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In the cold and airtight dark room, a little mist of water oozes out from the damp walls, sliding slowly along the iron-green walls, and the green moss covered in the four corners is like a winding poisonous snake, dormant ready to spray out that deadly poison at any time. venom.
It was dim, not even a shimmer of light came out.
Wang Nanfang's eyelids trembled slightly, and her swollen eyes opened with a slit. She smiled bitterly. As early as the moment her father decided to let her enter the palace to be her sister's helper, she had expected such a day, but she did not expect it. It will come so fast.
I still remember that on the night of the prince's wedding, a lot of people really came, civil and military officials, foreign envoys, everyone complimented the prince and the prince's concubine with the crown of the crown above them, they are the number of perfect couples, who are talented and beautiful, and they will be raised in the future. case, to be a watch for all the people.
Hearing such words, Nanfang couldn't help but want to laugh in his heart. A talented woman? Hmph, Crown Princess, apart from the fact that she is a direct descendant, how can she compare to herself. In terms of appearance, I am the number one in the capital in the south, and in terms of strategy, if you are really smart, my sister, will my father do everything possible to let me hook up with the prince and enter the palace to help you consolidate your position? I don't blame anything, I just blame myself for not being born in my wife's belly, so I can't give myself a good future.
Before dancing in the south, the crown princess almost stole the limelight from all the women in the world. But at this moment in the south, she stands proudly in the center of the stage, and she doesn't care that everyone in the audience is fascinated. Flowers fall from time to time, always relying on the monarch of the East, go and eventually have to go, how to live, if you get mountain flowers full of flowers, don't ask where the slaves go.
Her voice was soft and shallow, as if there was nothing there, and with the ups and downs of the pipa sound, it eventually became low and low, until it dissipated on the ridge of the roof, until it was buried in everyone's heart. Everyone in the audience was still immersed in the meaning of the song, and there were some civil servants who seemed to be feeling it, and pondered hard.
Her face under the veil was very sneering. Even if these people were emotional, all they were greedy for was her good skin, and they would like to treat her with sincerity.
Suddenly, a clear voice broke the silence in the hall.
"The southern girl's song is very affectionate, both the lyrics and the tune are excellent, but unfortunately it's wrong."
"What a pity?" She asked in confusion, with more disdain in her tone. Who is that tall and handsome young man? Don't you know that Wang Nanfang is favored by men all over the world, and he dares to embarrass her in public!
The person who spoke seemed to have heard her tone, but just smiled and said, "It's a pity that the girl from the south has such a well-honed voice."
The clanging sound of the iron chains clattered, and the door of the darkroom was opened with an extremely harsh sound, and Xiaodian's thoughts were suddenly interrupted. She frowned and snorted coldly, her narrowed eyes watching as she walked in from outside the door. the prince.
This young man with a warm and kind face has a disgusting greedy heart.
She looked at the prince, and as he approached her, his hand naturally trembled slightly across her cheek, and his mouth tutted: "What a beautiful face, it's a pity that Prince Yeluo didn't know how to cherish it, so he left the beauty himself. I ran away secretly." She looked at the prince coldly, the piercing pain of her fingernails sliding in the wound made her unable to even sneer, the soreness in her throat was imprisoned, and she almost twitched her whole body in pain. His thoughts gradually became chaotic.
It turned out that the handsome young man who made her almost lose the stage in front of everyone was actually Prince Ye Luo who came to greet him from the Great Ye Prairie. What a man he was, with sharp eagle eyes, and a thin cloth that could not hide his strong, lumpy muscles. This is the most primitive wildness from the grassland, a simple temptation.
Since leaving the stage and returning to her seat, all the men's eyes have glanced toward the south, intentionally or unintentionally, but she only noticed one pair of them. These eagle-like eyes were about to melt her ice, but if she could be with him Entanglement, even if it is burned into steam, why not? This is definitely a dangerous omen, Wang Nanfang, what are you thinking! You are a woman who wants to be the concubine of the prince, how can you want to do that kind of thing with other men!
The prince finally got up, and he left the table under the guise of sobering up. Nanfang knew where the Crown Prince was going, Zhaoming Hall, because she was going there in a while, secretly doing dirty things that her sister didn't know about with this man commonly known as brother-in-law. Of course, her sister, who had been competitive and jealous since she was a child, would not agree to Nanfang's entry into the palace, so her father made an agreement with the prince in private on a plan to sell women. Nanfang didn't like the prince, but it must be very interesting to think that her annoying sister had to accept her aggrieved expression after knowing the truth. For this reason, she also wanted to do it.
