After half an hour, Fu Xueyan returned to the house.
Qiao Wei had just changed a diaper for the little beauty, and when she turned around and saw her coming in, she asked, "Are you ready?"
Fu Xueyan closed the door gently: "Well, I just fell asleep."
Qiao Wei stuffed the little beauty into the swaddle, and stuffed Xiaobai into it too. With Xiaobai warming her, her body really improved a lot: "Your sister, fortunately, it's not broken to the bone."
Fu Xueyan came over, sat down and touched her daughter's forehead and said: "She is not bad, but she has a little temper and is a little bit unwilling."
Qiao Wei took it for granted: "That's right, how could a child who has grown up like that not be unwilling?"
No one understands this feeling better than her. When she was Binger's age, she was much more serious than Binger. Binger only complained about her sister. At that time, she even complained about the whole society. own parents.
She didn't understand that she was neither disabled nor stupid, so why didn't they want her? Why leave her in that cold orphanage? Why let her grow up so hard
When she was in school, the thing she was most afraid of was inviting parents. She had no parents. Of course she had the dean's mother, but she was not her own mother, she belonged to many people.
She doesn't want others to know that she carefully maintains her poor self-esteem and vanity, she studies desperately and never dares to make mistakes, she tries hard to get into places that none of them can get into, she separates herself from the world separated.
After growing up, when the mind matured, I slowly let it go, but letting go does not mean relief. Some things can be ignored for a lifetime, but there is no way to forgive them.
When she was a child, she should have been as smart, cute and beautiful as Jing Yun and Wang Shu. What kind of parents would not even want such a good child
"What's wrong with you?" Fu Xueyan interrupted Qiao Wei's thoughts.
Qiao Wei regained consciousness: "I'm distracted, what did you just say?"
Fu Xueyan looked her up and down, and said a little worriedly: "I didn't say anything, I've been waiting for you to say, are you okay? I think something is wrong with you just now? Do you have something on your mind?"
"I'm fine." Qiao Wei quickly returned to normal, and said in a normal tone, "That person should come to Binger again, what are you going to do?"
Fu Xueyan said: "Let's wait and see what happens."
In her infancy, the little beauty woke up from hunger and burst into tears.
Fu Xueyan went to feed her, and Qiao Wei got up to leave.
When Qiao Wei walked to the door, she ran into the leader who heard the sound.
Since the last accident, Ji Mingxiu has severely punished the leader of the leader. In addition to the violent beating by Qiao Wei, there is almost no good place on his body. He has been hiding for the past two days. Feeling dejected in the small wing, I couldn't help it before I came out to see my little beauty. I never thought that I would bump into Qiao Wei.
His eyes fell on Qiao Wei's right leg, and he hesitated and said, "You... what are you... all right?"
Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows: "Oh, you're still limping!"
The leader gave her an aggrieved look, and went into the room sullenly.
Qiao Wei chuckled.
They didn't intend to go to Yunzhong City today. Ji Mingxiu was only one step away from breaking through the seventh level of Nine Suns Palm, and went to the secret room for retreat early. Ghost King and Shiqi took their two children to the garden, Cangjiu was locked up. In the house, in order to prevent him from playing tricks, Qiao Wei asked His Royal Highness the Ghost King to seal his acupoints.
The palace seemed to have regained its former peace, until at night, a handwritten letter was delivered to Bing'er by a servant girl.
The servant girl said: "Sister Bing'er, someone asked me to hand over this letter to you just now."
"Who is it?" Bing'er asked.
"A man." The servant girl said.
Bing'er's eyes froze.
The servant girl thought she had misunderstood her own intentions, so she hurriedly explained: "Sister Bing'er, don't get me wrong, I... I didn't make random guesses, and I won't talk nonsense."
Bing'er said calmly: "It's nothing, it's the rouge shop I often go to, and informed me that a new product is coming."
"So that's how it is." The servant girl smiled, "What's so good, sister Bing'er bring me a box, and I'll give you the money later."
"Okay." Bing'er smiled.
The servant girl withdrew.
