Chapter 324 The Death of Han Linglan

Looking at the figure of the two leaving, Mu Qingya and Duanmu Lingyu looked at each other and smiled unconsciously.

"Qingya, go back first."

Mu Qingya nodded and glanced at the blood stains on the ground, and a trace of cold flashed in her eyes: Han Linglan was really anxious to use such a inferior means, but fortunately she did so and helped Yuhan eliminate a hidden danger in advance.

At this time, Han Xilian, who returned to the palace, was furious. The maidservants who knelt on the ground all lay on the ground and dared not make a sound. Han Linglan suddenly threw the spring rain bottle of cigarettes in her hand on the ground, and the valuable porcelain suddenly turned into fragments.

Mother Zhao was still wrapped in bandages, but she also did not escape the fate of kneeling: "The Empress is angry. What kind of anger do you have for me? Don't hurt your body."

Han Xilian smiled and hit Mother Zhao's head with a bang: "I hate people most. You said that I want this palace to have a fire for you. How do you feel now?"

M Mother Zhao's body trembled, and the wound on her head bled again, dyeing the wrapped cloth scarf red. The tea had been placed for a while. Although it was not hot, the tea and water stains left on her head caused a lot of blood stains and bright red. Although the pain made her eyes black, she did not dare to show anything. Disrespectful: "I deserve to die, please forgive me."

Han Xilian sneered, looked at Mother Zhao sarcastically, and hooked the corners of her lower lip coldly: "Don't say anything wrong in the future. If you really want me to be angry with you, you won't be afraid of becoming what you are now. If you let me hear someone lying again, I will take off whose tongue first!"

A group of palace people quickly answered. Han Xilian snorted coldly. After a while, the anger in his heart subsided slightly, and then waved them to retreat. In a blink of an eye, he looked at the curtain behind the screen: "Are you happy to see that I am angry?"

The man in blue came out with a warm smile: "How can Lian'er think of me like this? It's too late for me to feel distressed."

"Well, what you said is good. You came to see my jokes. Now it's all right, I don't have any rights, and you don't have anything to plan."

The man frowned and his face was cold: "Why do you think of me so? Am I that kind of person? For so many years, you still don't know me. When I heard that something happened to you, I hurried over, but I didn't expect to get such suspicion from you. In this case, then I'll go." With that, he strode behind the curtain.

Han Xilian's eyes flashed with anger. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything. Seeing that the man really left, he kicked over the jade incense burner at his feet.

Son, a sigh came, and the man came out from behind the curtain, his face full of helplessness: "Pian'er, it's not easy for you and me to get along with. Don't ruin our friendship because of others. Don't worry, I will avenge you this time." The man came out from behind the curtain with a tired face.

Seeing that he didn't leave, Han Xilian smiled a little more: "How are you going to avenge me?"

"Han Linglan's life is ruined. The emperor has no intention of returning her to the harem, so it's better to let her play the greatest effect."

Han Xilian looked up and saw the coldness in the man's eyes, and suddenly smiled: "What do you want to do?"

" Soon, you will know."

Han Linglan didn't expect that the steady plan in her heart would be so easily seen through and be defeated by the generals. When she woke up, she only felt that the pain on her body was like a crack, especially the body below her waist was completely uncontrollable, except for the pain.

She opened her eyes with difficulty and looked at the old-fashioned decorations around her, and her heart suddenly sank: "Come on... come on..."

The door was pushed open, and an ordinary-looking old lady came in with a bowl of soup: "Yo, Miss Han is awake."

Han Linglan subconsciously frowned: "Who are you? Where is this?

The Mister smiled and her face was indescribably strange: "It's normal for Miss's surprise, but who is to blame? Who let the lady do such a shameless thing? Speaking of which, you have to adapt quickly. You will always be here with the ancient Buddha for the rest of your life."

Han Linglan was stunned, but she felt the pain of the cone when she wanted to get up. The picture of her facing Mu Qingya in the waterhouse quickly flashed in her eyes, and the hatred rose in her eyes: "Mu Qingya... It's all Mu Qingya's bitch who hurt me!"

"Miss, don't talk nonsense. At that time, Lord Xu He had checked the refreshment and the people around him. There was no trace of medicine at all. It doesn't matter if she is shameless, how can she involve others? The emperor has said that you are shameless about this matter!"

"Bold! You are a cheap maidservant, what right do you have to talk to me like this?

