Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

What’s called a house leak in the middle of the night rain, this is it.

When I dragged my heavy steps to Luo Meizhai, I just walked up the steps, the door was open, and at a glance I saw Pei Yuanzhang sitting above the main seat, and he seemed to feel something. He looked up and looked He looked at me.

The sharp and cold eyes saw me chilling.

“Green baby, what’s going on with you?”

Yao Yingxue has reprimanded with thin fury: “It’s been so long since your Royal Highness came down to serve you, is your Highness waiting for you?”

“Slavery convicts.”

I made a blessing towards her, and then said to Pei Yuanzhang: “Slave meets His Highness.”

He didn’t look at me, he just sat there coldly. When Yao Yingxue saw this scene, he didn’t have another episode. He just waved his sleeves and said, “I’m not happy to clothe dishes!”

“Yes.”

During the conversation, the steward of the steward had come in with the food container. I hurried forward to open it. The dishes were exquisite. As soon as I opened the lid, I smelled a seductive aroma. One’s end came to the table.

The last box contained a bowl of sour bamboo shoot chicken skin soup. One or two slices of green vegetables floated in the light and light soup. The color was bright and pleasing, but it moved the forefinger. I just wanted to pick it up and listen. The chant whispered, “This is your favorite soup.”

The implication should be in front of Pei Yuanzhang.

I nodded gently, raised the soup bowl, and looked back to see Pei Yuanzhang sitting there, a breath that was strangely close to life. I know he hates me, I’m afraid he doesn’t even want to look at me, and now I have to walk to his side, I’m afraid it will even make him sick.

I gritted my teeth and walked slowly.

Just before putting the soup bowl on the table, he bowed his head subconsciously, and he was looking at me, his cold eyes were like thorns, my heart seemed to be pierced, my hands trembled, and the hot soup was spilled immediately Comes out, the back of the hand is hot and hurts.

it hurts! I hurriedly put down the soup bowl and covered my hands. Yao Yingxue was already angry: “Yue Qingying, how bold you are!”

“His Royal Highness, Madam, please forgive me.”

“You’re getting more and more unruly, Your Highness is here, and you dare–“

Yao Yingxue was so angry that he was pointing at me and scolded, and heard Pei Yuanzhang coldly saying, “Get out!”

I covered my fingers and looked at his indifferent expression. I didn’t even look at him here, as if what had happened had nothing to do with him. Instead, Yao Yingxue saw him cold, and a flash of ecstasy flashed in his eyes. Immediately said: “Not getting out!”

“Slave, retire.”

I lowered my head and hurried out.

There seemed to be a fire burning in the place where my hand was burned by the soup, and there was a blister of water. I leaned on the stone pillar in the garden and looked down at the scars. The tears came out again and fell to my hand.

The hot tears dripped on the hot wound, but it was not difficult to bear.

Maybe the real pain is not there.