I still remember the king's heart

Early the next morning, Ning Ze rushed out of Sang Yu's room angrily with a bruised nose and swollen face, and then Sang Yu was brought to Madam Ning Guohou.

Needles falling could be heard all around, there was no sound, and the room was still lit. Mrs. Ning Guohou was sitting on the main seat.

Sang Yu gathered herself together, knelt down slowly, and respectfully handed over a cup of tea, "I have met my mother-in-law before."

Mrs. Ning Guohou snorted coldly, and neither reached out to pick her up nor let her get up, she just asked coldly: "Last night was supposed to be your big day, why did Ze'er come here in the morning with a bruised nose and a swollen face?"

Sang Yu was shocked in her heart, but her face was unavoidably terrified. Mrs. Ning Guohou was even more convinced that she had a ulterior motive, and it was always Ze'er who did things to others. When did she suffer such a big loss.

"Come here, the crime of committing a concubine's husband can be killed with a stick, and if you drag it down, you will be punished with a hundred sticks."

It's not bad for a grown man to be able to withstand fifty spanners, let alone a weak woman. Huanhua's eyes were flushed anxiously, and she didn't dare to go up to plead for mercy.

Sang Yu cast a reassuring look at her, lowered her head and gritted her teeth to squeeze out a few tears, shaking her body, pretending to fall down at any moment.

"Mother-in-law, forgive me... Last night, the prince came back drunk and was extremely strong... After tossing for most of the night..." She rubbed the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and rubbed the corners of her eyes until they became redder, looking haggard.

"Then...then...the one who was drunk...my son, he accidentally rolled off the bed...the concubine is really exhausted and has no energy..."

Mrs. Ning Guohou frowned in distaste. After all, she was a girl from a small family. She spoke so vulgarly. What else did she want to say, but a nun behind her stepped forward and whispered a few words.

Sang Yu didn't hear clearly, but saw the change in Madam Ning Guohou's expression, and the anger on her face gradually disappeared.

"That being said, the rules still have to be established. Go and kneel outside the ancestral hall for four hours. Remember that a concubine is a husband's guide. If you commit another crime in the future, you will not be forgiven lightly."

Sang Yu kowtowed to thank her, but unwillingness flashed across her eyes, and she wanted to take it out on her just because her nose was bruised and her face was swollen. This Hou family family is really inhuman.

The night is as thick as splashing ink, and the dew is deeper. The bluestone board is icy cold, and the dew wets the hem of the skirt. The cold air penetrates into the bone marrow. Sang Yudong's lips are blue and white, trembling.

Huanhua sneaked over and stuffed two steamed buns into her hands, "Ma'am, let's eat something."

Sang Yu nodded gratefully at her, and swallowed it without caring about her image, "Is it the time?"

Huanhua helped the man up from the ground, "The servant went to the front yard to inquire about the news, the old lady has already rested, and no one will come to see the lady even if she kneels here for a whole day"

Sang Yu nodded, thinking about it, no one in this huge Hou's mansion would care about a concubine's life or death.

After all, the water was not exhausted all day, and I didn't have a good rest last night. I just walked a few steps and stared at her for a while. Huanhua helped her in time, "Ma'am, are you okay?"

Sang Yu shook her head, the sky was full of stars outside, she thought of those eyes that were as clear as cold stars, and sighed softly, saying that the world is dangerous, but it was better than living like an ant in this Hou's mansion.

"This subordinate is ineffective, please be punished by the lord." Su Ming rested his head on the cold marble floor with a humble gesture.

Nalan Rongchu put down the vermilion pen in his hand, still as gentle as jade, but the words he spit out were merciless, "Liu Ming, if a knife loses its value, it is broken copper and iron, even worse than waste."

There was cold sweat oozing from her forehead. After following her for ten years, she knew what kind of ruthless heart this person was under his gentle and jade-like appearance. He never showed mercy.

It's just...it's an idiotic dream to actually hope that he will forgive me.

"Go to the death camp to receive the punishment"

Su Ming raised his head in astonishment, only saw the man's cold and hard chin, he thought it was a punishment of either death or mutilation, although the Death Soldiers Camp was the cruelest place to train newcomers in Buyulou, at least he was able to come out alive.

"For this king, there are only two types of people, those who are valuable and those who are worthless. You are destined to die. You can do it yourself."

The subtle emotions welling up in his heart were quickly extinguished, Su Ming lowered his head, and heard his own voice calm, "Yes, this subordinate obeys."

"The war in the Northwest has been initially decided. It is estimated that the Great Emperor will return to the court in a few days. During this period, you should take good care of your wounds. For the time being, Yuechan will take over the Buyu Tower."

Nalan Rongchu splashed ink with a stroke of ink, his brushstrokes were chic and free, but with a touch of ecstasy, his calmness seemed unaffected.

There are often deeper eddies hidden under the calm water surface, and the situation in the capital will eventually be chaotic.

