An arrogant concubine fell from the harem

Chapter 430 Riding on a Wooden Donkey for Public Demonstration (1)

In the next few days, I kept having nightmares, dreaming that I was pressed on a bench by several eunuchs, my skirt was torn off, my trousers were ripped off, and my PP was exposed in full view.An eunuch took a long board and kept dropping it towards my PP.The sound of the board sounded very crisply: "Crack! Crack! Crack!"

My PP quickly became red and swollen, and blood flowed out.

I cried in my dream: "Help! Help!"

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This is just the beginning of my nightmare, and what scares me even more is yet to come.

A few days later, Dai Ding came to Gui Palace early in the morning: "Concubine Shu, the emperor has a decree to order Concubine Shu to go to Weiyang Palace immediately."

God, not long after the sun came out, you let me go to Weiyang Palace?Is there a mistake?

Since that sad incident happened, I haven't seen Wu Dalang in the past few days. I have been worrying all day long, whether Wu Dalang will have a whim, and what punishment will he give me?Anyway, the ancient punishments were full of tricks, and they were very inhumane. As long as people were happy, they could do whatever they wanted.

Let me check Dai'an's tone first: "Grandpa Dai'an, tell me, what is the emperor looking for in this palace in broad daylight?"

Dai'an put on a face of being loyal to Wu Dalang from the Bureau of Secrecy, and said with a smile: "I don't know about it either, won't Concubine Shu know when she sees the emperor later?"

I was not reconciled, so I asked again: "Can't Eunuch Dai'an reveal a little information to this Palace?"

Dai'an still smiled: "I really don't know. If I knew, would I dare not tell Concubine Shu?"

I rolled my eyes: "Cut."

I wanted to ask, is the emperor in a good mood or not? ——If the emperor is in a good mood, I don't think I will have any troubles. If the mood is not, then I have to be vigilant at all times, and I must be careful not to say or do wrong things.But I took a look at Dai'an's appearance as an underground revolutionary party, forget it, let's save my saliva, I guess if I ask, she won't tell me.

When we arrived at Weiyang Palace, Wu Dalang was sitting there waiting for me.

Wu Dalang wore a stone-blue casual dress, with an off-white patterned eight-ball Japanese forged fringe jacket, and small blue satin powder-soled court boots. His long hair was scattered like ink. With his hair tied behind his head—Wu Dalang in casual clothes has a leisurely and elegant posture, and his whole body exudes a more mature and stable atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)