Empress is a black heart lotus

Chapter 15 How come you have such a good appetite in the palace?
Murong Hua took off the bracelet from her hand and put it on Murong Xin's wrist: "Mother, don't worry about your second sister, she is still young."

Shangguanyi's complexion improved a bit, but his voice was still as cold as ice: "I will learn from your eldest sister, and then see what kind of virtue I have!"

"Okay, ma'am, don't say a few words. Hua'er, look at the jewelry in the box and see what else you like. Even if you wear it, your mother can't wear so much."

Murong Hua smiled softly: "Thank you, father."

He was carried back to the room by the man to rest.

Almost the moment the door was closed, Murong Wan got off the man, took a few steps, ran to the coffee table, and ate a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Seeing her wolfing down, the man had deep brows and pursed his thin lips: "Why didn't you see such a good appetite in the palace?"

"The palace is the palace, every move will be offended, but the house is different. These things were my favorites, and I may not be able to taste them for hundreds of years." Saying something slipped, Murong Wan stopped in time.

He looked at the emperor with a bad face.

She put down the little osmanthus cake left, scratched her head, and walked towards the man: "What's wrong?"

"They treated you slowly?"

Hearing this, Murong Wan shrugged slightly: "It's the difference between a concubine and a concubine, but our Murong Mansion is quite special. The daughter of a concubine grows up under the blessing of a stepmother, but I am different. I grew up in the eyes of my stepmother."

The man's handsome face was tense: "Just now you said that your father beat you, is it true?"

"Ah."

Murong Wan was very aggrieved, nodded heavily, and rolled up his sleeves to show him a small half of his slender white arms.

It was as white as a piece of beautiful jade, and no scars were seen.

Not seeing any other expressions in the emperor's eyes, Murong Wan reacted, put down his sleeves resentfully, and laughed awkwardly: "It's wrong, it's not this, it's this."

She lifted the other arm to show him.

A whip mark that is neither deep nor shallow.

The emperor's eyes deepened.

Murong Wan quickly lowered her arms, and continued: "There are still on the back, but men and women are different, so I won't show it to you—" "Tear——" a sound.

Murong Wan let out a scream, realizing that something had been torn to pieces.

Shy and anxious, she covered her face and lay on the man's lap: "What are you doing?"

"let me see."

As soon as the man finished speaking, her whole body was turned around again. There were many shallow and deep whip marks densely packed on her white back, some of which were just scarred, while others were still fresh, as if they had just been beaten.

The man's big hand was cold, and it fell on her scarred back, trembling.

Those dark and deep eyes are scarier than sharp swords.

Crimson and bloodthirsty.

The man's eyes were too scary, staring at her back naked.

I think she is still a big girl with yellow flowers, just being stared at by the man, although the man has no distracting thoughts.
Murong Wan remembered, but the man held her down, she couldn't get up, so she could only stretch her hand towards the base of her thigh dawdly: "There are still scars on it, why don't I take off my pants." The big hand on her body shook, and immediately, the weight on her body disappeared.

Murong Wan grabbed the gap and quickly got up from his lap.

The clothes on the back are all torn, and the back is exposed, which is very funny.

Murong Wan looked at the man's gaze full of sorrow: "I hate it, can you take off his clothes to see it? It's tearing and pulling. Why are you so violent!"

(End of this chapter)