captive skylark

Chapter 171 Does it hurt?

Zhao Qingqing regrets the matter even now, "If I had known this, I shouldn't have given you Luohui and Fennel."

Back then Yunxi only said that she was tossing and turning at night and couldn't sleep peacefully. Seeing that there were a lot of spices and herbs in her room, she asked for some, saying that they were made into sachets and hung on the tent to smoke the room.

No one could have imagined that she could come up with such a sinister way to harm herself.

After hearing this, Yunxi looked up at her, "Don't you hate me?"

Wives and concubines of the same man should be hostile to each other.

"What do I hate you for?" Zhao Qingqing looked at the teacup in her hand, lowered her resentful eyes, and sighed softly, "Without you, there would be others. He always wants to take concubines to take over the house, Could it be that I still want to be a couple with him for the rest of my life?"

She was a girl who grew up reading "The Female Ring" and "Internal Training" in the boudoir, and she also learned the demeanor of a dignified and generous mistress without jealousy or resentment.

From the day she reached Jiji, she knew what kind of life she would live in the future.

If the married man treats him considerately and the marriage is harmonious, then he will recite poems and paint pictures, live a life of gambling books and tea, and take care of his husband and children until his birthday.

If it's not good, it's nothing more than a waste of flowers and no one to collect them. The newcomers will never hear the old ones cry.

But she will still be jealous or complain.

When her heart is full of joy and her eyes are full of him, it's just a skirt in the carriage, a little bit of rouge on the sleeve can make her think about it for a long time.

Sometimes she secretly rejoices that the man she is going to marry is so unparalleled that she falls in love with her.

But all of this finally disappeared the moment she learned the truth that day and stayed alone in the vacant room.

She is a girl from an aristocratic family, so she is dignified and dignified, and she can't do the behavior of bluffing and crying in the market.

All bitterness, all resentment, secretly swallowed.

Since then, she has been the head mistress of the Xie Mansion.

Then, it was Xie Heng's wife.

"I'll make the decision in a few days. Let me bring you into the mansion. It's not good to be so unknown." She looked at Yunxi and said.

She listened but shook her head, "I won't go into the mansion."

She would rather have a low status and be looked down upon by others than enter the mansion to be his concubine or his subordinate.

"Why are you bothering?" Zhao Qingqing couldn't help persuading her, "I want to open it up, why don't you want to open it up too? How is life going? You have to fight him, and in the end you can only be the one who is bruised and bruised."

Yunxi is the most exquisite and transparent person, how could he not know this truth.

But she just lowered her eyes and remained silent.

Zhao Qingqing also knew that she couldn't be persuaded, so she put down the teacup, got up and left, but stopped her feet before going out, and left a sentence, "I really envy you."

Her husband is full of joy, and there are people whose eyes are full of joy.

It's just a pity that that person is not me.

At night, Xie Heng finally came.

There was a man sitting heavily beside the bed, looking at Yunxi coldly.Like a falcon staring at its prey, it is vicious and frightening.

She had seen his appearance too much, but she still felt like a pain in her back, and couldn't help but sneered, "Why, I didn't die, so it's not as good as you want? Why don't you simply strangle me now, and it's over."

He really wanted to strangle her to death.

How can there be such a cruel and cold person in the world, in order to make him regret, in order to make him suffer, he will do everything he can, even think of such a way to hurt others and himself.

It's just that I can't be cruel.

In the past few days, he has really tortured her enough.

She was right, there is no more painful punishment than watching one's own flesh and blood die slowly.

Those turbulent eyes gradually calmed down, leaving only the unspeakable sadness and loneliness. He looked at her and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

　good night~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)