Queen Juan is here, run away

Chapter 290 Dreaming Mind
In the cold and gloomy side hall, the windows were closed, and the woman on the sickbed slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing her waking up, the court lady dragged her up, her face anxious: "Don't pretend to be dead, when Long Live Lord arrives later, if you lose your dignity, I will be killed by you."

Speaking of which, the court lady rudely pulled the woman to sit in front of the bronze mirror on the dressing table, and combed her hair in a panic.

Lihua was exhausted, her thoughts were chaotic, and she looked at the bronze mirror with a drowsy head.

Seeing that the woman in the bronze mirror has a sick face, her face is pale, her brows are sullen, and her scalp hurts from being combed by the maid, she is stubborn and silent, as if she is used to it.

When Lihua saw the woman in the bronze mirror, it seemed that it took her a while to understand what the maid said.

Then, Lihua heard herself saying with difficulty: "Aunt Li, could I have made a mistake, why did Long Live Lord come here?"

There was inexplicable panic in his tone.

The court lady who called Aunt Li was full of resentment: "I was looking for you, and I have suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck, so I was put on a master like you, and I was demoted to this ghostly place that is not as good as the cold palace with you. Now it's good, An Sheng is not going to live!" After the law has passed, I don’t know if there is still life.”

As he spoke, he seemed to be filled with hatred, and pulled the hair in his hand vigorously.

Lihua frowned in pain, and when she saw the woman in the bronze mirror, she also frowned, clenching her teeth tightly.

A thought came to her chaotically, is this woman her?
where is this place?
Lihua began to notice the surrounding environment. The side hall seemed to be the west side hall of Ting Liyuan, but the layout was very dilapidated and simple, and it was extremely strange.

Many things were covered with dust and hadn't been cleaned and tidied up for a long time, and there was a musty smell mixed with bitter medicine in the air.

In the hall, there is a pot of charcoal fire that is about to go out, slowly emitting the remaining choking smoke.

The master here is obviously having a bad time.

Aunt Li who combed her hair was cursing and her words were full of meanness.

At this moment, noisy footsteps came from a distance outside.

A eunuch sang and shouted: "Long live God is here!"

Aunt Li suddenly became nervous, Liao Liao brushed Li Hua's hair hastily, then hurriedly searched for a coat and came over.

The coat was washed white and old, and there were crooked stitches and patches in a few places.

Lihua heard herself asking nervously again, "Aunt Li, what is Long Live Lord doing here, what am I, what am I going to do? What did you mean when you said there was no life?"

Aunt Li frantically put the coat on Li Hua's body. When she heard the words, her face became ferocious and ferocious, and she said in a low voice, "Don't you think it's a good thing? Your Wu family has committed a serious crime. Why do you think Long Live Lord is here?"

There was a rumble in Lihua's head, she heard footsteps outside getting closer, and someone stopped in front of the door.

Immediately afterwards, several eunuchs rushed in quickly, dragged her from left to right, and walked out.

Lihua was only half covered with her coat, her hands were chapped with chilblains, and she looked in a miserable state.

She was like driftwood, with no strength in her body, and she was dragged out of the door in a daze. Behind her was a cry of fear and begging for mercy: "I can't do anything about this slave girl. I made Wu promise a long time ago. She just can't afford it. Now the imperial court is disrespectful." -"

The voice behind him stopped abruptly, and someone was gagged.

Lihua was forced to kneel on the ground, and there was a tall figure in front of her.

Lihua felt that figure was very familiar, and tried to look up to see who it was, but was held down hard and couldn't move.

At this moment, the world was as quiet as suffocating.

The next moment, the person in front of him stretched out his hand, squeezed her chin and raised it, and looked at her with cold eyes.

Lihua was in a trance for a while, the person in front of her with sword eyebrows and starry eyes was unparalleled in handsomeness, her appearance was very familiar, but her expression was very cold and strange.

Lihua wants to ask, is this in a dream?
Why does the evildoer seem to not know her.

No, it doesn't seem to be an evildoer, an evildoer would not look at her like this.

Lihua wanted to ask the person in front of her to confirm, but she couldn't make any sound, and her body was not under her control.

The person in front of him couldn't hide the disgust and coldness in his eyes, he let go of her, and took the handkerchief handed over by the eunuch next to him to wipe his hands.

"Take it to the execution ground and let Wu Dingbang see the little daughter he misses the most, so that he can teach him to close his eyes."

The eunuch next to him asked: "Long Live Lord, Wu Xu's appearance is not good, do you think the servants want to redress her?"

The mouth corners of the person in front of him slowly curled up, with a cruel and bloodthirsty gentle smile: "No need, that's what I want Wu Dingbang and his relatives to see."

After speaking, he threw away the handkerchief in his hand, turned around and strode away without looking back.

Lihua was suddenly icy cold, only felt cold, very cold, fear, suffocation and despair came in waves.

She seems to feel that these emotions are not hers, but the owner of this body.

Lihua didn't know why she had such an idea, she only knew that she was full of despair and fear.

When the picture changed, the cold wind was bleak, the young and old of the Wu family knelt neatly on the execution ground, and the executioner stood sideways with a ghost knife in his hand.

When Lihua saw the Wu family members kneeling, and seeing her coming, her lifeless face immediately became agitated, both happy and sad.

The joy is that she can see her before she dies, but the sadness is that the family reunion is on the execution ground.

A middle-aged woman asked with concern: "Li'er, my Li'er, why are you so haggard, are you sick?
Immediately afterwards, she cried out in despair: "Mother, I'm sorry, I can't help you with anything, how will you live alone in this world..."

A middle-aged man shouted anxiously: "Li'er, why are you here? Go away, listen to your father and don't look at it, be good, go back where you came from. Come on, let her go, what am I doing?" I admit it, but please don’t let my little daughter see it.”

Some people suppressed their fear, smiled uglier than crying, pretending to be free and easy to comfort: "Little sister, don't be afraid, everyone is mortal, sooner or later, brother is not afraid of anything, just listen to daddy and don't watch."

The young and old of the Wu family shouted and cried bitterly, worried about her every sentence, and told her to go quickly, the grief was accompanied by boundless despair.

At this time, a urging voice sounded: "The time has come, execution!"

"Li'er/little sister, don't look, close your eyes." The Wu family roared, uttering their final mournful cry.

Lihua is like a wandering soul, watching all this helplessly.

A stream of warm blood splashed onto her body and face, Lihua's eyes were bright red, and at some point her face was covered with tears, mixed with the splashed blood.

Lihua suddenly understood that the emperor's intention was to let the Wu family die in peace.

The Wu family loves their youngest daughter very much. Seeing that the youngest daughter is in a state of desperation, her life in the palace is very bad, and she can't die in peace.

They were even more afraid of letting their youngest daughter see the scene of their execution. They were afraid that the horrific and desperate scene would disturb her soul every day, and they would have no peace for the rest of their lives.

How cruel the emperor is...

As soon as the screen turned, he was already back in the palace, and the whole screen was as dark as a dark red blood.

The oppressive and gloomy atmosphere of despair tightly enveloped the pear blossoms.

Lihua saw that she was holding a white silk in her skinny hand, throwing it to the beam with great effort, the sleeve slipped off, and her arms were covered with bruises and bruises.

(End of this chapter)