Chapter 590: The New Year's Eve again

Her estrangement and calmness made the imperial concubine helpless.
Nie Wushuang bypassed her, went on to raise the well water, and then sat by the tub to wash clothes. The wooden mallet gave a sound, as if knocking on everyone's heart.
The royal concubine was stunned for a long while, and came forward with a mallet that had seized her, and threw it to the ground, angrily, "What is it due? Sister Nie did so much, why did she end up like this? You go with I see the emperor, and I want to ask him why I am doing this to you! "
She pulled Nie Wushuang and went out.
Zhang Ye quickly stepped forward, stopped her, and smiled charmingly: "The imperial concubine, the sinful woman Nie Wushuang cannot leave like this. Without the decree and rhetoric, this sinful woman cannot leave Yongxiang. Please also ask the emperor The princesses do a little bit more ... "
Honoring the imperial concubine, she pushed Zhang Yan who was standing in front of her: "This palace is to take her away today. Do you know who she is? She is the queen!"
There was a hint of sarcasm in Zhang Yan's eyes, and he said strangely, "Slave knows that she is a queen, but isn't she betraying the emperor? That's why she is punished in this alley, isn't she? Emperor and concubine, can you Don't let the slaves be held accountable for injustice because of poor care. "
The imperial concubine exclaimed: "Get away! The palace ..."
She also said that Nie Wushuang held her hand down: "Madam, I won't go."
She broke open her hand again, took the gavel and continued to wash clothes: "Madam, you go. I'm comfortable here."
The imperial concubine looked at her pointed and thin jaw, and a pair of large, dark beautiful eyes on her pale face, but expressionless, a pain in her heart: "You ... you ... why do you all have to do this one by one? Are you willing to die? "
Nie Wushuang was shocked slightly, and Mu Ran's eyes had a bit of light. She looked at the crying Emperor and Concubine, and whispered, "He ..."
The imperial concubine wiped her tears and sobbed: "He is in the prison, I told him to write a remorse, and he didn't write ... You all do this, do you feel happy when you die?"
The mallet in Nie Wu's hands fell into the tub. She choked for a long time, picked it up, and said lightly, "He can't write."
"But he is the emperor's favorite and most trusted brother! You are all so selfish, you know how painful the emperor's heart is!" Jinghuang Guifei looked at Nie Wushuang with tears: "Why must this be? Why must he be against? Isn't there a better way? "
Nie Wushuang rubbed the dirty clothes in his hands unconsciously, and a pale smile drew from his pale lips: "He went too far on the wrong road and couldn't look back. So he can only continue. Just like me, at the beginning It's wrong. You shouldn't come to the country, you shouldn't go to the palace, you shouldn't ... fall in love with the emperor ... "
She smiled softly: "Sister Jade said to me, don't fall in love with the emperor ... now I understand her. As long as I don't fall in love with the emperor, I will not be the way to go now. To the point. But I fell in love with the emperor and I can't owe it to King Rui. "
She didn't know when she had a little water stain on her face, whether it was tears or cold water droplets splashed from the laundry, and she wanted to fall.
"Sister Dear, I have come to the end of this road. The emperor should do it to me. I have no way to pretend that everything has not happened, and I have no way to forget everything that has happened before. Whether it is his debts It ’s my thing, or I did something that I owe him. I ca n’t forget all of this. So, kneeling in front of him, begging him to forgive me, asking him to forgive Fengqing ... I ca n’t do it.
Nie Wushuang Said quietly.
Having said that, she froze the messy hair that was scattered around her, picked up the mallet, and tugged her clothes hard again, no longer looking at the imperial concubine.
The imperial concubine shed tears and looked at Nie Wushuang, who was bending over to work, and could not help asking the last sentence: "What about your child? Do you want it?"
Nie Wushuang paused and continued to wash his clothes as if it were the most important thing in the world.
The imperial concubine looked at her indifferently and finally left disappointed. At the moment she turned around, two lines of tears were silently shed in Nie Wushuang's eyes ...
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After a hard day's work, it's late at night when it's time to rest. Nie Wushuang wiped her numb hands, lit black candles, and the dark room was full of acrid musty smell. She seemed to have known each other. She smiled bitterly and lay on a cold bed, curled up into a ball, and came from the outside. Crackling firecrackers and fireworks.
Bright fireworks hit the sky, lighting up the most remote corner of this palace.
She definitely looked out the window, and it was the first night of the year again. Long memories spread from the bottom of my heart. There was a year of the first night of the night, the fireworks and lanterns, the lady and the husband, all laughed away in the memory.
The exhaustion of her body surged up, she hugged herself and finally sank into the cold sleep ...
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Working day after day seems like an alley that will never go out. The unfinished work and unsatisfactory cold and hard meals made her thin and thin body thinner and weaker. In this labor of hollowing out the body, she just felt that the soul was also empty.
"Hurry work!" A soul-chasing voice reminded her to stay away from the sky forever.
Nie Wushuang retracted his thoughts and continued to wash clothes.
Suddenly, there was a cry of a child in the next yard, and Nie Wushuang trembled suddenly, and he couldn't help raising his head.
"What to look at! Quick wash!" Zhang Yan cursed fiercely: "Look again, believe it or not, my aging mother you out of this lazy bone!"
"There are children ..." Nie Wushuang raised his head and muttered.
"What child? No matter what you do! Wash it fast!" Zhang Huan shouted.

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