Cong Yi'er thought for a moment that this emperor had taken some poison and would be in trouble with him when he came. If he couldn't get away, he should be beaten. If he couldn't die, he would definitely not let this hateful emperor live in peace. Why should he say that he should be beaten?
If you beat someone, what's the big deal if you don't marry his son, really.
"Okay." Cong Yi'er said, walked down to the place where the cane punishment was carried out, and said softly to the leading eunuch, "Please remember it, I will take it. I don't know what to do when the time comes."
How many more strokes do you want?"
Sweat broke out on the eunuch's forehead. He was really not sure what the relationship between Cong Yi'er and Sima Yixuan was. If he offended Sima Yixuan, would it be possible to survive in this Daxing dynasty? Moreover, after all, Cong Yi'er was also the one.
It doesn't seem appropriate to fight someone from Prince Cong's mansion.
The emperor stared at Cong Yi'er and said coldly: "Okay, you actually used my royal brother to suppress my subordinates, okay! Okay! Didn't you say that you were a guest of Prince Xuan? Didn't you say that you and Xuan
Are you on good terms with the prince? Come on, please go to Prince Xuan’s Mansion immediately to invite Prince Xuan. I want to see how my imperial brother is going to save you!"
Cong Yi'er almost laughed out loud. This emperor is really cute. If I had known that this was possible, I would have choked him like this earlier. But on her face, she still said gently: "Okay, Cong Yi'er will be quiet here."
Waiting."
The leading eunuch wiped the sweat from his forehead, his heartbeat was beating like a drum, and he felt like he was about to die.
"No, come here, please help me first. I don't believe how my imperial brother would argue with me over this little girl!" the emperor said bitterly.
No one dared to move. The emperor was so angry that a little Cong Yi'er could actually "make chaos" in the harem like this. If she really became Sima Rong's crown prince, wouldn't it be even more uncontrollable? Wouldn't it be even more uncontrollable?
Don’t you want the harem to become a place of right and wrong?!
The leading eunuch didn't dare to move, but he had bold and emperor-like ideas. He was just a little Cong Yi'er. How could the majestic Prince Xuan help her? He was just using Prince Xuan's reputation to pressure her.
People, use Prince Xuan as a shield. Cong Yi'er has a reputation of being arrogant and willful. She will definitely be able to do this kind of thing. Someone came up, held Cong Yi'er down, pressed him on the bench, raised the stick, raised it high, and fiercely
Fall hard.
Cong Yi'er closed her eyes. There is no reason in this ancient time. Let it go. If you can come, you can hold on! The stick fell hard with the sound of wind, and a chill was about to fall on Cong Yi'er.
On the body, Cong Yier subconsciously tightened her body, preparing to receive the blow.
"Ouch!" A scream sounded out, sharp and short. Cong Xuewei's face changed in the room and she ran out of the room. If this Cong Yi'er was really beaten, her heart would still be in great pain. How could she deal with hers?
Brother and sister-in-law explained how Jiuquanxia had the face to explain that a royal empress of the Daxing Dynasty could not protect her niece.
Su Yaxian was also startled. The voice seemed to have changed its tone, and she choked out from her throat. She took the hand of her slave and hurriedly followed Cong Xuewei out of the room.
There was silence in the courtyard. Apart from the scream, there was no other sound. Everyone seemed to have lost their voice, except for the gentle blowing of the wind and the depressing atmosphere.
The emperor stood blankly, as if nothing was real. He watched with his own eyes as his slave brought Cong Yi'er to the chair. He raised the stick high and dropped it hard. He was thinking in his heart, this slave used it hard.
It was really big enough. If the blow continued like this, it might really kill Cong Yi'er. The stick fell down with the wind and almost touched Cong Yi'er's body. At this moment, a small
The leaves flew over, and then, the torture slave screamed, threw away the stick, covered his wrist, but did not dare to make another sound.
"Brother, why did my guest offend you and entertain her like this?" Sima Yixuan seemed to appear suddenly and stood quietly in the courtyard. The moment the stick fell, he just appeared at the door, hurriedly
He casually picked a leaf and scratched the wrist of the slave who was being executed. Probably because he was too anxious, the wound was extremely deep, and the blood spurted out far away in an instant, drawing a bright red curve in the sun.
