C1520 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1448
C1520 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1448
Ye Nianmo was still frowning. He had been trapped in a tight relationship between Fu Fengyi and Ding Yiyi for a long time. Fu Fengyi truly and sincerely treated him well, moreover she was already very old, and Ding Yiyi was the person he loved the most. No matter who was injured, he would absolutely not want to see it happen.
"Smile!" Ding Yiyi waved her hand in front of his face, and said without a care: "This is also a kind of sacrificial culture, I actually wanted to bully it for the Ye Family a long time ago."
She looked at him and said seriously, "I've seen how sad you were when I was heavily injured and unconscious, and how sad I felt when I lost my memories and refused to recognize you. Today, just treat it as me coming to restore it, thank the ancestors for letting us meet again, "her voice became softer and softer," for making me fall in love with you again. "
Ye Nianmo was emotionally moved. He wanted to kiss her, kiss her crazily, but he restrained himself. He could only hold her hand and use the power in his palm to convey his thoughts.
After he left, Ding Yiyi kneeled down and subconsciously stared at the nameless ranking list on the top. She couldn't help but picture a man lying on a sickbed.
The man with the iron wrist had conquered the enemy who coveted his country, he, the golden horse, he had swallowed his anger, but he had lost to a woman, and the country had perished as a result.
She imagined a day when she would always be awake. Soon, her knees began to ache. The soreness and numbness spread from her knees to the position of her coccyx.
She wiggled her body uncomfortably, and could only constantly change the center of gravity of her knees to make herself feel better.
"Young Madame." The butler knocked on the door.
Ding Yiyi quickly knelt down and said, "Come in."
The butler held a very thick praying mat in his hand and said with a smile, "The young master asked me to give it to you."
She took it and found that this cushion was very thick and soft. Ye Nianmo probably told the butler to deliver it to her because he was worried that she was kneeling in pain.
"Thank you." She smiled at the butler.
After the housekeeper left, she suffered from a large, thick cushion. Her knees felt soft cotton wool, and she didn't feel any pain.
Only half an hour had passed and she sighed. She continued kneeling and started studying the nameless ranking again. In a daze, she yawned.
"I can't fall asleep." As she mumbled, her eyelids trembled, but she slowly closed her eyes and entered the endless dreamland.
"Throw this woman into the vegetable bowl, behead her, and execute her instantly!" On the throne, a man held his stomach with one hand. His handsome face was filled with a ruthless hatred.
A large amount of blood gushed out from his abdomen, dyeing his yellow robe red. The figure in front of him swayed, and people kept rushing over to cover his wounds, but his eyes never left the woman who stood below the stage dressed in pink and had a face painted with peach.
Ding Yiyi saw this woman. She was very beautiful, and her body naturally emitted a delicate aura. Her lips were only slightly red, but as she trembled, her red eyes became even more lovable.
She had been shaking her body. The flying hairpin swayed with her movements, and the beads hit each other. It was obvious that she was very afraid.
"You deserve it for your crimes. I hate you, I hate you to death! For generations, our clansmen have never fought against each other, but you forced all of our clansmen into your country in order to unify our empire, causing all of our clansmen to leave, how can I not hate you! "
Her voice was not loud, but it pierced the heart of the man on the throne like a sharp sword. Before he could even react, the woman was pulled away.
Ding Yiyi followed the woman. She felt that she was as light as a swallow, and could easily catch up to the fast-moving court ladies. The woman was not sent to a strange execution ground, but locked up in a dark, damp room.
She sat on the straw, her hands slowly stroking her stomach, which was covered by her skirt.
Suddenly, she covered her mouth and ran to the corner in a panic. She kept vomiting until there was only some yellow bile left.
A mouse ran across the top of her peony embroidered shoe, and she panicked, not at all determined to stab a man in the stomach.
The mouse scuttled out of a very small hole in the corner, and she let out a long breath, supporting herself on the wall as she lay down slowly.
Ding Yiyi looked at her stomach, thinking that Mo wasn't pregnant, so she asked, "Are you pregnant?"
The woman thought it was impossible to hear, but she covered her stomach and said the answer Ding Yiyi guessed.
"Child, you shouldn't have been born in this world. This isn't a prosperous era. There are massacres, lies, and deceit. It's too exhausting."
Her voice was as pleasant to hear as an oriole bird's, but it was filled with a desolate energy, making one feel extremely unwilling to look at her.
Ding Yiyi thought that she would be locked up for a long time, but she didn't expect that the man would come looking for her soon.
