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Chapter 121 Hate

After a long silence, there was a burst of thunderous applause in the hall.

"I have always heard that Miss Pianruo is extremely talented, and her cultivation speed is as fast as ten thousand miles in a day, which is beyond the reach of others. I never thought that Miss Pianruo is a true beauty and wisdom. This Guqin player can only be said to be in the sky. How often do you hear it in the world?"

"The music is good, the lyrics are good, Miss Pianruo, she really deserves the name of a talented woman."

"Beautiful, kind-hearted, talented and gifted, is it possible that Miss Pianruo is uniquely blessed and favored by heaven? Otherwise, you have taken all the good ones?"

"Such a wonderful person, if someone marries back home and becomes a wife in the future, it will be a blessing for that family!"

Everyone spoke highly of Pianruo.

Pianruo didn't think there was anything to be proud of, she was quietly observing everyone's emotions.

Regarding Yan Xi's indignation, Pianruo felt that it was not surprising that she would show such a look of wishing to eat her alive.

What made her feel strange was Shangguan Pianwu.

Maybe it was because she hid it well enough, even though she never smiled, Pianruo couldn't feel any unhappiness from her body.

She is not unhappy?

why?
There are several possibilities.

First, she doesn't care that Pianruo is in the limelight at the moment.

Second, she still has back tricks.

The queen was more and more satisfied with Pianruo, and ordered to reward Pianruo with many rare treasures, silk and satin. Pianruo got up to thank her, and then returned to her seat with anxiety.

She has been thinking about what Shangguan Pianwu has to do next.

After Pianruo, the atmosphere in the hall became really lively, and noble ladies got up to perform one after another.

It's just that no one dances, and no one plays the piano.

Xie Anwan stood up first and played a piece of pipa. Afterwards, some people recited poems, played the flute and Xiao, or wrote and painted. In short, no one performed the same talent.

Until the end of the banquet, Pianruo didn't wait for Shangguan Pianwu's last move.

Huh?It's getting weirder, isn't it?

With something on her mind, Pianruo seemed to have a tight heart.

Shangguan Pianrou walked beside Pianruo, frowning lightly and asked, "Second Sister, what's wrong with you? Is there something uncomfortable?"

Pianruo shook her head, seeing that there was no one behind her except for a few servant girls and court ladies, she asked in surprise, "Where is Shangguan Pianwu?"

"Her?" Shangguan Pianrou twitched the corners of her lips, her tone was indescribably cold, "I was called to Kunning Palace just now by the empress."

Kunning Palace.

After the palace banquet, the palace people of Kunning Palace arranged the queen's bedtime arrangements in an orderly manner.

According to the usual practice, His Majesty will also stay at Kunning Palace tonight.

His Majesty's favorite ambergris was lit in the palace, and a few fresh water lilies were picked and placed in the crystal bottle tributed from Binhai Kingdom. It was really beautiful.

The queen took off the phoenix crown on her head and let the maid comb her hair.

Shangguan Pianwu sat beside her quietly, she didn't talk much, the queen didn't talk, and she couldn't find a topic to chat with.

There are some things that are not yet time to ask, even if she asks, the queen may not say it.

Since you know you won't get an answer, you might as well not ask.

"You seem to have changed a lot."

The queen looked at Shangguan Pianwu, with tiny drops of water in her eyes.

There were fine wrinkles on her graceful and luxurious face. For ten years, Shangguan Pianwu had become a slim girl, and she was also beginning to age.

Years, never favor anyone.

"Did you know? You look very much like your mother in red clothes. I saw you from a distance in the training ground that day, and I recognized you at a glance."

Shangguan Pianwu tightly pursed her lips, her plump lips showed a standard diamond shape, like a crabapple flower dyed red, which set off her cool temperament.

"Sorry, I don't remember what my mother looks like anymore."

Shangguan Pianwu seldom mentions her mother, for the woman who can ruthlessly abandon her, no matter how prominent her status is, it is still a wound in her heart that is already bleeding.

If the carrion cannot be removed, the wound will not heal.

A rout wound left her supposedly young and vigorous heart riddled with holes and dying.

The queen stretched out her hand, trying to grab Shangguan Pianwu and put it on her legs, but Shangguan Pianwu easily avoided those hands that were tightly clenched into fists.

Those hands, which were well maintained, with precious gemstones on them, paused in the air in pain, and shook violently, before they were clenched into empty fists and retracted angrily.

"Do you hate me very much?"

The queen looked at Shangguan Pianwu, with tears in her eyes.

What kind of mentality did Shangguan Pianwu, who was only 14 years old, regard her as the last straw to save his life?

At that time, she tried her best to help her personal maid, Daiman, to sneak out of Duke Huguo's mansion, go to the gate of the palace, and deliver a letter to the queen.

That letter, in the most humble tone, expressed the fear in her heart, her helplessness, and she begged the queen so much, asking her to plead with His Majesty not to expel her.

But what about the queen?
Not only did she not help her, but instead sent someone to send Daiman back to Duke Huguo's mansion, Shangguan Zhanhai deliberately killed Daiman in front of her.

That year, Daiman was only 13 years old, and she had a sisterly relationship with her that transcended master and servant, and just like that, she withered alive in front of her.

She saw Daiman's pain with her own eyes, and heard Daiman's cry with her own ears, but there was nothing she could do.

Really, nothing can be done.

It was a past that Shangguan Pianwu never wanted to recall.

During the period when she was just deported to Qinghe Town, whenever she closed her eyes, she would see the way Daiman looked at her for the last time.

So helpless, so powerless, so painful, and so...disappointed.

Daiman was disappointed in her, and she was even more disappointed in herself.

So, when the queen asked her, "Do you hate?", the only word that stuck in her throat was hate.

How can you not hate?
But what about hate?
Before the ability to investigate the truth of the year and the ability to take revenge, even if it is hatred, it can only be endured.

"You are the queen, and your courtiers are nothing more than a piece of grass, how dare you hate me?"

"Pianwu, you never talked to me like this before."

"In the past, I didn't know that in this world, the people who I thought loved me the most and could protect me all their lives would leave me, from my mother to you."

The queen's graceful peony-like face suddenly showed a painful expression. She covered her face and wept, but Shangguan Pianwu remained indifferent.

She still has a lot of things to do, no time, here to listen to her cry.

Shangguan Pianwu got up, and said indifferently: "If the empress is fine, then the minister will go back. No matter how late, I am afraid that the carriage in the official mansion will not wait for the minister."

This sentence, she said very mockingly.

Look, this is her now, she wants to see even the face of the last coach driver in the mansion.

How could she have the extra energy to think about such illusory things as 'hate'?

　If you say add more, you will add more. If you don’t give the author’s saved manuscript to my little ones, who else can you give it to? ?

　　Do you think so? ?Covering your mouth and snickering...

　　
　
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