The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 8: Ninggu Pagoda has arrived
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At that moment, the black-faced guard also nodded and said: "Brother is saying that even if the deposed prince is still alive, what can he do as a half-dead paralytic? It is impossible to return to the capital in this life, and he is So what if he finds out that the one we sent is a counterfeit? Where can he complain?"
The two of them stopped talking nonsense and started to take off Miss Duan's wedding dress three times. Amid A Chou's begging for mercy, they forced A Chou to put it on.
The carriage set off again, and A Chou was the only one left in the carriage. The originally cramped carriage suddenly became quite empty. A Chou was sitting stiffly in the carriage with a disheveled face and an out-of-place red outfit. My mind is full of "buzzing".
She thought of Miss Duan’s whimpering cries, of Miss Duan’s desperate eyes, of the nobility and dignity that Miss Duan had always insisted on, and of the barren grave where Miss Duan was hastily buried...
Duan Rulan, who is the same age as A Chou, stayed in the foreign land of Tongliao forever during the Qingming Festival this year, but A Chou, the dowry girl, had to wear this wedding dress to marry the half-dead paralytic on her behalf...
How badly was that person paralyzed?
Are you like Grandma Xiang from the Huanyi Bureau, whose leg was broken by a beam and she could only walk by holding on to the wall?
Or is it more powerful?
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A Chou felt as if grass had grown in her heart. She was flustered and uneasy. She lifted the curtains and looked at the deserted meadow outside. She couldn't help but think of the words of the white-faced guard in the post house just now. Staying is like a long sigh.
"From now on, the lives of the three of us are tied together. If our lives cannot be saved, we will kill you before we die. What to do next, whether it is life or death, you have to think carefully about it. Let’s go!”
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The first day of May in the 32nd year of Jiasheng
Ninggu Pagoda.
A Chou finally arrived at Ninggu Pagoda. He had come all the way from the capital. A Chou looked at the scenery outside the window, from the prosperity and wealth to the country roads, and then to the desolate place in front of him. He had been mentally prepared early in the morning, but A Chou Chou still couldn't help but sigh. This place was not as barren as the palace people said, but the sky full of weeds made it look even more desolate and desolate.
The carriage has been bumping along this barren meadow all day. It just rained yesterday and the road is not easy to walk. It is very muddy. The wheels of the carriage will get stuck. From time to time, the two guards will get out of the car and come down cursing. Pushing the cart, A Chou, relying on his wedding clothes, didn't have to get down to help. The carriage moved crookedly in the mud, and finally arrived at the place after dark.
"Is the bride here?" As soon as the carriage stopped, A Chou heard someone coming to greet him from outside, with undisguised joking in his tone, "Let me see if I'm handsome! I've never been I have never seen a noblewoman from such a wealthy family!"
"Old Jiang, you are such a loser," was the voice of the black-faced guard, "Has the house been tidied up?"
"I won't clean it up. I've done my best to cook for the paralyzed man every day, so I still have to clean up the house for him? Haha, I don't even want to enter that house full of **** and urine! I'm just waiting for you to kill him. Send it over quickly," Lao Jiang snorted loudly with his nose, and sneered while turning around the carriage, "Isn't the bride delivered now? Let the bride serve his groom, so as not to waste time. I’m wasting my time here!”