[Quick Transmigration] Sick Jiao fell in love with swollen

?Leaving aside the three people in the restaurant building, a brat who grew up as a kid here in the Promise Palace is about to start doing something.

I saw a young girl wearing a white and green Han skirt lying on the blanket on the floor next to the table with broken legs. She had two cute buns tied up, and her arms were folded under her white and soft cheeks. The curvaceous legs were gently kneaded by the maid Ah Jiu, but she still pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Hey, Ajiu, you still can't grasp your strength after so long?" Bear boy Tang Weiyang half-opened his eyes, and glanced lazily at Ajiu who was a little tired and shed a few drops of sweat, "It's really impossible. Bear with it, a person like you who is not subtle at all!"

"Ah, it would be great if Master Guoshi was here~"

Ah Jiu paused, and then resumed the action of kneading the bear's legs.

"Please don't be self-willed anymore, Your Highness, Your Majesty the Master is staying well with His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess."

Tang Weiyang sneered: "Really?"

Ah Jiu lowered her eyes and remained silent.

But Tang Weiyang was tired of seeing her submissive look, kicked her over, stood up and patted her on the head, then a sweet and lovely smile appeared on her face, then she looked down and raised her head. Looking at Ah Jiu in disbelief, her bad emotions were hidden deep in those pure and clean pupils.

"You look very naive when you lie, anyone can see it, I hate people who don't care about telling ugly lies in front of me the most."

Tang Weiyang raised her foot and raised Ah Jiu's jaw, the smile on the corner of her mouth was still sweet and lovely.

"If this goes on, maybe I'll get tired of you completely, okay?"

Hearing these threatening words, the line of reason in Ah Jiu's brain was instantly broken, and her eye sockets were immediately filled with crystal clear teardrops, falling one after another like broken pearls down.

She cried and begged: "Please, please don't get tired of Ah Jiu, Ah Jiu only has you, don't abandon Ah Jiu, you can do whatever you want Ah Jiu..."

A look of disgust flashed in Tang Weiyang's eyes, but he still said in a soft tone: "Then what is the only way for me not to hate you? Huh?"

She put down the jade foot that raised Ah Jiu's jaw, knelt down gracefully, and stretched out her hand to caress the fair face of the poor weeping maid, with a gentle smile on her face.

Just like that woman.

Ah Jiu froze for a moment, sobbed a few times, but finally nodded, telling the truth helplessly.

In the process of listening, Tang Weiyang's hands had long since stopped touching Ah Jiu's face, her smile became bigger and bigger, and even excitement appeared in her eyes.

"My lord, she...leaved the palace?" Tang Weiyang was still smiling happily when she murmured these words, but then her expression suddenly sank, "But, why did you leave the palace after that?" Master Guoshi, is she going to leave with that woman again?"

why why why why why...

"Obviously, that woman named 'Lin Zhuxuan' is so annoying."

Normally, Master Guoshi, you obviously love me the most, and you also hate the things I hate. Why do you hold the opposite attitude to me this time?

"Ah, this annoying thing is really a headache..."

Hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it—

"His Royal Highness Weiyang?"

"Snapped!"

Ah Jiu touched her sore and swollen face, and stared blankly at the girl with a hideous face in front of her.

Putting down her painful right hand, Tang Weiyang smiled distortedly. She approached Ah Jiu step by step, staring straight at Ah Jiu's terrified and stupid face until she forced this stupid but poor maid Into a corner.

"Hey, Jiu."

The poor maid who was called by her name trembled, tears kept streaming from her eyes, and she didn't even dare to take a breath, let alone speak.

Seeing this, Tang Weiyang raised her eyebrows with some joy: "If I said, I want to launch the palace change now, and then ascend the throne and become the empress of the Da'an Dynasty, what would you do?"

"If I say, I can't wait to take that disobedient woman back into my cage right now, strip off her white and free wings, cut off her feet that want to escape from me, and forever and ever Don't let her go again... What will you do?"

"You're crazy."

"You are crazy, Your Majesty Weiyang!!!" Ah Jiu pushed Tang Weiyang away, covered her aching heart after hearing this, and shouted with all her strength, "You never care about me How do you feel? Even just once?!"

Tang Weiyang looked at her with a sneer, but didn't reply.

Ah Jiu completely collapsed, and after crossing Tang Weiyang, she wanted to leave the bedroom, leave Weiyang Palace, leave this place that bound her heart that was suddenly exhausted.

but……

"puff--"

It's too late.

Tang Weiyang pulled out the long sword and pulled it out of Ah Jiu's body, looked down at her curled up body that was spewing blood at the end, and used the long sword that was still extremely sharp even though it was stained with more than half of the blood to pass her. Head, admiring for a while the face that was dominated by the two emotions of unwillingness and pain before her death, the joyful arc of the corner of the mouth has never changed at all.

Tang Weiyang put down the sword, walked back to the broken leg table and knelt down, took the cup of tea that had been cold on the table, moved it to his lips, and took a small sip.Even though there were many prescriptions left on her body to kill Ah Jiu's blood stains, it still couldn't conceal her own nobility and elegance.

"I know you like me."

So in the end, you will feel very happy and happy even if you died under my hands, it is absolutely true.

Putting down the teacup, Tang Weiyang even crawled to the side of the big bed, fiddled with it under the bed, and finally took out a wrinkled, yellowed paper ball that was about to rot.

Things that are long past can now only be called 'once'...

She slowly opened the ball of paper that carried seven years of memories, and the feelings in her heart that had been endured with all her patience for an unknown amount of time swelled completely with the contents revealed on the paper ball that was gradually opened.

Those feelings that were so immature and pure before have now become so dark and despicable...

She murmured a few times in a low voice and wrote an unknown number of lines on the paper with a brush dipped in ink, and then burst out laughing.

I like you.

She hugged the piece of paper that carried her seven years of feelings in her arms, the smile on her face was still pure and flawless, just like the shyness when she first met that person when she was nine years old.

"Will you be my wife when I ascend the Dragon Throne?"