His face was pale and he was wearing a python robe. Although his movements were no different from normal, it was still obvious that he was somewhat slow.
All the palace maids were dismissed. He looked down at the skinny woman leaning against the wall, the ears of wheat on the jade crown lightly resting on his jade-white cheeks.
Ding Yiyi looked at him. She felt that he loved this woman because Ye Nianmo had the same expression when he looked at her.
Oh right, Ye Nianmo, she started to panic and wanted to find her lover. She also vaguely felt that this was a dream, but she couldn't wake up.
"Keep watching. When the song ends and people leave, you can go back." Somehow, there was a voice in her head that said this all the time, and she heard it and recognized it as her own voice.
The woman's sleep was very shallow, so she woke up very quickly. She rubbed her abdomen and quickly moved away. Her confused and surprised eyes immediately pretended to be filled with hatred.
She had never experienced love, so she felt it was genuine.
He was experiencing true love, so his eyes had been fooled into thinking that she really hated him.
"I can explain." he said, looking at her.
The woman immediately refused, and turned her face away from looking at her. "I don't want your explanation."
"Fine," the man seemed to have pulled at the wound, his face turning pale. "I only ask you, have you never been moved by me?"
He looked very nervous, his fists clenched tightly in his wide sleeves. His eyes were filled with anticipation, hoping to hear what she had to say.
The woman didn't pay attention to what he said. She just kept denying it. She even nodded immediately, "That's right. I've never revealed any of my feelings to you. It's all for the sake of my people."
She didn't even look at him as her fists continued to tighten. Her eyes were red and her body was so soft that it didn't look like it was going to collapse. She prayed that he wouldn't ask her any other questions.
"I know." The man's voice became clear and cold. He suddenly raised the sword beside him, the jeweled accessories flashing dangerously in the candlelight.
Ding Yiyi thought that this man was going to execute this woman. That woman obviously thought the same way. She closed her eyes, and her trembling body became relaxed. Her skirt was spread out on the ground like a lotus flower.
The sound of silk being torn came from the air. The woman opened her eyes, and the man raised his sword to strike. There was a piece of torn cloth on the ground.
"I can't do it. Even if you don't love me, I can't do it. From now on, if you ever appear in my field of vision again, I'll kill you!"
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The man looked at her deeply, then flicked his sleeve and left. The ears of wheat on his head also swayed in the air, following his movements.
After the man left, another person snuck in and unlocked the door before disappearing.
When the woman walked out of the cell, she crouched down and took the piece of cloth in her hands. Large drops of tears fell on the shredded cloth, then disappeared without a trace.
One day later, news spread that the woman had been sheltered in the prison. The man ordered that the palace where the woman had lived should be sealed away for good.
Inside a thatched cottage, a woman's mournful cries were extremely terrifying in the dark night. The door of the thatched cottage opened, and a woman with a face full of pockmarks walked out. She hung the red cloth on the roof beams and sighed.
Inside the room, Ding Yiyi stood by the window. She watched as the woman bit her lips painfully. She was too weak, so weak that even opening her eyes required some effort.
Ding Yiyi felt her life slipping away, and in the woman's mouth, she kept saying the man's name. Large drops of tears rolled down her delicate skin and into the pillow.
Finally, the child's head came out. The midwife excitedly cried out, "Use more strength! The child's head has come out!"
However, Ding Yiyi subconsciously wanted to tell her to stop. She felt that something bad was about to happen.
When the child finally came out, the midwife happily cut off the umbilical cord. Ding Yiyi stared at the large amount of blood spurting out from under the bed.
How could a person have so much blood? It was as if all the energy in his body had been sucked out. The bed was already bright red, and now it was so dark that one couldn't see the color.
The midwife by the side hugged the child and asked curiously, "Why isn't the child crying?"
Ding Yiyi turned her head to look at the child and saw that the child's face was ashen. No matter how the midwife patted his buttocks, she didn't utter a single word.
She suddenly felt very sorrowful, so sorrowful that she couldn't stand it. She wanted to see that man. After a moment of absent-mindedness, she really did go to the Imperial Palace.
In the palace, the man's bedroom was also full of people. The imperial physician was kneeling on the floor, no one daring to speak.
A well-dressed woman stood by the man's side. She cried and held his hand tightly, "My son, you can't be hurt. I have already offered a reward. If she is willing to come back, then I will not pursue this matter."
"She's not coming back." The man was lying on the bed. His face was very pale, and as soon as he finished speaking, he fell over the bed and spat out a mouthful of blood.