The tyrant only favors the alluring concubine

Chapter 8
In the Yuxiang Garden, Xiyu lay down with her clothes on. She never thought that it would be so easy to get rid of the evil seeds in her stomach, and that unfavored princess. God really helped her.

Hearing the sound of the servants kneeling on the ground, and then the sound of greetings, she got up with a weak body, and bowed to the visitor.

Feng Mochen looked at her coldly, waved away all the servants behind him, pinched her fair neck with his slender palm, "Xiyu, who gave you the courage to frame the princess?"

Xiyu's face turned pale immediately, she shivered and forced out a smile, "Master, Xiyu doesn't understand what you mean..."

Feng Mochen clenched his fingers tightly, and there was a "crack" sound of bones squeezed out in his ears. Looking at the cold sweat on Xiyu's forehead, he smiled coldly, "Do you know why no one can conceive the prince's heir?"

Xiyu's face was as pale as paper, and her voice was buzzing like a fly, "Because you asked Nanny Hua to give us the tonic."

Feng Mochen let go, smiled coldly, his eyes were as dangerous as flames, "Wrong, those medicines are just ordinary tonics, the real reason is these herbs."

Feng Mochen approached the window, stroking a pot of lush green grass on the window sill, "This is called Zi Xi Cao, mixed with ambergris and musk, women will not be pregnant again..."

Xiyu staggered a few steps, looked puzzled at the tall and handsome man in front of him, with both hands clutching the clothes on his chest, and said angrily, "Why is that concubine still pregnant?"

"I want to ask you, does that man smell like ambergris and musk?" Feng Mochen still played with Zi Xicao indifferently, but the smile on his lips was like a rakshasa from hell.

Xiyu's body suddenly went limp, and she slumped on the ground. It turned out that he knew everything, but he just watched them fight each other indifferently.

Feng Mochen turned around coldly, patted off the dirt in his hands, still smiling evilly, "Xiyu, I will save the last face for you, don't let me down again!"

Xiyu burst into tears, does she still have a choice?
Since I was 14 years old, I have followed him for three years. I thought he would have some affection, but who knows, she is so cold-blooded. She was just forced to go on the way to incense...

He didn't ask the reason, or even who the man was...

Feng Mochen, you are a cold-blooded animal, you will suffer retribution sooner or later!
Xiyu smiles and puts her makeup on in the mirror, Feng Mochen has already left.She painted her own eyebrows and eyes for the last time, bit by bit, extremely meticulous, put on brand new clothes, lay on the bed, the sharp hairpin slashed across her wrist, and the smell of blood continued to spread in the air.

Xiyu smiled and closed her eyes, was she wrong?Was she really wrong all her life?She is only 17 years old, 17 years is a lifetime, Xiyu's lifetime...

No one knew what was the reason for Xiyu's death.However, in the palace, there are often unfavored concubines who throw themselves into the well and hang themselves. No one will investigate the cause of their death. In this era, human life is worthless.

Bai Liruo lives in Luohuayuan, although life is hard, but she is happy and carefree. She and Xiaoman will plant some vegetables in the barren garden in the backyard, and live a self-sufficient life every day.

It was winter in a blink of an eye, the house in Luohuayuan was leaking, and there was no winter quilt, so Bai Liruo spread all the cotton clothes on the damp bed, looking at the drafty roof, she secretly prayed for the winter to pass quickly.

At night, a light snow fell in the sky, which was the first snow in winter. Bai Liruo woke up from the cold on the bed, looked at the snowflakes outside the window, couldn't fall asleep for a while, then put on a snow-white fur coat, and went out to enjoy the snow.

Wintersweet blooms without knowing what, and the delicate petals stand proudly in the snow. Probably because there are few people here, the trees are full of wintersweet blooming and pressing down on the branches.

Bai Liruo's hair hung down to her waist, without any bun, and she walked slowly towards the wintersweet tree, with a faint fragrance floating in the wind.

Her hands were originally white and slender, but because of growing vegetables and being exposed to the cold, some red chilblains appeared, which looked shocking.

Stretching out a red hand, wanting to pick a wintersweet, the hand stopped in the air, hesitated for a moment, and put it down again.

In mid-air, a pair of bidental birds came out to look for food and landed on a branch of wintersweet. The two little birds stood snuggled up and pecked at each other's feathers.

Bai Liruo smiled lightly, her gorgeous smile was like a cherry blossom in full bloom, she murmured softly, "My heart is like a first acquaintance, when I was deeply cute, I was so cute, I was like a long-cherished wish..."

In vain, she felt a sharp gaze, colder than snow, she shivered, turned her head slowly, and saw Feng Mochen standing in black in the snow.

Feng Mochen was dressed in black brocade clothes, his handsome face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and he approached Bai Liruo step by step.

Bai Liruo bowed his head and took a few steps back, bowed slightly to say hello, then turned around and walked towards Luohuayuan.

Feng Mochen grabbed Bai Liruo's bright wrist, his cold eyes fixed on her cheek, "What did you just say?"

Bai Liruo's wrist was almost pinched, he held back the pain, frowned and said the words of greetings again, "My lord, Wanan—"

Feng Mochen frowned, and the strength in his hands increased a bit, "The previous sentence, the heart is like the first acquaintance, when the heart is deep and cute, the long-cherished wish..."

If Bai Li didn't know what was wrong with this sentence, he nodded slightly, "I don't know where I heard this sentence. When I saw those two birds, I thought it was appropriate, so I read it out."

(End of this chapter)