my mistress is a scumbag

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And the little eunuch... the imperial father's secret guards found out that night that he made her the bitter gourd soup, dragged him out and directly killed him with a stick.

She didn't know it at the time, but after two days her health improved, and she waited from day to night at the place where they often met on weekdays, only to meet the young eunuch's adoptive father - an old eunuch in the imperial dining room.

The old eunuch is really old, the wrinkles on his face are as fine as creases, and it is even worse when he smiles, he looks like a flower.

And that day the old eunuch's face was even more wrinkled, dry, like a dehydrated old chrysanthemum.

He said: "Little Fuzi said a few days ago that he made some winter melon soup for the child, and was dragged away and beaten to death, and even the body was thrown to the dogs."

After hearing this, she already understood what happened, and wanted to tell the old eunuch, you misheard, what Xiao Fuzi boiled was not winter melon soup but bitter melon soup, and she didn't give it to any children, but to the prince.

But she looked at the old eunuch with tears streaming down her face, who looked like an old eunuch hit by rain, and she still didn't say anything.

It's just that the old eunuch cried too much, even with her so far away, his tears splashed on his face.

She held her face tightly and kept wiping her tears with her sleeves, but her eyes hurt too much and her nose was sore, she couldn't stop, alas, it was all because of the old eunuch crying so hard, it was all because of him , she did not shed any tears.

As the crown prince, how could she shed tears?

It must be the old eunuch's tears streaming down her face.

As she was thinking this way, the old eunuch suddenly looked at her and asked her, "It was my son who died, not yours. Why are you crying?"

Oh, by the way, Xiao Fuzi was the name of that little eunuch. He said he was a lucky person, so his father named him that.

What did she say when she heard it?

Oh yes, she said so.

"What is the blessing? Don't you know that the more you lack something, the more you will name it?"

A prophecy.

But at that time, the bowl of bitter gourd soup, and the tears that flowed to her mouth when she knew that Xiao Fuzi died because of her, did not hear the bitterness of Ye Jinge's death.

It was probably because all the bitter gourds in the imperial dining room were used to make the soup, and I don’t know how long it took, maybe a big pot of water boiled out such a bowl of soup, which was bitter from the tip of the tongue to the bottom of my heart.

It's too bitter, she doesn't want to try it a second time, and God let her be reborn, isn't it just to let her seize the opportunity to change everything?

Ye Jinge was still alive like that, bright and brilliant, with smiles on the corners of his eyes and brows.

She is still alive, she no longer has to worry about stretching out her hand but falling into an empty space, and no longer having to worry about turning around but being disappointed.

But she just hijacked him back to the palace, and before she could do anything, or even take a good look at her, she shattered into pieces in front of her.

She screamed and roared and stretched out her hand, but in the next second she opened her eyes covered in cold sweat, and in front of her was the all-too-familiar bright yellow tent. She got up panting and shouted in panic.

"Jin Ge, Jin Ge, where are you, Jin Ge?!"

But she only saw Yan Qiu who was looking at her in astonishment, and then the dazed prince in her arms.

She froze her body, and slowly, slowly, moved her eyes to her hands.

The hands were scarred and bruised, and the fingers of the right hand were bent unnaturally, looking a little deformed and terrifying.

It was her hand, her real, real hand.

Yan Qiu looked at her, a little uneasy, and asked cautiously: "Is this a dream, Your Majesty? But in the dream, I saw the emperor..."

Yan Qiu fell silent.

Because Xiao Chen in front of her suddenly started crying.

There was no color on her face, her expression was frighteningly empty, two lines of tears were streaming down her face, and the fundus of her eyes was pitch black, looking cloudy and terrifying.

It turned out to be a dream, no wonder.

No wonder she was enthroned in that dream but never met her. No wonder she didn't save her during the Lantern Festival. It turned out to be a big dream. It's ridiculous.

It's ridiculous.

She thought so, but there was no smile on her lips.

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On the second night, Xiao Chen had a dream again, the same as the day before, the dream was so real that she didn't even realize it was a dream in the dream, she approached her with great joy, but when she wanted to confess her heart That's when something goes wrong.

In this dream, Ye Jinge did not remarry, and she died of a fever the day before she wanted to confess.

On the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day... For the next month, she would dream of her every night.

Every dream is similar, she approaches her with joy, and whenever she wants to reveal her heart, she will either marry or die.

When Dali Temple was handling the case, there was a punishment called Ling Chi, which was said to cut off the flesh and blood of a person one by one when he was awake. Xiao Chen had a high status, so naturally he had never seen this, and it was even more impossible to experience it.

But she felt that her current situation was almost the same as Ling Chi's.

It was like this every night, first gave her a piece of candy, then poured her a bowl of bitter gourd soup, and finally took a knife to cut the flesh of her body one by one.

Seeing that she was going to be unable to hold on anymore, she poured another bowl of bitter gourd soup, which woke her up from the bitterness and continued.

Repeatedly, her heart was riddled with sores and festered badly.

It hurts to touch, but she was forced to touch those wounds, festering, pus-blooded, and live maggot wounds. Every time she touched it, even if it was just a light brush, it was a torture for her.

Even breathing hurts, probably that's what it means.

No. On 30 days, Xiao Chen had a dream again.

As usual, she didn't know it was a dream and forgot about the previous 29 days of nightmares.

Her gaze, the point where all her perceptions converged, was on Ye Jinge.

She was wearing a moon-white dress, and she sat on the lotus leaf in the lake with her hair like water-like blue hair.

There is a poem in the past that says the moonlight is like water, the moonlight is like water on top of her head, and the water reflecting the moonlight is underneath her head, and even the black hair is as smooth as water.

When she saw Xiao Chen, she suddenly laughed, her eyebrows and eyes curved into crescent moons, Xiao Chen felt that the moonlight all over the sky probably melted into her eyes.

She smiled, tilted her head suddenly, blinked at her, and then reached out to her.

She is so beautiful, so beautiful that it is even a little unreal, like a ghost in the moon, smiling and stretching out her hand, bewitching you but only wanting your life.

But Xiao Chen knew clearly that she couldn't resist, so she reached out to hold her hand, and then stepped into the lake step by step.

The water immediately overflowed her head, the feeling of suffocation came too quickly, water flowed down her nose, she couldn't breathe anymore, she still looked straight at the people on the water.

She still had such an ignorant expression, as if she had never suffered those injuries, she was so innocent and ignorant of the world, she just looked at it curiously, as if she was wondering why this mortal was crying and laughing at the same time.

Die like this?

She was suddenly a little unwilling, and suddenly dragged him down. She knew that this would probably be of no use to her, but she hoped that before she died, she would die with her in her arms.

You can't sleep together in life, and you can't sleep together in death, so at least let her be with you during the journey before she dies.

But as soon as this thought flashed in her mind, she opened her eyes the next moment, and the familiar tent was still in front of her eyes.

"Your Majesty, can your wish be fulfilled now?"

The abbot of the White Horse Temple stood in front of her bed with a hint of pity on his face.

Xiao Chen remembered what he said in the temple a month ago, his face was pale, but he didn't speak.

"Fool." The abbot sighed, "My old monk's morality is only enough for His Majesty to dream this month, and it will be impossible in the future."

He looked at Xiao Chen with even more pity on his face, "Does Your Majesty still remember those dreams?"