Chapter 163

163 cut a hundred knives in her face

Yang Jingshu silently picked up the clothes soiled by the palace maidservants and cleaned them again and again. The water in winter was cold to the bone. Her hands had frostbite pieces by pieces, and she had long lost consciousness in the cold well water.

She doesn't want to stay in this damn place all her life.

But the world is so big, where is her place?

She endured inhuman torture in the clothes washing Bureau for half a year until the news came that Yunyang Hou married the eldest daughter of the Shen family... Yang Jingshu was digging out a little badger oil from a small and broken bottle and smearing it on her chapped hands.

It's sunny outside the house. She can even clearly hear the crisp sound of the maids in waiting. They envy the good luck of the eldest lady of the Shen family. They can marry the best handsome general in the Empire, or make fun of each other. They are eager to meet an excellent husband in the future. Even if Lord Huo is 1% superior, their ancestors burn high incense

Yang Jingshu stared at the crisscross chilblain on the back of her hand and smiled bitterly. These hands have worked hard for twenty years and have suffered a lot in order to make a living. She had seen a glimmer of light and thought that with her own efforts, she would have a place in such a big court in the future and become a respected Doctor Yang.

Even, Yang Jingshu feels selfishly that she is no worse than Shen Qing Tathagata. She is better in both talent and effort. Her only deficiency is her birth.

She thought that with her efforts, one day she would be better than Shen Qingru. But the reality in front of her cruelly broke her fantasy. Shen Qingru became Mrs. Hou from the noble young lady of the Shen family, and she became the cheapest laundry slave in the palace from the common people.

The disparity between them is like a cloud and mud. Shen Qing is like a distant cloud in the sky, but she, Yang Jingshu, is the most humble dust in the muddy land.

Yang Jingshu stared at the blue frostbite on her fingers, and a strange smile appeared on her face.

Since God wants to treat her so badly, she must rise up and change her life against the sky!

A few days later, the third childe of the Wu family accidentally saved a poor washerwoman on a tree lined path in the palace.

The third son of the Wu family is the legitimate son of Wu Shangshu. A few days ago, he was determined to be the son-in-law of Princess Changping. Just after the imperial edict was issued yesterday, the future son-in-law followed Wu Shangshu to thank his majesty.

Wu's son-in-law was reluctant to marry the princess. Who doesn't know that marrying the princess basically cut off the possibility of three wives and four concubines, which makes Wu's son-in-law grow up in a pile of fat and powder. How can he be willing?

If you marry another princess, it's just the famous unruly Princess Changping in the royal family. This woman is arrogant, domineering and cruel. Ministers who have school-age CHILDES in their families should stay away from Princess Changping. They are deeply afraid that one day the emperor will be in a good mood and give Princess Changping to her son, which will kill her.

After all, Princess Changping is the emperor's beloved daughter. The emperor chose the youngest son of the Wu Shangshu family. Wu Shangshu is gentle and a middle-aged beautiful uncle. He doesn't want to be too bad. Mrs. Wu is also said to be a gentle and virtuous woman with the best temper. His majesty chose young master Wu in the hope that he would inherit the advantages of his parents and serve the unruly Princess Changping well.

The Wu family stayed for a while.

Wu Shangshu's hair turned white with worry. Even Mrs. Wu, who has always been mild tempered, jumped and scolded the emperor. Young master Wu almost ran away from home on the spot

However, thunder, rain and dew are all Junen. After the frying pan of the Wu family is finished, we still have to go to the palace to thank him. Just to say thank you, young master Wu's face is longer than Changbai Mountain.

Wu Shangshu cried in front of the emperor. Even the emperor felt a little guilty and rewarded a lot of things to appease the injured little soul of his family in the future.

Wu Shangshu went to the toilet. Young master Wu, the future son-in-law, was bored walking along the Boulevard. He happened to meet several palace maids who grabbed a palace maidservant and chased him.

Young master Wu had no intention of paying attention to the affairs in the palace. But the beaten handmaid hid pitifully. She looked at him eagerly with her pitiful eyes. Young master Wu's blood surged up and drove away the beating handmaids.

The rescued handmaid, who didn't know whether she was weak or too frightened, fell softly in the arms of young master Wu. A pair of watery black eyes looked at him, and her voice was soft and gentle: "thank you for saving your life, young master."

Young master Wu was looked at by those deer like pure eyes. Somehow, he felt reluctant to give up

Before Princess Changping passed the door, the future son-in-law first accepted a poor aunt Yang. On hearing the news, Princess Changping, who came to make trouble in the Shangshu mansion, sneered at the familiar face. "It's you bitch. “

Yang Jingshu thought that childe Wu would protect her, as he promised. However, under the influence of Princess Changping, childe Wu had long hung her head like a quail without saying a word. Yang Jingshu was held down by two women, and Princess Changping came forward with a smile and a hard stroke on her face with a gold hairpin.

