There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 1411 The tile leak happens to rain overnight (4)
"Didn't it just be dealt with? It's okay, I don't hurt."

"I've bled so much, how come it doesn't hurt, why hasn't anyone brought me food, my majesty hasn't eaten for a whole day." She still wants to ask them for wound medicine for her.

"Tonight, I'm afraid no one will bring us food." If they wanted to use it, they would have already delivered it, so why wait until now.

"No? What are we going to eat? There's nothing in this place..."

"If you're hungry, isn't there a well there? Go get some water and drink, and maybe you won't be so hungry."

"The servant girl has rough skin and thick flesh, so she is not afraid of hunger, but the servant girl is only afraid that the mother will be hungry."

"It's nothing to be hungry, I've been used to it for a long time." Yang Churuo's eyes flickered, revealing a touch of coldness.

After so many years in Lanling Terrace, which day will you be full?

Whenever she didn't pass out from hunger, and then woke up from hunger, and whenever she didn't walk dangerously at the gate of hell, she was still hungry for five days, let alone a day.

It's just that maybe she hasn't been hungry for too long, and after only one day of hunger, she feels a little uncomfortable in her stomach.

Yang Churuo was very tired, but she didn't dare to close her eyes. Once she closed her eyes, it was Chu Yuchen's heartless words and rude and violent actions.

Hugging her body tightly and shrinking into a ball, Yang Churuo stared out of the window at the rickety gloomy pile of weeds without focusing her eyes.

This was her first day in the cold palace, and it was also the saddest day for her.

No matter how Xuanyuan Jinze tortured her in the past, she was not as heart-piercing as she is today.

Qing'er wanted to say something else, but after seeing Yang Churuo's expression, she closed her mouth wisely, endured the cold, hunger, and fear, and waited by Yang Churuo's side.

The empress loves the emperor so much, but was thrown into limbo by the emperor. Although she didn't say anything, she must be very bitter in her heart. After all, she is the person she loves the most and the husband she trusts the most.

This night was destined to be difficult, the two of them stayed up all night and endured it until dawn.

Yang Churuo didn't dare to close his eyes, while Qing'er was afraid and worried about Yang Churuo.

Qing'er didn't fall asleep until it was dark, and when she woke up, Yang Churuo was no longer on the bed, but was cleaning weeds in the yard. Go ahead, "Your Majesty, what are you doing? All these tasks can be done by slaves, please put them down quickly."

Yang Churuo was sweating profusely, and many places on her body were scratched by weeds, and there were streaks of blood. I don't know how many weeds she pulled out. She opened her hands and looked, and the palms of her hands were covered with red and purple blood.

Qing'er's eyes turned red immediately, this is what slaves do, the empress has a noble status, how can she let the empress do such things one after another that even their servants cannot do.

"Stupid girl, why are you crying? You are idle anyway. It's better to move around so you don't have to think about it." Yang Churuo wiped away the tears from the corners of Qing'er's eyes, and said with a light smile, there is no such thing as a queen's airs, " I don't know, but you like to cry so much."

"The servant doesn't like to cry, but the servant loves the empress."

"Although this place is a bit desolate, it's good to tidy it up carefully, and it's not bad to live here, at least to cultivate your mind in peace." Yang Churuo looked around and suddenly smiled in relief.

With so much contention, after a hundred years, it will always return to dust.

"Well, the empress will rest for a while, and the servants will clean up." Qing'er cried and hummed, turned her face away, not wanting Yang Churuo to see her eyes, and reached out to uproot the weeds on the ground to clear a path with yard.

(End of this chapter)