now Thousands of years ago, at the gate of the prime minister in the capital of Dayin A woman's body is tied to a pole The clothes on her body were already in tatters, and her exposed wrists and ankles were red with iron chains.
Her hair hangs down in a mess, and her appearance cannot be seen clearly.
"thirsty" She murmured, her chapped lips opening and closing.
"You soiled the second lady's clothes when you wanted to drink water, and I won't let you drink the urine," the servant next to me scolded.
He was stopped by another servant: "Don't be like this, the third lady wants to drink water, of course we have to satisfy it."
As soon as she finished speaking, a bucket of ice water was poured on her head, freezing her to the bone.
Laughter resounded one after another: "Miss Third, I gave you some water, so drink it, hehe."
"You are a loser, but you still have the nerve to chase the fourth prince all day long."
"Even if there is a marriage contract, the fourth prince will not marry this loser."
The woman who was hung was none other than the good-for-nothing third lady of Prime Minister Dayin's family.
Ice water flowed down her messy hair, and her chapped lips were bitten tightly.
She had been listening to these words since she was a child, and she did not dare to refute them.
She could not refute them, as it would cause even greater ridicule.
Ever since she was reduced from a peerless genius to a waste, she had been reviled and bullied for many years.
She thought she was used to it, but she didn't expect that it would still hurt like a needle prick when it passed into her ears again.
"Sister Qianjue" The extremely beautiful woman walked over.
She seemed very surprised when she saw her, and her eyes immediately filled with pity: "Why is my sister tied up here?
Please put her down quickly."
She is the second young lady Wenren Xuexi that the servants just mentioned, a talented woman with the highest reputation in the capital.
People say that the second young lady of the family has a beautiful nose and a sandalwood mouth.
She is good at playing chess, calligraphy and painting.
She only has a fairy-like appearance.
What is even more rare is the heart of a Bodhisattva.
"Sister Xue Xi" When Wenren Qianjue saw that she was loosened, she instinctively thought that her rescuer was coming.
She stretched out her hands exhausted, wanting to hug her.
But she didn't see the poisonous look in Wenren Xuexi's eyes.
"Does it hurt, sister?"
She opened her arms to hug Wenren Qianjue, who fell from the pillar, with heartache in her eyes.
After hugging her, where no one saw it, that flowery face suddenly turned sinister and vicious.
Twisting his fingers, a needle was revealed He whispered in her ear in a voice that only two people could hear: "As a waste, don't cling to the fourth prince.
Sister, you are an eyesore."
The silver needle in his hand pierced Wenren Qianjue's chest fiercely.
"ah" Wenren Qianjue felt pain and pushed her away.
The pain from where the chest was stabbed was unbearable.
Her eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe it.
"pain" Wenren Xuexi fell to the ground and rubbed her waist aggrievedly.
Tears welled up in her eyes: "Sister Qianjue, what have you done wrong?
You want to do this to me?"
Behind her, a majestic figure stood there.
The man in a brocade robe was tall and tall, his handsome face was like the sun shining against his face.
Under his smooth forehead, his nose was high, and his eyes looked at Wenren Qianjue with incomparable indifference.
In addition to indifference, there is also disgust It turns out that this is a play, performed for the fourth prince Baili Chuchen.
In panic, she raised her head, looked at the man she had admired since childhood, and tried her best to explain: "It's not her." snap A slap hit her face, causing burning pain.
The maid next to Wenren Xuexi rubbed her sore hand and snorted coldly: "Second Miss is kind enough to help you but you push her down with bad intentions.
A poisonous woman is a poisonous woman."
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"enough" Baili Chuchen finally couldn't help but speak
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