, "My lord."

"Qing Rong, let's go."

"My lord." Qingrong's eyes suddenly felt unwilling, she stared deeply at Mo Yan, "I have admired you for 18 years and married you for eight years. After all these years, there is one thing I can't understand. My lord, you Have you ever liked me?"

Mo Yan's shoulder paused, and he hesitated, "I liked it, I really liked it, I will always remember when we got married, you smiled and told me that you are from the Fifteenth Palace."

Qingrong smiled slowly, "Hehe, if you like it, then it's good, my sacrifice and waiting are worth it."

Qingrong slowly let go of his hand, and staggered back to the corner.

The hairpin on her chest pierced her heart, and she opened her mouth with difficulty, "My lord, I won't live long, you can go."

Mo Yan took two steps back, glanced at Qing Rong again, then turned and left.

Mo Yan's figure got farther and farther away until he couldn't see it anymore.

Qingrong's tears fell down in big ones.

She held the end of the hairpin with her hand, and then pulled it out abruptly.

In an instant, blood flowed.

(End of this chapter)