M Mother smiled stiffly: "Do you think you are still the eldest daughter of the Han family? Now who in Kyoto doesn't know that the owner of the Han family expelled you from the family tree? Now you are not as good as me.

"No, it won't!" Han Linglan couldn't believe it, "You..."

She wanted to argue, but when she thought of the rude behavior she had made in front of Mo Ao before, her heart suddenly sank. Is she going to spend her life like this? His eyes fell on the old decorations around him, and he couldn't wait to smash Mu Qingya's body in his heart: "I don't want to live like this. What's the difference between this and death? How can my grandfather and father spoil me so much?

The Mister holding the medicine bowl smiled and slowly reached Han Linglan's bedside: "Miss, your resentment is tight. You used to be the apple of the Han family, but you were a famous noble woman, enjoying all the colorful clothes and food. Now... tut..."

After experiencing a series of things, Han Linglan's spirit was close to collapse. Hearing the Mami said this, she felt even more unbearable. Her blue fingers clung to the mattress under her, looking ferocious.

Seeing her like this, the Mister smiled more and more brightly: "Miss, all this is caused by Mu Qingya. You can't let her go easily."

"Mu Qingya... Yes, you're right, all this is caused by Mu Qingya." Han Linglan was very hateful. If that bitch, if it weren't for Mu Qingya, she would still be the daughter of the Han family, a pearl of Canglan, but now she is abandoned here like an abandoned person. As a family lady, she knows very well how miserable it will be if she is abandoned by the family and waiting for her.

"Miss, since you understand, the maidservant will give you a chance to revenge." With that, he put the medicine bowl on the stool and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve. "Miss, since you are resentful in your heart, write down the grievances you have suffered. The maidservant will help you hand it over to the emperor. At that time, the Empress will also help you redress your grievances."

Han Linglan's eyes were happy: "You're right, you're right."

grabbed the silk handkerchief in the M Mother's hand, and Han Linglan wanted to do it, but found that there was no pen and was about to ask for it. The Mister next to her grabbed her finger, took out a hairpin from her arms, and stabbed her finger fiercely.

"Miss, if you write it like this, the emperor will understand your suffering more and more."

Han Linglan trembling with pain, but the pain in her hand was suppressed by the pleasure of revenge: "You're right. I must let the emperor take a good look at my grievances."

M mother looked coldly at Han Linglan writing on her handkerchief word by word for how she had been framed, and her eyes flashed with satisfaction. After about half an hour, seeing that Han Linglan finally finished writing, she reached out and picked up the silk handkerchief and held the medicine bowl beside her: "Miss, you are injured. Drink the medicine first."

Han Linglan drank the medicine in the bowl and grabbed the mother's clothes tightly with her fingers: "You must give this silk hand over to the emperor. If you don't see the emperor, you can give it to the empress. The empress will definitely help me and will definitely pick me up."

"Ha ha..." The old lady wrote in a low voice and stretched out her hand to break Han Linglan's finger. "Miss, don't worry, I will give this silk handkerchief to the emperor, but you can never get out."

Han Linglan was stunned, looked up, and finally found that the smile on the M Mother's face was wrong: "You...what do you mean by that?"

"What else can it be? It means that you will die here."

Han Linglan's eyes widened and her face was ferocious. She felt the pain in her abdomen, and the pain seemed to exhaust her life: "What did you...drink for me?"

"Nothing, just something that allows you to play the last bit of value. Miss, don't worry. When you get to the king of hell, you can avenge your grievances. Remember, it was Mu Qingya who killed you.

"Ah...ah..." The blood in her mouth spit out, as if she couldn't spit it all out. Han Linglan stretched out her finger and wanted to get up from ** little by little, but it rolled down.

The Mister stepped back two steps, and her eyes were full of contempt. She raised her foot and stepped on Han Linglan's extended finger fiercely. She only heard two snaps, and the sound of broken bones sounded: "Miss, don't worry."

Han Linglan struggled for a long time, and finally gradually lost her voice. Her red eyes were wide open, and she didn't understand who killed her until she died.

"Bah!" The Mister raised her foot and wiped the soles of Han Linglan's feet, exterred fiercely, put the silk handkerchief next to Han Linglan's body, picked up the medicine bowl and strode out.

In the palace, there are no waves on the surface, but private rumors about Han Linglan are surging, especially after the queen was seized of power and the noble concubine Li was in charge of the palace affairs, the harem was watching the jokes of the Han family.

Le Qi was very happy to say the rumors in the palace to Mu Qingya, but he didn't want to catch them off guard:

"Han Linglan is dead."