"Father, why did you let the slave staff scold Yi'er?" Another voice sounded almost at the same time. Sima Rong looked anxious and did not hide the dissatisfaction in his tone, "Why did Yi'er make you so angry?"
Such a look!"
As he spoke, he rushed to Cong Yi'er, raised his hand and slapped the slave who was being executed, and angrily scolded: "Damn slave, you dare to hit Cong Yi'er, come on, drag me down and beat me hard!
Yi'er, are you okay?"
Cong Yi'er sighed softly and said: "Sima Rong, you have to find someone to call the soul for me. Although I didn't receive the stick, I was very frightened. Did your father take some medicine today?
Already?" As he spoke, he looked up and saw Sima Yixuan frowning slightly, looking at them quietly.
Cong Xuewei and Su Yaxian stood at the door blankly, a little Cong Yier?! Is it true? Prince Xuan and the second prince actually appeared at the same time?!
"Princess Xun, you took me away from my palace. Why do you explain to me why Cong Yi'er is like this?" Sima Yixuan said coldly, "You should be lucky that the stick didn't fall on Cong Yi'er.
If anything goes wrong with Yi'er, I will definitely not spare you!"
Su Yaxian lowered her head and broke into a cold sweat, but did not dare to say a word.
"Yes, Auntie, why didn't you dissuade my father?" Sima Rong also complained, "Father, what happened to make you punish Yi'er like this? She is just a simple and straightforward woman, and she has no ill intentions.
"
"Because she said she didn't want to marry you!" The emperor said angrily, what the hell, a little Cong Yi'er actually let him be questioned by his brother and son in unison.
Sima Rong said unhappily: "I can slowly discuss with Yi'er whether she wants to marry or not. You will only make things worse. I was too harsh before, so she was unwilling to marry."
What's more, it's normal for her to be a little reluctant when I ask her to marry me with Xiai. Father, please don't blame Yi'er for this, she is just reacting normally."
"You have become a concern in his heart. Because of you, he doesn't know what to do." Sima Yixuan's voice sounded faintly in her ears. It sounded real but distant. She subconsciously glanced at Sima Rong and suddenly realized
, Sima Yixuan only said this to her alone, "It's strange that in such a short period of time, you can actually influence his mind. Sima Rong seems to be really attracted to you. What should you do?"
Cong Yi'er said calmly in her heart: "I don't know why, maybe it's just that I suddenly felt fresh. I am not the red thread in his life. He should marry Cong Xiai, not
It’s Cong Yi’er.”
She said this, thinking that Sima Yixuan would not hear it, but she heard Sima Yixuan say in a calm voice: "This is not a reason for explanation. He can't suddenly act on someone he has always hated so easily."
He even gave up his long-standing infatuation with Cong Xiai. There is something surprising about you. It is an indescribable feeling, because I am also moved by this feeling, and you can also be affected.
In my mind, I can even hear your voice. If it weren't for the guidance of your voice, I wouldn't be able to arrive just in time."
Cong Yi'er was stunned for a moment and said nothing. She turned to look at Sima Rong, only to see Sima Rong's concerned expression on his face. He was looking at her with worry in his eyes. He sighed softly. Cong Yi'er whispered softly.
Said: "Sima Rong, why can't you let go of me all of a sudden? You should love Cong Xiai, not Cong Yi'er. Cong Xiai is the one who is tied to your red thread in this life."
Sima Rong said softly: "I just heard the report from the slaves that my father was reprimanding you and wanted to punish you. I was very worried, so I came here. Fortunately, you are okay."
Cong Yier felt vaguely moved in her heart, smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, please forgive your mistake of pushing me into the lotus pond that day."
Sima Rong sighed softly and said: "Forget it, if you refuse to marry me, I won't force you, as long as you are happy. But, there is still a chance, right? You will accept me again, right?
?Father, please stop blaming Yi'er. I hope we can slowly discuss this matter with Yi'er. Please promise me, father, that no matter what happens in the future, please don't punish Yi'er again."
The emperor looked at his son blankly, not knowing what to say. Cong Xuewei and Su Yaxian looked at each other, and each breathed a sigh of relief. They did not notice that at this time, Sima Yixuan had gone to nowhere. His
His arrival was just like his departure, without any warning at all.