Shan Lai also knows that if this continues, she won't be able to hold it for long.
She was already disabled after her feet were broken, and she was poisoned by the ghost doctor, and no one outside could solve it.
Her body was decayed and decomposed day by day, and she was tortured in pain every day, and she was also subjected to inhuman humiliation every other day. She didn't want to die and couldn't live.
After being dragged to parade for a week, he was finally thrown back into the ruined house like being thrown in trash.
Shan Lai looked at the roof, her eyes red, and bitter hatred rushed through her eyes.
She is not going to live long, but the people who make her like this are living better than the others!
Feng Qingbai, Liu Yusheng, Feng Mohan, and Ba Nian!
"Ba Nian, the prince? The emperor? Hahahaha!" How much love she once had, how much she hates now!
Whenever she thought of his ruthlessness when he ordered someone to cut off her feet and threw her into the city of exile, she wanted to drink his blood and gnaw his bones!
Her eyes flickered, Shangai's hoarse voice, "Where to give up?"
A small hall is separated from the house, and in a broken house on the opposite side, the torture has just ended. The perpetrator has left contentedly, and the person lying on the ground has been cut off for most of his life.
Listening to the question from the woman over there, Shuangshuang's eyes moved, she struggled to get up from the ground, "Slavery, I don't know."
When being dragged out, she put the little baby in the corner, but now, there is no one in the corner.
"Little master, Xu is hungry, so I went to find and eat." This is a common occurrence.
All the food she exchanged was taken by the saint, and she had to think of other ways to fill her stomach.
As for the little baby, she can't even take care of herself, so how can she take care of him all the time
Little children often go hungry.
When the saint is in a better mood, she will reward the little baby with a bite.
Once half a year ago, the baby was so hungry that he crawled out and found something to eat on the ground outside. After that, when he was hungry, he would run out by himself to find something to eat, and when he came back, he would often bring injuries on his body.
How he went out to find, what he ate, why he was hurt, neither the saint nor her ever asked.
Later, the frequency increased. Every time the baby disappeared, they knew that he must have gone out to find something to eat.
"Go get him back, now." The woman's arrogant attitude aroused the hostility in Han Shuang's eyes.
Without her response, the woman's voice fell cold, "Do you want to resist me?"
"Slaves... Don't dare." Ten fingers pinched into the palms of the palms, Shuangshuang gave a low reply, supported the tired body, and walked out slowly.
She herself is too ridiculous, why does she still hope that at such a time, the saint will be a little considerate and considerate of her
That person is selfish and ruthless.
As soon as she walked out of the entrance of the hall, Hanshuang saw the little figure standing at the entrance of the courtyard, staggering back step by step.
Hanshuang stopped, "Saint, the little master is back."
"Bring him in."
One year and one year old entered the room, and the woman was still lying on the ground. The room was so dark that they could hardly see anything, and the few ray of moonlight leaking through the window was only enough for them to see the surrounding spots clearly.
And the woman's eyes hidden in the darkness, the gloomy light flickered, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity in the dark.
Make the soles of your feet chill.
"Outcast, come here." The woman sat up and said to the little baby who was standing still at the door.
The little baby looked at her quietly and didn't move.
"Little master, the saint will let you pass. Go to the saint." Hanshuang's hand gently pushed the little baby's back, pushing him forward.
If he is not obedient, he will be beaten.
Following the strength of Hanshuang, the little baby staggered and walked slowly to the woman on the ground.
The face is always quiet, and there is a colorless emptiness in his eyes.
When the little baby approached, Shan Lai stretched out her hand and took hold of the little baby's hand that was hanging down on her side and tightened into a fist.
That little hand is cold.
"Don't be afraid, my mother won't hit you." Shan Lai smiled, her rotten face, her smile just gently tugged at the abscesses, "Mother didn't want to hit you before. It's just that. My mother hates me too much, because there are so many people who bully my mother and I'm sorry."
"Outcast, mother may not live long, don't hate mother, okay?"
"You are still young, and you don't understand many things, and even what I say, you may not understand. But it doesn't matter, you don't need to understand now, you just have to remember, remember what your mother said to you."
"Listen, your dad is Emperor Feng Mohan of Nanling. If you grow up, you have to go back to recognize your ancestors and help your mother... take revenge!"
Looking at Shanlai's crazy eyes, Hanshuang shivered.
She vaguely guessed the reason why she changed her attitude towards the little baby today.
The saint is afraid that she will live soon, but she is not reconciled to those who she hates doing too well. She wants the little master to avenge her!
But Emperor Nanling was innocent at all.
Speaking seriously, Nanling Emperor did not apologize to the saint.
That day it was the saint who climbed onto the dragon bed with a trick and became pregnant with the little master.
And Nanling Emperor pursued her regardless of love, also because the saint was a spy. She wanted to disrupt the Nanling royal family, and wanted to shake the foundation of Nanling. As the emperor of a dynasty, how could he turn a blind eye to this? Does the saint still think that the Emperor Nanling would not blame her for everything he did to her, and it would be so true to her
There is an effect only if you have a cause, and if you plant the cause yourself, you have to bear the effect yourself.
Being a man is the most taboo, and taking oneself too high.
Hanshuang lowered his eyes to hide the ridicule under his eyes.
The saint now reverses right and wrong, trying to instill the idea of revenge in the little master when he is still young.
This is also the last bargaining chip in her hand.
His eyes fell on the little baby's too thin back, and he quickly turned away.
She can't protect herself and can't help him. Blame him for not having a good baby in this life.
Early the next morning, the ruined house was ushered in.
The food obtained is still two steamed buns. Shan Lai took all of them. This time, she divided half of them to the little baby, and even personally soaked the cold and hard steamed buns in water to soften them, and fed them into the little baby's mouth.
Acting like a mother for the first time.
The broken house is not far from the street, and the lively noise of the street can be easily heard.
Unlike the New Year festival in Xiliang City, New Year is everywhere in other places, but the smell of blood is permeated here.
During the New Year, there are many people coming out to drink in the streets and alleys, in groups, everyone is a hero.
Naturally, there are more conflicts than usual.
If you don't agree, you will fight, and if you make a few sentences, you will copy guys.
In the past two days, I can hear frequent rumors of death.
This is the city of exile.
If you want to survive here, you can only shrink back and be bullied.
After handing over the buns, Hanshuang returned to the room exhaustedly. When passing by the hall, he saw someone outside the house from the corner of his eyes.
One man and one woman, all dressed in brocade clothes, handsome men and women.
Especially the taste of men is very special, the robe on his body is embroidered with gold thread.