pungent peasant girl

Chapter 348 You Fall In Love With This Woman
Mo Yan killed countless people.

He knew that after he left, as long as Qingrong pulled out this hairpin, Qingrong would surely die.

He walked out of the gates of death row.

Arriving at the corner of the hiding place, Qiying waited there with a somewhat melancholy expression.

He saw Moyan, "My lord."

"It's done." Mo Yan said.

"Then my subordinate will send you back."

"No, I want to walk alone."

Qiying nodded, "Alright, that subordinate is retiring."

"That's right." Mo Yan said: "Qiying, go and prepare, don't let others know that this king wants to bury Qingrong generously."

"My subordinate understands."

Qiying disappeared into the night.

Mo Yan walked forward alone.

He went out into the street.

It was late at night, and there was no one on the street.

It was empty, and the bright moon hung high, stretching his shadow very long.

He suddenly felt empty in his heart, as if something had been ripped from the bottom of his heart.

Obviously, he never liked Qingrong.

Mingming married her to make his father like him.

Obviously this woman is not good at things, has done bad things many times, and is hopelessly stupid.

Obviously he doesn't lack women at all.

But he didn't know why at this moment, he was so sad.

She was eight when he was ten.

She is the second daughter of the Lai family.

Although she was not favored in the Lai family, her grandfather was the emperor's right-hand man back then.

The ten-year-old thought secretly.

With her and the help of the Lai family, he can move one step closer to the position he wants.

They made a marriage contract.

She was 16 when he was, and they got married.

They lived together in the Fifteenth Prince's Mansion.

So far, it has been eight years.

Eight years.

His fingertips trembled slightly.

Could it be that in the past eight years, without knowing it, I have really liked her?Or is he already used to her company?
And I have never been aware of it.

If not, why is he so heartbroken now.

Mingming was still resenting her for being stupid and jealous yesterday.

But today, he actually started to miss it.

Why do people who usually don't care about it at all, at this moment, every bit of the past comes to mind again.

The day they got married seemed to be the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

It was freezing cold, the capital was covered with snowflakes, and she was so beautiful under the hijab.

And in the future, he will never see her beauty again.

He returned to the palace.

Lie on the bed and cover yourself with a quilt.

But the whole person is still very cold.

Just like when I was a child, because of the low status of my mother and concubine, I was looked down upon by others.

Even the dead eunuch bullied him, he slept on the cold floor, it was so cold that his bones ached.

He closed his eyes tightly, wishing he could fall asleep quickly.

If you fall asleep, you won't be sad.
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"What did you say? Lai Qingrong is dead?!"

In front of Qinzheng Hall, Luo Ziyan looked at a guard.

"Yes, news came from the Ministry of War that Lai Qingrong used a golden hairpin to kill himself last night."

"Self-judgment?" Luo Ziyan frowned, would a person like Lai Qingrong commit suicide?
Is it really that simple?
"Yes, Wu Zuo went to the autopsy. She inserted the jade hairpin into her chest and pulled it out again. There was a lot of blood, and she died very quickly. Now, the body is already cold."

The news of Lai Qingrong's suicide quickly spread throughout the palace.

The emperor is also very helpless, but since the person is dead, there is no need to pursue the past.

The emperor summoned Mo Yan to deal with Qingrong's funeral.

Lai Qingrong's body was carried out from the death row, and the blood all over his body had dried up.

In front of the death row.

Lai Qingrong was placed on the ground.

Mo Yan stood and looked at her from a distance.

Mo Yun also stood beside him, and said in a low voice: "People cannot be resurrected after death, Brother Fifteen is in mourning."

Mo Yan nodded, "Well, I know, although she is at fault, but sister Yihuan is fine, she is not guilty enough to die, I will take her back and bury her."

He took two steps and ordered his men, "Lift it up, carry it back."

"Brother Fifteen." Mo Yun called him again.

"What else?" Mo Yan stopped walking.

Mo Yun's phoenix eyes hooked him a look, "You said, did Qingrong really commit suicide?"

Mo Yan's eyes changed imperceptibly, "What do you mean?"

"Hehe, brother fifteen is cruel and merciless, I'm afraid it's for self-protection, hehe."

"Mo Yun, let me tell you, there must be evidence for what you say, otherwise you will be bloody. Qingrong married into the Fifteenth Palace for eight years, no matter what, she is mine."

"What about Chen Baoyi and Wen Jing? They seem to be yours too."

"What do they have to do with me, Mo Yun, I warn you, don't mess around."

"Hehehe, I should be the one who said this. What will happen to a person who kills and pays for his life, and commits many evils." Mo Yun's eyes became more ruthless, "Dare you say that what happened to Qianyan has nothing to do with you? !"

Mo Yan's face changed, "Even if it's related, what does it have to do with you? Without evidence, you can't speak nonsense."

"That's good, don't let me find evidence!"

Mo Yan squinted his eyes, "Hehe, Seventeenth Brother, I found that you seem to care about that Meng Qianyan all the time. Could it be that you have taken a fancy to this woman."

"Nonsense, he is the righteous daughter of the emperor."

"Hahaha, you also know that she is a righteous daughter, not a biological daughter. I think the seventeenth brother should also restrain himself, this woman can't afford it."

After Mo Yan finished speaking lightly, he left with Qingrong's body.

Mo Yun looked at his receding back, and murmured softly, "Mo Yan, your good days are coming to an end."

Just after the flood was stabilized, Lai Qingrong committed suicide again in the palace.

One trouble after another made the emperor very unhappy.

He reviewed the memorial in the morning and went to rest in the afternoon.

There was no one in the Palace of Qinzheng, and Luo Ziyan had nothing to guard.

He was going back to the consort's mansion to accompany Qian Yan.

When he came back together, he saw that the carriage of the Fifteenth Prince's Mansion was also parked steadily at the gate of the Consort's Mansion.

Mo Yun stepped down on the servant's back.

"Brother Seventeen."

"It's my sister-in-law, you're back."

"Yeah, the emperor's dragon body is restless, and now I'm resting, so I'll be back. Brother Seventeen, why do you come here when you have time?"

"Of course I came to see you, to see Qianyan." Mentioning Meng Qianyan's name, Mo Yun couldn't help but think of what Mo Yan said in the morning.

He was a little irritable, looked away and said, "There are some things that I want to talk to you and Qianyan."

"Okay, let's go in and talk!"

These two days, Meng Qianyan was bored to death.

Hearing from Dong'er, both Mo Yan and Ziyan have entered the mansion.

She also ran out excitedly.

"Brother Seventeen, Ziyan."

Mo Yun glanced at her, "You seem very happy?"

"Yeah, I'm glad you're here, I've been bored in the house for two days."

Luo Ziyan didn't understand, "Why are you bored? Come out for a walk."

Meng Qianyan pouted and gave him a white look.

This idiot, don't you know why she is bored?
It's not that the people in the Prince Consort's Mansion are chattering indiscriminately in private.

(End of this chapter)