Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 221 – Begonia Without Fragrance

"It's a taste of betrayal, but you can still enjoy it!"

Li Qingmei paid no attention to her arrogant victorious posture, tightened the sheepskin blanket on her body, and with the support of Li Yi, she twirled a begonia blooming enchantingly and sniffed it intoxicated.

"It smells good, but it still can't cover up your rotten conscience, which has polluted the world."

"Idiot! It's unbearably vulgar, but you still want to be arty, Haitang, it has no fragrance at all."

Li Qingmei paused for a moment with her plain hands grasping the flowers, she really didn't notice that the begonia was actually fragranceless.

"Come today, I'm here to tell you that in mid-June, when you are poisoned, I will make people burn your carrion, together with your filthy cold palace, to ashes!"

"you!"

Li Qingmei was shocked in her heart, Wencheng Lu Xue also knew about her poisoning.

"It's a surprise! Bengong will tell you another secret. Those antidote were destroyed by Bengong! Hahaha~"

"It's also me, and your good sister Gong Manman, set up a net to kill you!"

"It's a pity! Why are you still alive!"

"That day in Dayan's ruined temple, you and Feng Lin sang the double reeds, too!"

"There's also the assassin of Xuwanglin, the death of Sikong Mo, and even the battle between Dayan and Dafeng back then!"

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

Wencheng Lu Xue clapped her hands proudly, Li Qingmei's face darkened, it really was her!

"The scene in the false forest was performed jointly by your good sister and Bengong. As for the war, it was Bengong who bewitched Huyan Wudi. He had intended to attack Dafeng, but Bengong just did something to make him make up his mind. That's all!"

"Hey, your debts will be paid by God. Although you have a heart of snakes and scorpions and are heinous, you love Sikong Que no less than I do! It is said that wicked people live a thousand years, and good people don't live long, so I wish you a thousand years and a thousand years." Thousands of years old!"

A person like Wencheng Lu Xue, who can be ruthless in the face of a conspiracy being exposed, is just a tender little girl when facing Si Kongque.

Leaving aside her ruthless means, she is the most suitable candidate for Sikong Que.

And in order to prevent Sikong Que from having any lingering feelings for her, Wen Cheng will tirelessly cover up everything until the slightest trace of her existence is completely wiped out. She is very grateful for this.

"You should really let him take a good look at your current inhuman appearance! Hahahaha!"

She laughed wildly, and immediately turned around and ordered the servant to prepare the graphite crucible filled with hot molten iron, she must be the first one to seal her coffin and put it in the coffin!
As for the dog hole opened by the side door, which only accommodates one person to curl up and barely get in and out, how can she get out now?
During the Ching Ming Festival, it rained heavily, and it rained for days without seeing the sun. At this time, the painted pear clothes were being stitched with delicate stitches one by one.

Under her skillful hands, a baby's bellyband quickly took shape.

Li Qingmei was caressing her seven-month pregnant belly, lying down with her ears open to listen to the wind and rain.

"Huh, the eyes of this carp are so difficult to embroider! They are always unrealistic!"

"I want to thank Aunt Li for his kindness on behalf of this child!"

"Don't look outside, thanks to the child in your womb, otherwise staying in this cage would be crazy!"

"Wow wow wow wow! Child, do you think what auntie said is right! It's such a joy to move!"

Li Yi still had a childlike innocence, and put her ears on Li Qingmei's slightly swollen abdomen.

At this time, the wind and rain were getting stronger, Li Yi supported Li Qingmei, and walked towards the hall step by step.

"Watch out for the steps, raise your legs, watch out for the chair on the right"

Li Qingmei listened carefully to Li Yi's reminder with her ears propped up, and followed suit.

"Is it dark?"

"Well, I'm going to cook! You sit there, don't move, or you will trip over the table and chairs again"

"it is good!"

She tightly grasped the blind stick in her hand, not daring to move.

With the wind blowing, Li Qingmei's life in the cold palace was not as miserable as it was with Sikong Que.

Every few days, Feng Zhan personally delivered some food and clothing, and handed it to Li Yi from the dog hole.

(End of this chapter)