There was a crisp sound of 'smack', which was the sound of the whip colliding with the muscles.
She groaned and almost fainted. The severe pain in her lower abdomen made her tears flow uncontrollably. The bright red blood quickly slid down her thighs, and slid along the ankles on the icy iron rope, until drop by drop. It landed on the floor tiles whose color could not be seen clearly, and the sound was crisp and beautiful.
The prince smiled strangely: "You are pregnant."
She looked at the prince in astonishment, and instinctively wanted to touch her lower abdomen, but found that her hand was tied in the iron cage and had already fallen into the flesh.
The prince seemed to have seen a good show, and smiled extremely happily: "Oh, this is a miscarriage."
How could she pay attention to what the prince said, all she could think about was, how could she be pregnant? whose child is this!
That day, yes that day.
On the way to Zhaoming Hall, the south was suddenly stopped by a man full of alcohol. It was Prince Yeluo, his hand slipped on her cheek, and he pouted a little dissatisfied: "Who allowed you to wear such coquettish makeup, who are you trying to confuse!? Nanfang, you are mine, and you are not allowed to give it to me. Others will see." Ye Luo hugged her as she spoke, held her face carefully, and gave Paza a kiss, then pressed her head heavily on her shoulder.
At that moment, Nanfang forgot, she forgot her mission, and that there was a brother-in-law in Zhaoming Hall waiting to fight with her. If life is only once, then let me indulge! They didn't feel that this was the first time they met, and the two seemed to have known each other for several lifetimes. Prince Ye Luo took the hand of the south and escaped from the golden tomb of the palace, letting his heart return to freedom.
In the dense forest, the sleeping birds were frightened away by the fiery and entangled voices of a man and a woman. For three days and three nights, they were like two fish in each other's hands, sucking each other desperately, unwilling to let go.
Prince Yeluo said to her that the prairie people love their women as they love their horses. In the south, wait for me and I will come back and marry you.
With this sweet promise, the South walked alone in the direction of home. The door of the house is close at hand, and a moment before she stepped into the door, she was pressed with a sweat pack on her nose and mouth. In a daze, she seemed to see her father. His face was ashen, and he said to her coldly: Nanfang, I am so disappointed in you! Now there is only one way to remedy it, take good care of it!
For a whole month and a half, Nan was imprisoned by the prince in this dark dungeon. The prince is demanding, and will tie her and whip her. He hates the south for betraying him, he hates the south for putting a green hat on himself, and he wants to torture this goblin-like woman, even though he hopes that the south will ask him for forgiveness.
The prince looked at Nanfang's cold sweat falling from his forehead one by one, his face was extremely pale, his silver teeth clenched but he didn't say a word, the blood had spread from under him, the child was bound to be unable to keep it, and if the time dragged on, I was afraid that the adults also…
"Nanfang, he left without saying a word, and never said that he would look back for you. But you are still pregnant for him, is it worth it?"
Nanfang watched this gentle and elegant man gently stroke her soft hair, and suddenly felt that he was pitiful. After more than a month of life as a prisoner, she finally saw through the prince. This man has deceived everyone in the world! His appearance is playful and unruly, and he likes to search for flowers and willows. He is really cruel and disdainful of women. All he wants is the country, and only the country is in his heart. Despite this, he could not escape the fate of being calculated by women. He was destined to act with women and fight with the relatives behind women.
Nanfang sneered and laughed at the prince's loneliness with a trembling voice: "It's not worth it or not, only whether you want it or not, you are not comparable to him at all, even on the bed,"
The prince suddenly squeezed Nanfang's chin fiercely, his long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you courting death? Do you want to let you see if I can do it now!"
Nanfang's stomach hurts even more, and she has no strength to fight against the prince any more. If death can end this humiliation, then go to hell quickly.
"Nanfang, apologize to me." The prince hugged Nanfang, pressed his face against the woman's forehead already wet with cold sweat, and murmured and begged: "Say sorry, I will give you an imperial doctor, hurry up, you can't hold it any longer. "
Nanfang's eyes had already begun to turn black, but before fainting, she used her last strength to spit out two words: "Don't think about it!"
If you get mountain flowers all over your head, don't ask where the slaves go
Later, the prince ordered his father to bring the scarred Nanfang home. He proudly told Nanfang: I will not force you, but I know that one day you will beg me to favor you like a bitch. South, we are the same kind of people. Remember, if anyone looks down on you, he will destroy everything he cherishes with his own hands, and I am waiting for you in hell.