In the 11th year of Yuanhe, in winter, on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Nalan Rongyou, the crown prince of Qi State, defeated the Xiongnu in Yanshan, and kept the northern border safe for several years.

The general trend of the world seems to have been settled. For a while, the people in front of Prince Qi’s mansion were left in the cold, while the crown prince was very popular, and even officials like them who cling to the prince’s party were promoted several levels in succession. Shen Mu was also among the promotion quotas. From the official to the minister of the Ministry of officials.

But Sang Yu was still struggling to get by in the Marquis of Ningguo, saying that being a noble concubine was actually only a little more valuable than a maidservant.

Every day at dawn and dusk, she waits for Mrs. Shen to get up and change clothes. She can only accompany them when they eat. After everyone has finished eating, she can go to the kitchen to pick up two leftover meals and heat them up.

Old Mrs. Shen felt that she was not dignified enough, so she invited two nuns from the palace to teach her the female ring and female red, etc. If she didn't learn well, she would have to kneel in the ancestral hall again.

The most terrible thing is that I have to worry about it every night. Fortunately, if Ning Ze doesn't go back to the house, even if he doesn't come to her house, he will be awakened immediately if there is any movement at night.

Once or twice, she can still get Ningze drunk, but after a long time, there is no way, there will be a day sooner or later, Huanhua often advises her like this.

Sang Yu still knelt straight, as if she had never heard her words before, Huanhua sighed, knowing that although she was kind to others, she was extremely stubborn in her bones, so she turned around and saluted and left without any further persuasion.

No wonder Du Daoning is a wife of a poor family, not a concubine of a high family, but when she was young, she had read such a sentence in a book: life and death are rich, talk to Zi Cheng, hold your hand, and grow old together with you.

It was still in Jiangnan at that time, Shen Mu held her hand and wrote such a sentence stroke by stroke, she read it into her heart, but that person only saw it in his eyes.

Sang Yu felt a little sad, she raised her head and suppressed the astringency in her eyes, it was getting late before she knew it, she stood up and rubbed her knees, her stomach rumbled a few times, wondering why she didn't see Huanhua today Deliver food.

Cursing secretly, he walked back slowly while leaning on the wall.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the flowers and trees are sparse, there is fog in the forest, and the coldness fills the sight. Sang Yu hugs herself tightly. It has been three years since she came to the capital, but she still can't adapt to the cold weather that just entered the winter.

When he walked to the door of his wing room, a mournful cry pierced the night sky. Sang Yu was taken aback, and ran over quickly. When he saw that scene, he stopped suddenly, his face was pale, and his body was crooked. , crumbling.

Ning Ze moved on Huanhua's body. Huanhua's limbs were spread wide, and she was tied to the bed with a thick hemp rope around her wrist and hung high up. After dripping wax, Huanhua looked pained, cried until her voice became hoarse, and her whole body was tortured so that there was no good skin.

Ning Ze was even more excited, and Sang Yu almost couldn't help rushing in, but she just shed tears silently, her hands stopped on the door, and she couldn't move forward any more.

She is already a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and cannot protect herself, so how can she take care of others.

Her stomach turned upside down, she didn't know if it was herself or Ning Ze who was nauseated, she covered her lips and ran to the side, retching but couldn't spit out anything.

She is ashamed of Huanhua's careful care over the past few days. She is the only person she can talk to in this strange Hou's mansion, and the only consolation in countless difficult nights, and she can only hide in the dark and watch. Watching her being bullied and powerless.

Never had she hated her own weakness so much for a moment, and it made her desire to leave the Hou Mansion even stronger.

After Ning Ze left, Sang Yu cleaned up her makeup and wiped away the tears on her face, went to fetch a basin of water and entered the room.

Huanhua lay motionless on the bed, almost making people think she was dead. However, she watched Sang Yu come in, moved her eyes, and said, "Ma'am..." Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Sang Yu's eyes were also red, and she went to untie the rope tied to her body. When she saw her bloody cock, she couldn't hold back her tears anymore, and the hot tears fell on the back of her hands drop by drop.

"Huanhua, you trust me, I will definitely find a way to take you out of the Hou Mansion"

When she saw this lady for the first time, she was contemptuous. She had seen too many women in the Hou's mansion who married into the Hou's mansion because of their greed for wealth and status, and finally died.

On the big day, seeing the innocent smile on her face, she felt a little more compassion, but she was still a child.

Later, she was gentle and kind to others, never beat or scolded her servants, and when she was punished, she knelt straight, as if nothing could make her bend down, she was obviously such a slender and weak woman, but she had the power to move people's hearts.

Huanhua admired her again and again until the Mid-Autumn Festival, when Sang Yu quietly went to the kitchen to make sugar-fried chestnuts and snowy mooncakes, and then greeted her with a smile when she came to the table for dinner. Something in my heart is gradually warming up.

Then it got out of hand.

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It’s the first time I tried the writing method of court bureau plus rivers and lakes plus light house fighting... The baby feels very bad...crying T^T I finally updated it on the phone, please comfort!