Bing'er put the latch on the door, read the letter with trembling eyes, put the letter paper on the fire and burned it, took a deep breath, put on a burqa, held an oiled paper umbrella, and left the palace on a snowy night.
Diagonally opposite the palace, there were a few small alleys with little traffic. In one of the alleys, Ji Mingxiu's traveling carriage was parked. Beside the carriage stood a man wearing a large black cloak.
A lot of snow fell on the man's body, as if he had been waiting for a long time, a hint of impatience appeared on his plain face.
After an unknown amount of time, a girl holding an oil-paper umbrella finally walked out of the wind and snow.
The girl was wearing a bloated cotton padded jacket and a large burqa, covering her whole body tightly, but even so, she could vaguely see her graceful figure.
This is a young and beautiful body.
The girl came to the alley.
The impatience on the man's face faded in an instant, and he turned his head with a thought-provoking smile: "I thought you wouldn't come, it's such a cold day, and you are still asked to walk such a long way, Daddy really loves me."
Bing'er's throat slid a bit, keeping a not too close distance with him: "What's the matter with you?"
The man smiled and said, "Can't you come to my daughter if you have nothing to do?"
Bing'er's eyes were cold and she didn't speak.
The man took a step closer to her, Bing'er squeezed the handle of the umbrella, he walked under her umbrella, looked at her with a sneer: "How did you do what I asked you to do?"
Bing'er lowered her eyes and said, "She found out."
The man's smile faded: "What does it mean to be discovered by her?"
Bing'er said: "I poisoned her, but she saw it."
The man said coldly: "Lie! That kind of poison can't even be tested with silver needles, how could she see it?"
Bing'er took a deep breath, looked straight into his eyes, and said firmly: "I didn't lie, she just saw it. Could it be that the medicine you gave was not good enough?"
"Snapped!"
The man slapped him across the face.
Bing'er felt the world spinning for a while, and bumped into the cold and hard wall unpreparedly, a piece of her forehead was smashed, and blood flowed out instantly.
Bing'er held back the pain, leaned on the wall and stood up dizzily.
The man walked up to her, pinched her chin, wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with his rough thumb, and said with a sneer: "Forget that you are from the palace, I can't beat you like this again, if people can see , you are not easy to explain. Let's go, this is not a place to talk. "
The teenage girl was shivering with fright in the cold wind, and there was a little disgust in her eyes, but she quickly covered it up.
The man picked up the oil-paper umbrella that fell on the ground, opened it and walked away.
Bing'er wrapped her burqa tightly and tremblingly followed.
The two of them crossed the alley, walked onto the street, and soon came to the restaurant from yesterday. Bing'er squeezed the empty purse and said, "I didn't bring that much money today."
The man smiled: "Don't worry, you don't need to spend money today!"
Bing'er's complexion didn't improve because of this, on the contrary, she hugged the arm that hurt from bumping against the wall, only feeling that her body was getting colder.
After walking for a while, the bustling streets were left far behind, and the terrain became more and more remote.
Bing'er asked: "This place is far enough from the palace, what do you have to say...you can say it!"
The man smiled and said, "No hurry."
Binger bit the bullet and followed, walking slower and slower.
The man turned his head: "What? Can't walk anymore?"
As he spoke, he walked towards Bing'er with strides.
Bing'er subconsciously took a big step back: "You can walk!"
The man smiled, turned and continued to lead the way.
A quarter of an hour later, they arrived at a secluded small house.
The house is not big, only a front yard, a row of houses, not even a back room, the front yard is full of enchanting poinsettia, large red leaves, as bright as the blood of a virgin.
When Bing'er came to the gate of the courtyard, her steps stopped suddenly, and the blood color faded from her face that was flushed by the cold wind!
The man turned around, looked at her, and smiled evilly: "Why don't you come in? Don't remember this place?"
Binger's body shook slightly.
The man walked towards Bing'er slowly.
Bing'er took two steps back, and he took a big step, pulling her wrist over.
Bing'er opened her mouth.
The man sneered: "If you dare to shout, I will let the whole palace know."
Bing'er froze all over, as if thinking of something terrible, endless horror flashed in her eyes, and tears fell uncontrollably.