Fu Xuan confessed that Qingqing sent the nightshade girl back to the Kwai Ling Pavilion, if someone else sent it, the nightshade would definitely refuse, she did not use the maid to serve in the Kwai Ling Pavilion, one was because of the practice of bowing to the labor, but the two of them despised those maids in their hearts, she knew that it was so bad, but it was her heart that she couldn't change it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but Qingqing, she did not refuse, Qingqing is already a little piano friend in her heart.

"About your sister, Nightshade heard about it. In the bumpy carriage on the way back, Nightshade whispered through the curtain.

Qingqing only said "oh", not happy, but relieved, and said, "Thank you Miss Nightshade for your concern." "It's not surprising to think that the nightshade girl is hidden in the world, but after all, it is difficult to escape the complicated and complicated troubles of the world, and it is common to hear and see some trivial matters of the princes of the family.

"Qingqing, do you know the truth that 'color is emptiness, and emptiness is color'?" For the first time, there was a little warmth in Nightshade's cold tone.

"Does that mean 'a knife on the head of the color character'?"

"Definitely. Everything in the world is hue, all are empty, the face of the peach branch girl you see, the pavilions you see, all hue, all nothingness. After death, under the pull of karma, except for those who wish to die, the soul will fall into the six realms of reincarnation, I heard that the peach branch girl did not cultivate well during her lifetime, and she fell into the evil path, and now within 7749, you as a brother need to make a wide range of conveniences for her, and make offerings to cultivate blessings, so as to help her reduce her sins and get out of the evil path. You know, the road to hell is very bitter. ”

Qingqing heard it in the clouds, but he understood it in his heart, the first time the nightshade girl said so many words, Qingqing was happy and grateful, although it was not clear, but he wrote down all the words, and turned back to find his brother Xuan to ask.

"Thank you, Miss Nightshade. Qingqing's heart was sour, and she almost burst into tears.

Qingqing thought about it selfishly, so she drove the carriage slower. Nightshade was aware, but did not speak, such as the size of the day, but she felt that there was no place in her heart, where to go, not to go, and Qingqing was so clear and untainted in her heart to be with the same person, but felt a little more peaceful in her heart.

But it's time to get there, and the journey will always arrive.

With Nightshade's behavior, she would always reward the coachman with some coins as a thank you, but she didn't reward Qingqing, Qingqing also knew that she really regarded him as a friend, and thought that if Fu Xuan drove her, she would not give a reward.

"Qingqing, I will chant and pray for your sister. "Nightshade Road.

In an instant, Qingqing's tears that she had endured for a long time could no longer be suppressed, and her eyes swelled.

Long Kui raised his arm, gently stroked his back to soothe, and said: "I know that your brother and sister are in difficulty, you don't need to be too sad, if the peach branch is here, I also hope that you will live well, I heard Gongzi Zhi say that in the past, she always took you to study, you need to study hard, don't let her down a hard ......"

Qingqing bowed his head, thanked Miss Nightshade, and watched her figure enter the door of the dark and hidden Aoi Ling Pavilion, he didn't know why Miss Nightshade talked to him so much today, but he only felt that she seemed to be a little different today.

Nightshade walked slowly towards the Pavilion of Kwai Ling, the sunlight shining behind her, highlighting her slender and tough figure, she walked steadily, step by step, step by step.

The door behind her slowly closed.

She looked back, and in the gap of the heavy door, she saw Qingqing's distant eyes under the scorching sun.

The door closed with a deep sound, and two tears silently poured out of Nightshade's eyes.

Nightshade was originally the only daughter of an official family in the Cheng Han Dynasty, although her father was not an official, the family was not wealthy, but there was plenty of food and clothing, and the family was happy. But such a paradise-like day changed when Nightshade was six years old.

The young nightshade is looking at the beautiful things around her little by little, and the sun that she thought was hanging in the middle of eternity is also drifting out of the sky over her house little by little.

Li Teh entered Shu, and civil strife broke out.

Since the death of Nightshade's parents, she has been alone, and then sent to her uncle and aunt's house, but during the war, it is not what it used to be, once the nobles were suppressed as ordinary people and poor, and it was difficult for the parents to protect themselves, and they needed to raise the young in the family, and had no time to take care of Nightshade, and Nightshade experienced the vicissitudes of the world at a young age. There are many people in the family and little porridge, and the sweet potatoes are hungry all the year round, and the family can't see a meal for several months, and if there is a bowl of rice, it is completely impossible to talk about the nightshade.

In this way, the nightshade knows how to look at people's eyes and acts.

She is obedient and introverted, has no quarrel with the world, and does not talk much on weekdays. Her aunt and uncle did not trust her as an orphan girl, but gradually they let down their guard, and the days went on and on, and although they were uneasy and happy, they finally had a tile to cover their heads.

But all of this has changed since that incident.

That night, the young nightshade was sleeping in a dilapidated corner of the firewood house, when suddenly the door was kicked open from outside.

Uncle Nightshade has been implicated since the defeat of Nightshade's father, not to mention the loss of glory, but also by the former hostility, now the powerful people bullied, he is arrogant, disdain to do low-level things from scratch, so he drinks every day, borrowing wine to kill his sorrows.

Uncle Nightshade drunkenly staggered into the house. The smell of mildew in the firewood room was strong, but it was instantly filled with her uncle's wine, which only made the little nightshade breathless for a while. The uncle squinted his eyes, swaying towards the nightshade cowering aside, and in the frightened eyes of the little nightshade, the fat body was like a behemoth monster in the wasteland, forcing her.

Nightshade wanted to escape, but asked her uncle to grab her shirt first.

"Nightshade...... Is it long?" The uncle's eyes were disgusting lust, and he was still dangling there with a wine bottle in one hand, "Call uncle...... Would you like to help the little nightshade check her body?"

Nightshade wanted to scream, but he had already called his uncle to pinch his jaw and couldn't make a sound.

The uncle poured the leftover liquor straight into the throat of the little nightshade, and the nightshade did not accept it, coughing again and again, and struggling hard, but it aroused the uncle's beastly wolf desire, which intensified.

The reflection of the stoneware wine bottle on the wall looked huge and bizarre, like the head of a monster swinging irregularly. Nightshade felt extreme pain in her jaw, and her big rough hands grabbed it vigorously, without the slightest pity, even though she pleaded, begged for help, begged for mercy, to no avail.

With a bang, the reflection of the head on the wall disappeared. Uncle threw the wine bottle on the ground, and the debris flew in all directions, flying onto her disorganized bun. Another big rough hand grabbed her thin shoulders and rubbed her bones heavily, and Nightshade felt a piercing pain, as if the bones were about to be crushed by him.

The lewd hand slowly moved down with the same lewd laughter, and poked into the belly of Nightshade's underwear from the placket of the robe.

"The nightshade is getting more and more Peugeot. Uncle said.