===Wedge ===
Xiao Hua no longer felt any pain.
Maybe at first, she could still feel the pain penetrating into the bone marrow, and wanted to curse and struggle, but she no longer had the strength to do so.
The pain gradually became paralyzed, and it seemed that the pain was far away from her. The eyes are already bloodshot, and the eyes are full of blood red, and I can no longer see the ugly faces around...
ugly
Hehe~~ In fact, she was also a member of that ugly face. It's just that the king loses, it's just that she loses, so at this time she was pinned to the ground and stabbed to death in public, and they stood aside and looked at her with a smile...
I can't hear anything...
Can't hear their sneer, can't hear their downfall, can't hear their sanctimonious condemnation and scolding...
Hehe - don't laugh at anyone.
Who is cleaner in this backyard? !
The so-called clean, but it has not been torn out.
The mouth was stuffed with a piece of rotten cloth, and the blood spurting out of the throat could only slowly spill out along the corner of the mouth because the mouth was blocked...
Xiaohua opened her eyes wide, her face pressed against the cold slate floor. She suddenly felt so cold, so cold, just like the day many years ago, it was not so cold, but it made her cold to the core...
A scene from a long, long time ago flashed slowly in front of her eyes. She usually did not want to recall this scene, and even gradually blurred her memory on purpose
She is the most favored aunt of the Fourth Young Master of the Marquis of Jinyang, how can she bring up her unbearable life experience again
But why, why, at the moment when she was about to die, she remembered that long, long ago—
"...Xiaohua, don't blame dad!"
The rickety Zhuanghu man touched her young head with his rough big hand, then staggered and turned away.
It was raining finely outside, and it was cold, but it was not as cold as Xiaohua's heart.
When she was only 5 years old, she just watched the back gradually move away, neither crying nor chasing after her.
At that time, she already understood that she was sold by her father.
The uncle housekeeper next to her touched her little head, sighed, and led her into the door behind him.
Strange
How can you blame it
The flood in the hometown washed away everything in the family, and the sorrow was everywhere, and the father and mother took her and two younger brothers to escape from the wilderness. Along the way, there was nothing to eat, nothing to drink, and no one to take in.
After finally finding a place to breathe for a while, my brother fell ill again.
There is no other way but to sell the child.
Also, can only sell her...
In fact, a long time ago, she complained about the family. Just as she was being resold again and again, when she was starving and beating all day long...
Why did the family want to sell her, just because she was a daughter? Is my daughter so worthless!
But then she didn't complain anymore, she only complained!
Why didn't God give her a good background, why didn't she give birth to a wealthy family...
How happy are the young ladies of rich families, who do not have to worry about food and drink, wear gold and silver, and are surrounded by servants.
But she didn't give birth to a good family!
Then, you can only earn it yourself...
The end of earning is what she is like at this time.
I regret it so much... I really regret it... In fact, Xiaohua regretted it a long time ago, but she has already taken that step, and she has not left herself any room for regret. If she doesn't fight, she can only be swallowed alive by life. So she can only fight, fight hard, fight back and forth, only to find that some things are not what you want to fight for...
It would be nice if, if I could do it all over again... If I could do it all over again... She must reform herself and be an honest person... Stay away, stay away... This filthy, everything that fascinated her eyes and her heart...
It's a pity, it's a pity that life can't be repeated...
The red in front of me is getting darker and darker, gradually turning black...
"Fourth Young Madam, I'm dying..."
The sturdy old woman who was playing the board put her hand to the tip of the man's bleeding nose and tried it, and said to a lady who was even ornately dressed on the steps.
The Fourth Young Lady first looked around at the group of pretty women beside her, twitched the corners of her mouth in demonstration, and then waved her hand lightly.
"Roll it up with a mat and throw it out."