Chapter 242 Revenge
Chapter 242 Revenge
He likes it so much.
Reaching out his hand and gently scratching her nose, Bai Yanli said with a smile: "You seem to want nothing, yet you seem to want everything. Where on earth are you from?"
Tang Wanru rolled her eyes at him: "I only want useful ones. I won't even look at useless ones."
"So what's useful?"
When this was mentioned, Tang Wanru suddenly became interested. She didn't say anything, but looked him up and down.
Then she didn't answer, but suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips. The electric shock-like feeling instantly flowed through Bai Yanli's body.
She smiled mischievously and said, "You!"
She rarely takes the initiative.
But this time it's really hard to resist.
Bai Yanli narrowed his eyes, hugged her soft waist and kissed her deeply.
*
Beijing, by the Flower Lake.
Today, a summer poetry meeting was held here, and many noble men and women participated. There were many handsome men and beautiful women by the Hua Lake, and it was very lively.
Tang Wanru also came, but she was not here to attend the poetry meeting. She came to relax. She was wearing a lotus green skirt, holding a fan in her hand and sitting in the pavilion fanning herself from time to time. Li Yuyan and Wu Ying had just gone to the lake to take a look at the poetry meeting, and now they saw her here and came over.
The two looked at each other and deliberately knelt down to salute: "Greetings to the Seventh Imperial Concubine."
"Good luck to the Seventh Imperial Concubine!"
Knowing that the two people were teasing her on purpose, Tang Wanru deliberately waved her fan and said, "Excuse me."
When the two heard her say this, they smiled even more.
"I'm not saying this, but you're really lucky." Li Yuyan said as she sat next to her, "Just now, those noble ladies were talking about you, saying that you were married to the richest man in the capital, with plenty of money, and now this richest man has become a prince, and suddenly he has great power, you're really lucky."
"What do you mean Wanru is lucky?" Wu Ying also said, "I think it's the Seventh Prince who is lucky. He became successful after marrying our Wanru. It's our Wanru who brought him good luck."
The two were about to say something, but Tang Wanru glanced at them calmly and said, "Alright. If you continue, I won't be polite. Outsiders talked about the imperial concubine behind her back, and at most I would slap them in the face. But you two are so bold that you dare to talk about her in front of me. I will send someone to slap you on the palms."
"Puchi!" The two were amused by her words. But at the same time, they knew that Tang Wanru didn't want them to say anything more, so the two of them started laughing.
"The imperial concubine is really powerful. Can you please not hit her palm? How about hitting her butt?" Wu Ying said.
"You stinky girl." Li Yuyan gritted her teeth and wanted to slap her.
Their noise made Tang Wanru laugh as well.
Not far away, Tang Yue'er also came out of the poetry party with a few noble ladies. She felt that everything was not going well for her recently, so she came out to relax.
When I looked up, I saw Tang Wanru smiling in the pavilion.
Looking at Tang Wanru's smiling face, Tang Yue'er felt even more depressed.
How many happy things does she have every day?
She seemed to have never seen her feel sad.
But it will be soon.
I heard that Zhao Mengyi had already planted someone in the Bai Mansion, and that woman was the one she asked Zhao Mengyi to find. She was very resourceful, and she wanted to see how long she could be happy.
Thinking of this, Tang Yueer walked over and said, "Sister."
The laughter was suddenly interrupted. Li Yuyan and Wu Ying stood on both sides of Tang Wanru and looked at Tang Yueer coldly.
She came forward as if she hadn't heard anything: "Sister, if you have anything happy, please share it with me."
share?
Li Yuyan thought, she didn't come here to share, she came here to make trouble. This flower lake is so big, and there are so many pavilions around, why did she come here?
Li Yuyan was about to speak when she was stopped by Tang Wanru. She fanned herself carelessly, her hair floating gently in the wind. She lifted her eyelids and looked at her carelessly: "There's nothing happy. I just listened to the poems of a few gentlemen by the lake and found them boring."
"That's right." Wu Ying also said, "The words and sentences are pretentious, and the emotions are pale. The more I listen, the more boring it becomes."
"So," Tang Wanru continued, fanning herself, "we thought of the acrostic poem that Prince Zhou wrote back then, which contained all his deep affection for you."
When Tang Yueer heard this, her face suddenly darkened.
"The poem was so full of emotion that it seemed to be overflowing. If the prince wasn't so full of love for his wife, how could he have written such a poem?" said Li Yuyan.
Seeing that Tang Yue'er didn't say a word, Tang Wanru asked, "Why, it seems that my sister doesn't seem to have any interest in that poem anymore?"
"That's right." Tang Wanru said, "I guess Prince Zhou loves my sister very much at home every day. My sister is very happy. How can she remember the text?"
Tang Yueer's heart sank.
happiness?
Tang Yue'er wondered, is she happy?
Thinking back to when Zhou Ziyue was with Jiang Qin every day in the Marquis' Mansion, and thinking back to that night when he pressed her against the wall and strangled her neck tightly.
Almost strangled her to death.
Tang Yue'er felt a sense of depression in her heart. For a few moments, she felt that the time they had spent together under the moonlight and flowers was completely non-existent.
And what Tang Wanru said now was clearly a mockery of her.
She is like this every day, is she happy?
Seeing that Tang Yue'er didn't say anything, Tang Wanru asked with a smile: "Why, sister, are you unhappy?"
"Then is Prince Zhou not good to you?"
"Okay, of course he treats me well." Tang Yue'er gritted her teeth and squeezed out these words. She said it with gritted teeth and walked straight to Tang Wanru.
She looked at her with a cold face and said, "Sister, you have to keep happiness in your heart. If you don't show it on your face every day, you'd better be careful that someone steals your home!" She was naturally referring to the woman who had been sent into the mansion by Zhao Mengyi.
Ha ha.
Tang Wanru also stood up and answered her with a chuckle: "Others can't steal my nest. I'm good at stealing others'. Sister, you should be careful too."
Tang Yue'er gritted her teeth and looked at her hatefully.
Tang Wanru withdrew her gaze, narrowed her beautiful eyes, fanned herself and asked softly, "Oh, by the way, I forgot to ask you, sister, are you enjoying your time in the palace?"
"You must be very proud of sending Concubine Yu to the cold palace right on the spot, right, sister?"
In the palace?
Tang Yue'er was startled, her pupils suddenly dilated as she looked at Tang Wanru!
She said the palace!
Her mind instantly recalled the reasons and consequences of her entering the palace. She entered the palace because she heard the news that Tang Wanru had entered the palace at the Tang Mansion.
She suddenly realized that all this was designed by Tang Wanru!
She entered the palace, she harmed Concubine Yu, and because of that she was strangled by Zhou Ziyue. Everything was planned by Tang Wanru!
Thinking of this, Tang Yue'er unconsciously took two steps back.
She looked at her in horror.
She designed such a big game, and I was just a pawn in it!
Tang Yue'er was extremely shocked. She felt as if she didn't know Tang Wanru anymore!
Tang Wanru didn't say anything else. She sat down again, fanning herself gently. She leaned back in the gazebo, looked up at her gently.
"Sister, I'm not saying this to scare you today." She said with a breath like smoke, "I'm just trying to remind you——"
"Empress Yu is crazy." She opened her thin lips and said slowly, "The prince wants revenge."
She raised her eyebrows slightly, "Who do you think he's going to kill first?"
who? !
Isn't that her?!
Thinking of this, Tang Yue'er trembled violently and almost fell down the stairs.
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