A long wound slanted all the way from the left eyebrow to the corner of her lips. A ferocious, turned skin scar was like an ugly centipede on her original white and beautiful left face.

"This is a gift from the princess to Aunt Yang." Princess Changping smiled, but her eyes were full of malice.

She is also a frustrated person. Huo Qijun, who has loved her for many years, married Shen Qingru. Princess Changping hated to smash everything in the Yuhuan hall in the palace, but she could not stop the fact that the person she hated most married the person she loved most.

Destroying Yang Jingshu's face is just a little vent from Princess Changping. Yang Jingshu's half face was covered with blood stains. Looking at the frightened young master Wu in the corner, the corners of her mouth tilted slightly, revealing a ferocious smile like a ghost.

The gentle young master Wu said "ah" and fainted directly in the arms of his servant girl.

"Useless waste!" Yang Jingshu smiled, covered her left face and staggered out of the gate of Wu Shangshu's house.

The world is so big that there is really no place for her Yang Jingshu?

The blood flowed more and more. When Yang Jingshu thought she was going to die, a man appeared in front of her.

"Give you a chance, would you like to live?"

Yang Jingshu's Lingtai gradually cleared up. It's easy to die, but is she willing to die in obscurity?

The person she hates most still lives a carefree life. Why should she die?

In this way, Yang Jingshu made a deal with the devil, changed her face, went to the frontier fortress and became the favorite concubine of ashnamind, the great Turkic prince. A Shi Na Mingde is an out and out lust ghost. Originally, he would not be interested in Yang Jingshu, who is already plain and now has ruined her appearance, but Yang Jingshu knows a prescription that can make people hallucinate.

She became the favorite imperial concubine of the great prince and got the rich clothes, jade, clothes and jewelry she had never received before. However, looking at the dull eyes of the great prince and the ghost faces of the palace maids, Yang Jingshu felt deeply tired from the bottom of her heart.

Yang Jingshu cruelly asked people to kill all the palace maids who showed a frightened look on her face. The bloody head of the palace maids was presented. Looking at the head, Yang Jingshu sighed faintly. There was a deep sense of emptiness and powerlessness in her heart.

Is she going to live like this all her life?

Now, her most hated enemy finally stood in front of Yang Jingshu. What made her more happy was that now they exchanged positions. She became the one above, and Shen Qingru became the slim and humble figure under the steps.

Yang Jingshu was almost excited to sing. She stared at Shen Qingru under the steps, as if she wanted to see the look of pain, fear and loss from her face. To her disappointment, Shen Qingru straightened her back and looked at her faintly, with a trace of pity in her eyes.

Yang Jingshu's nails almost pinched into the meat. Why? Why did Shen Qingru not kneel at her feet and plead like she did when they exchanged positions?

"Shen Qingru, kneel down and beg me, maybe I will let you live." Yang Jingshu heard a voice in her throat, but her heart was roaring. She wanted to break the woman in front of her!

Shen Qingru's eyes were light, and he smiled softly when he heard the speech: "you won't."

Yang Jingshu was stunned, and then an anger rushed up directly from the bottom of her heart. The woman had already seen through her!

Shen Qingru stopped looking at Yang Jingshu on the steps and turned his eyes to the big prince Mingde. The big prince looks strange. His eyes are firmly following Yang Jingshu from beginning to end. Shen Qingru soon sees that the big prince must be controlled by Yang Jingshu with some medicine.

No wonder the eldest prince is so obsessed with the disfigured Yang Jingshu. No wonder people in the house listen to Yang Jingshu.

"Are you really not afraid of death?" Yang Jingshu snapped, "come on, drag this woman down and cut a hundred knives on her face first!"

She wanted to turn this cheap woman into a shameless woman whose appearance was more terrible than her. When she saw it, Huo Qijun was still willing to have her.

The big prince smiled and agreed with Yang Jingshu's words: "the princess is right, cut a hundred knives!"

As soon as the big prince's voice fell, a group of soldiers came in at the foot of the steps. The cold shining blade was aimed at Shen Qingru, and the atmosphere was tense for a moment. Shen Qingru sighed silently. She didn't look at Yang Jingshu at all, but turned to Mingrui: "Lord, don't you say something?"

Ashnar Mingrui held his chest in his hands and was looking at the play. When he heard the speech, he shrugged helplessly: "Miss Shen, my brother Wang is respected here. He has spoken, and I have nothing to do."

"But don't worry, Miss Shen. I'm taking a good Jinchuang medicine with me to ensure that Miss Shen will never die after a hundred knives." ASHNA Mingrui smiled and vowed to take out a small white porcelain bottle from his pocket.