Marrying on your behalf: the abandoned concubine of the cold-faced prince

Chapter 65

Looking at the blood-stained pieces of porcelain, Mo Li hurriedly stepped back and begged, "Miss Xiaohuan, I beg you, please let me go, I will definitely repay you in the future."

Xiaohuan sneered and said: "Bitch, you know how to beg me now, why didn't you remember how I was punished in pain when you hooked up with the prince and you were happy? I'm sorry, don't blame me, blame yourself I don't know how to gouge the prince, there are so many men out there, why don't you go to gouge the prince."

Xiaohuan grabbed Mo Li's hair, and winked at the guard standing at the door. The guard twisted Mo Li and pressed Mo Li to kneel on the tile, and the sharp tile pierced into Mo Li's knee.

Ah. The pain made Mo Li tremble all over, and Mo Li realized that the basket in front of him was mixed with black sand, red beans, black beans, and unknown weeds and sand in addition to soybeans.

As the sun sets, the sunset glow weaves across the sky, dyeing half of the sky red like blood.For two whole hours, Mo Li knelt on the ground and checked out the soybeans in the basket.

He limped back to the kitchen and put the beans that he had picked up in two hours into the basin with trembling hands. The princess said that she would drink soy milk tomorrow morning, and there was not much time to rest.

The pain in his knees made Mo Li feel cold all over his body, his feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, his eyes were filled with emptiness, he staggered and sat on the ground, and when he lifted up his skirt, he saw two blood-stained porcelain pieces embedded in Mo Li. On Li's leg, half of his trousers were also stained red with blood.

Mo Li ruthlessly tore open his trousers. Fortunately, someone had knelt down on those tiles before, so many of the sharp tiles had been crushed. Except for the two deep cuts, there were small holes in other places, otherwise Mo Li The legs will be useless.

After washing the wound with salt water and bandaging it briefly, Mo Li crawled back to his small dormitory with great difficulty, pushed open the door of his own room, only to find that the small room full of musty smell just now, now It has changed, a silver charcoal cage on the ground burns a few pieces of silver charcoal, making the hut dry and warm, and the small bed is replaced with a new quilt, a water-blue brocade quilt, Mo Li has a very familiar feeling. I feel like I've seen it before somewhere, but Mo Li's mind is drowsy now and he didn't think much about it. He fell into a dream immediately when lying on the bed. The tip of his nose smelled of jasmine, which made the corners of Mo Li's mouth turn up, no matter what happened. Let's wait until tomorrow.

The Yaning Pavilion of the Imperial Palace is the smallest book collection pavilion in the Imperial Palace. It is also located in a very remote place, surrounded by bamboo forests, so few people come here.

Shangguanxi was dressed in a navy blue jacket and trousers, with his hair standing up high, kneeling on a sheet of blueprints and drawing with a small brush. As long as there was something to do in the palace, Shangguanxi would rest in the Yaning Pavilion.

There was a knocking sound from a distance, the sound was quiet and long.

"Third brother, you're still busy at this late hour." Shangguan Feng leaned against the door frame without a sound.

Shangguan Xi was quite surprised that Shangguan Summit came here so late, and was also a little angry that he didn't notice someone walking in. Shangguan Xi wrapped around his sore neck, put on a warm smiling face and sat on the ground and said: "Ah Feng , why don't you sleep so late?"

(End of this chapter)