Your majesty, Empress Xianyu doesn't want to leave the cold palace

Chapter 701 Burn Out
"People like you are used to selfishness,

And always use a high-sounding reason as an excuse,

You are unkind to my mother,
How could it be better for Qian Shi?
Not to mention pandan,

Oh, I almost forgot, you may have a little sincerity towards Feng Zhenzhen,
It's a pity that Feng Zhenzhen treats you like a shoe. "

Liu Wanwan slowly squatted down in front of him,

"Father, tell me, will this be your retribution,
Those who abandon others will eventually be abandoned by others.

Look, who is left by your side now? "

"It's you, it's you, it's you,"

Liu Heting recalled everything that had happened since Liu Wanrou returned to Liu's house, and the hand pointing at her trembled effortlessly, but he couldn't believe it.
"You did all this?
You... what good will it do you for you to do this! "

The Liu family is destroyed, what good will it do her!
"You guys forced me to do this!"

Liu Wanrou smiled foolishly, broken tears swirled in her eyes, stubbornly refusing to fall,

Every word that came out pierced my heart, I approached him, stared into his eyes, and asked,

"Why, now, do you think life is difficult?

what about me?
At the beginning, I just wanted to live an ordinary life, who among you has fulfilled me?

I am cautious, dare not make mistakes, dare not cause trouble,
What I saw in the Liu Mansion for many years was the faces of Qian Shi and Liu Wanwan, and I lived a life under the fence.

Facing Qian's hypocrisy and Liu Wanwan's making things difficult, I can bear it. I didn't let you worry about it.
Because I thought, I always have a father, and my father will always treat me well,

But what am I waiting for?What am I waiting for!
I respect you, but what about you, what have you brought me?
Just because I'm patient, just because I'm weak, just because I didn't fight, just because I didn't calculate, so I deserve to die?You deserve to be treated like this!

Father, ask yourself, have I ever done something to be sorry to you in the past?

But you!what did you do to me
You despise me and forsake me,
When others humiliate me, you also trample on me,
You can treat me as family one day! "

The flames of anger are too strong.

Under Liu Wanrou's pressing questions, Liu Heting retreated step by step in panic, and finally had no way to retreat.

Liu Wanrou looked at Liu Heting's retreating appearance, and sneered when her shoulders shrugged, with the strong hatred in her eyes,
"Why do I have to endure and forgive everything you have done to me,
Why do you push me to the bottom, and I have to bear it alone,
I just want you to taste the bottom of life.

I've had enough of lingering,
The embarrassing pain I have endured, I will also let you experience it one by one. "

Liu Heting was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.

And Liu Wanrou's gouged out look was heartless to the end,
"Father, don't you know that there is always reincarnation in the world?

Since my father always said I was disobedient, then I will disobey to the end this time! "

Liu Heting's chest rose and fell violently, and his breathing became more and more rapid and difficult. He reached out to beg Liu Wanrou, pray,
"It's my father who is wrong, it's... my father is not good,

You, you give the antidote to your father, and in the future... in the future, your father will treat you well. "

Liu Wanrou talked to herself,

"No chance,
There will never be a future. "

Liu Wanrou pushed his hand away, sarcastically,
"To this day, does father still think that there is a chance to stand up?"

She smiled, "Daughter thought, you should thank her,
Otherwise, you may not be able to have this ease until the emperor's decree of punishment comes down. "

Liu Heting was so angry that he spat out blood suddenly. He had something to say in his heart, but he couldn't say it. He rolled his eyes and fell down on his back.

When Liu Wanrou came out of the main courtyard, she heard the sound of the pipa first.

Feng Zhenzhen plucked the strings of the pipa, the melody became more and more cheerful, after the song was over, she turned her head and smiled at Liu Wanrou,
"Unexpectedly, under your weak appearance, you really have a cruel and merciless side.
I have to admire you. "

Liu Wanrou didn't speak, and didn't pay attention to her sarcasm.

Feng Zhenzhen got up, turned towards Liu Wanrou's direction, and said solemnly,

"Master wants to see you."

**
In the evening, Liu Wanrou returned to her yard.

As the sun sets, warm radiance remains in the sky, and the oblique shadows are elongated.

Liu Wanrou stood under the pear tree, raised her hand and touched the low-hanging branches.

A rain knocked down the pear blossoms.

Scattered into mud and dust.

There are waves of pain in the abdomen, and there is always a fishy and sweet taste in the throat.

She knew her time was up.

A figure was reflected in the water, Liu Wanrou looked at the reflection in the water.

Facing the water and taking pictures of flowers, after all, it is a solitary self-admiration.

She looked at the sparkling water and thought of the conversation just now.

The man stood in front of her with the edge of his umbrella lowered so that no one could see his face.

His voice made it impossible to hear his anger.

He said, "You ruined my move."

She responded with a wry smile, she was exhausted physically and mentally, no matter how difficult it was,
"What you have to do, I can't help you."

There was a moment of silence in the air, the umbrella was spinning in the air, the man turned around, the edge of the umbrella was slightly raised, revealing his sharp outline.

Liu Wanrou was slightly startled when she heard his voice,

"He won't be grateful, won't care, and won't remember you."

Liu Wanrou moved the corners of her lips, feeling boundless bitterness in her heart,
"I know."

She just... doesn't want to see his disgusted eyes.

She could not care about everyone, but she couldn't care about him.

She thought that if she hurt someone he cared about, he should hate her.

Looking down at the light white flowers embroidered on the skirt.

She suddenly smiled again.

She thought again, maybe... there will be no hatred...

Hatred is born of love.

He never cared about her.

In his world, she has never existed.

There was a heat in the nose, and warm liquid flowed out.

Liu Wanrou raised her hand to wipe away, and her fingertips were scarlet.

The blood flowed more and more, and the body hurt more and more, but the pain was so extreme that all the feelings faded away.

A drop of blood fell and landed on the hem of her dress, just in time for the embroidery on the hem of her skirt.

The originally white flowers were stained red and became wet.

As the night fell, the candles lit up immediately. Liu Wanrou held the lamp and watched the flames lick the window curtain little by little, and the temperature gradually rose.

Speaking of which, everything he did to Forsythia was out of unwillingness.

She has never been favored by him, but Lianqiao has got everything.

Jealousy starts from the heart, and evil grows from the gut, no matter what, I can't bear it.

But what really hurt her was his attitude.

No one in this world will remember her.

If she dies, it's best not to leave anything behind.

She didn't want anyone else to dispose of her body.

She has had enough of others' indifference and gossip in her life,

After her death, she will never pay attention to those people's eyes or hear those words again.

She wants to stay where she belongs forever.

That night, a fire broke out in Liu's house in the capital.

The fire raged all night, and by the next day everything was burned to ashes.

There was a lot of discussion in Beijing, saying that Liu's house had suddenly caught fire for some reason last night, and the fire was so intense that it couldn't be extinguished no matter what.

It is unbearable to sigh that a good mansion turned into ruins overnight.

During the discussion, it was mentioned inadvertently that since the fire started, no one has been seen running out of it.

After the fire, I have never seen the master and lady in the house.

Thinking about it... probably died in the fire.

(End of this chapter)