AWB Chapter 321 I'm afraid I can't make it
Chapter 321 I'm afraid I can't make it
After her struggle finally failed, in order to avoid the constant looks of surprise, envy, contempt and ridicule from all around her, Cui Rong had to bury her head deeply in the other person's chest and dared not look out again.
Although I don't quite agree with this exaggerated way of exposing emotions, I have to admit that the strong, reliable and reassuring protection given by the man at this moment has indeed brought me an unprecedented sense of warmth and happiness that I have never experienced before.
Just like that, he walked through every familiar palace gate, courtyard, corridor and passage holding the weak yet strong girl in his arms.
Countless fragments of the past kept appearing in his mind like a kaleidoscope, causing all kinds of unusual emotions to surge in his heart.
"Wan'er, in the days ahead you will witness with your own eyes how I clear out those enemies one by one."
When he raised his head and looked into the void, his eyes flashed with terrifying murderous light, which made Cui Rong tremble all over involuntarily.
Not long after, the two arrived at the portal exit leading to the outside world, and happened to meet Qing'an, who had been waiting there for a long time, driving a carriage and waiting here.
Then Song Yanyi carefully placed the woman on his lap, got into the car and drove away...
Ever since that night when I fled this forbidden area covered in blood and in a dishevel, I have never felt relieved.
Especially on that crisis-ridden night, when she saw the cold and ruthless dagger against her delicate neck, the feeling of helplessness and almost suffocation still haunted her like a nightmare.
Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she couldn't help but think about that scene over and over again: in the dark and silent forest, the only sounds she could hear were the whistling wind and rapid breathing, and her heartbeat seemed to be about to jump out of her throat - that was the feeling of approaching death, a mixture of fear, helplessness and despair.
"You know what? When death is so close, the feeling of collapse is really too torturous."
After saying this, he paused, as if he wanted to add something.
After noticing the deep apology and self-blame implied in the other person's words, she couldn't help but feel a complex wave of emotions in her heart - from the initial fear to the current gratitude and peace of mind...
Countless indescribable emotions gathered into a warm current that flowed throughout my body.
"Ah."
He lowered his head and responded softly, his voice so low as if he was afraid of being heard.
After feeling the warmth in the air, the man slowly raised his hand, first carefully combed the loose hair on his forehead, then lowered his head and gently rubbed the top of the soft hair with the tip of his nose - this intimate and natural action seemed to make him regain the cherished feeling of reunion after a long separation. While his joy was beyond words, deep in his eyes there was an unconcealable emotion and desire.
Just as he was immersed in the brief sweet atmosphere of the moment, he suddenly noticed that the ornament on the woman's head did not seem to be one of the gifts he had given her. He frowned and asked, "Why don't you use the hairpin I gave you last time?"
"I just picked one and put it on."
She explained softly, slightly embarrassed.
Seeing this, Cui Rong hurriedly added the reason: "Besides, the silver hairpin you gave me is too plain and elegant, and is not suitable for the gorgeous dresses in the palace."
Wearing such a simple silver hairpin into the palace would indeed seem too shabby. Not only was it not in line with etiquette norms, it would also make people misunderstand that she lacked the minimum respect for her status and position, thus leading to criticism or even insults. Moreover, as the head of the concubines, how could she casually do such a thing to lower her status?
Hearing this, the man couldn't help but sneer and asked, "I see that the ordinary old silver hairpin that Master Lin gave you is treated as a treasure and you carry it with you day and night!"
He still remembered clearly that during his stay in Qingzhou, he had secretly observed her for several days and found that since the other party received the gift, she had pinned it on her head almost every day and never took it off, not even at the wedding ceremony; until finally he broke it off and threw it away with his own hands.
At this point, the dissatisfaction that had been suppressed for so long had no place to hide and burst out completely.
"If that's what you said, then I'll just stop wearing it! Who can guarantee that it didn't once belong to Jiang Xuejun?"
As soon as these words were spoken, even the air seemed to freeze.
Her sudden mention of another woman's name obviously touched his most sensitive nerve - could it be because of jealousy?
The anger that had just ignited quickly died down and turned into an inexplicable goodwill that quietly grew.
In fact, he had a lot of words in his heart that he wanted to defend and clarify to her, but he swallowed them back when they came to his lips - if he was too eager, it would be mistaken as caring about her thoughts, which would encourage her arrogance.
As long as you give them the slightest recognition, they will become more and more demanding. If you knew how much you care about them, it would be even more difficult to control them in the future. Indifference is the best choice.
However, all these ups and downs in his heart were captured by the attentive woman opposite: the previous second he was still ready to argue to the end, but in an instant he stopped arguing; he no longer mentioned the topics of hairpin or Lin Han.
Could it be that, as he had guessed, he had also given Jiang Xuejun a similar item before, and that was why he was so embarrassed at the moment that he dared not refute?
Just like that, the two sides were thinking about their own things, and the carriage suddenly fell into an awkward and extremely subtle silence...
On the other side, inside Fengyi Palace
After suffering from cruel beatings for a long time, he no longer had the strength to struggle and beg; at this moment, he collapsed on the ground, leaning weakly on the low table to support his body and barely maintain a standing posture; spots of bright red liquid continued to drip and seep into the carpet, forming shocking marks.
A young eunuch tremblingly stretched his head to look at the palace door and then quickly returned to report to the noble lady in the main seat: "Madam, I'm afraid this girl can't hold on! If the punishment continues, she may die soon. Her physical condition looks very critical!"
At the same time, the sound of whipping continued to reach everyone's ears; every time the wooden stick hit the flesh, it made a sound similar to hitting wet mud, which made people shudder with fear.
The queen's originally dignified and elegant face was now twisted and discolored due to anger. Her nails dug deeply into the wooden structure of the chair back, leaving several white marks.
Song Yanyi was obviously taking revenge on him on purpose!
I ordered Xu Cui Rong to accept punishment that day and today I will give them the same treatment they deserved.
Although on the surface it was a punishment for Jiang, in reality it was to teach myself a severe lesson!
Thinking of this, the queen could no longer suppress the anger in her heart and walked quickly to the door, shouting at her men to stop immediately!
Upon hearing this, the executioner immediately stopped his movements and slowly put aside the torture instruments in his hands.
The old eunuch Liu Gonggong, who was in charge of serving the left and right, came forward with a smile on his face and asked respectfully: