Female Supporting Counterattack Road: The male protagonist stands still and does not move

Chapter 59 When the palace fight is in progress (26)

"He promised to marry me..."

The matter has come to this point, it is useless to say more.Ning Wan didn't intend to comfort Concubine Heng, a tragic story is like this, Steward Mo and Yuheng are childhood sweethearts, Yuheng was supposed to marry Steward Mo when he was young, but Butler Mo never came back, Yuheng could only obey the wishes of his father at home Enter the palace as a concubine.

It's just that this hydrangea probably entrusted Yuheng's countless love and hatred.

She should have thought that there must be hidden secrets in this, why Yuheng didn't like to show courteousness in front of the emperor, why Yuheng always looked lazy and disdainful to the concubines, because she had long fallen in love with others.

"Everything will be fine." Ning Wan didn't tell Yuheng that maybe Butler Mo was just delayed by something, and those who knew him knew what happened to Butler Mo, so it was useless.

Now that she is a concubine, so what if he comes back?It was impossible for her to break free from the gorgeous shackles of the palace.

In the deep palace and high walls, who and who are trapped?

Concubine Heng's weeping from covering her face at the beginning gradually changed to sobbing softly, and they sat from the twilight of the morning to the noon of the day, when the sun was shining.

Ning Wan frowned, she would definitely suffer from heat stroke if she stayed here any longer, she called Ling Lan Hongxiu who had been staying at the side to help her, helped Concubine Heng up from the ground, and moved her into the hall behind her.

Yuheng lost all strength and let them toss and sit in the hall. Hongxiu was still considerate and hurriedly ordered Luluo to prepare tea for her.

After Yuheng moistened his throat, Ning Wan saw that Yuheng was still staring at the Hydrangea outside the door, thought for a while and said to Hongxiu: "Move the Hydrangea back to the palace, don't let it burn."

Hearing that Hongxiu hurriedly moved away, Yuheng turned his head and gave Ning Wan a thankful smile.

"Ling Lan, does your mother have the habit of taking a lunch break?"

Lily of the valley nodded.

"Then rest here with me." After speaking, Ning helped Yuheng around the screen and lay down on the collapsed bed.Then he stayed by her side.

For a moment, Yuheng seemed to be falling asleep, and called someone's name in a daze: "Mo Heng..."

Wen Yan Ning Wan felt as if a string had snapped in his head.

Henry Henry?Henry!
Ning Wan searched for that figure in her memory, and what she saw was the self who was still performing in the brothel five years ago.

I am an orphan, and soon after I had memories, I was taken in by the old bustard of Baihualou. The mother of Baihualou treated me well, but asked her to keep practicing dancing. I seemed to be only seven years old.

Five years later, at the age of 12, she was pushed onto the stage by the bustard to perform, and she saw that little figure dancing briskly on the stage.

Growing up in a brothel, she thinks it doesn't matter if she sells her body. It's probably because she's not old enough to make herself famous first. When she's old enough, the procuress will probably auction off her first night, just like auctioning off an oiran sister.

But there are always some people with special hobbies who are even interested in the 12-year-old her.When she inadvertently heard a man say to her mother with a wicked smile: "It must taste so tender~"

Mom smiled: "After all, I was the one who saw the big ones. It would be too hurtful to start picking up customers at such a young age."

"What's the point? If you earn enough money, you will die." The man laughed wantonly.

After hearing this, Ning Wan quietly left and went to the backyard. She probably understood why Sister He, who came in only a few days ago, would rather hang herself than listen to her mother's orders to pick up guests.

And she also began to gradually feel disgusted with the reception. If it wasn't for her mother's request, she wouldn't dance on the stage. If it wasn't for her mother's request, she would rather draw herself extremely ugly.

(End of this chapter)