Da Chu, deep winter, just after the new year. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bustling streets at the foot of the imperial city are full of red lanterns to welcome the New Year. And the flowery capital is now covered in silver, snow-capped, looking from afar, red and white, very good-looking.

At this time, the tavern is full of discussion, because ah, a wonderful and powerful 'appetizer' is freshly baked.

"King Chen slept with his future sister-in-law, Dou Ying, the seventh girl of Dou Mansion!"

"Ah, is that the daughter of the fifth aunt who was kicked out of the general's mansion?"

"Yes, the emperor has just issued a decree to marry King Yu Chen and Dou Yuyan, the third girl of Dou Mansion, and now Dou Mansion can't wait to strangle her. She's going to be finished. ”

"Not necessarily, Prince Chen didn't say that he planned to eat and wipe clean and not admit it, or before Dou Ying was included in the mansion, no one dared to guess the prince's thoughts, you should talk less, be careful to click......" The person who spoke made a gesture to wipe his neck.

Everyone was immediately frightened and silent, but in their minds, they secretly guessed King Chen's plan.

This prince's status in Dachu is comparable to that of the emperor, he doesn't like women, has a perverse personality, and behaves coldly and viciously. It is said that the prince is unhappy, peeling and cramping is a trivial matter, a thousand knives, and it is common to use human flesh to cook dishes and drink.

In Da Chu, who dares to be the lord of King Chen?

Just when the secret was full of wind and rain in the city, the Dou Mansion was more gloomy than the dead, and the whole house was eager to tear Dou Ying, but they didn't dare to kill, they didn't want to stay, they were very depressed, how could anyone feel sorry for the weak woman who was victimized?

Dou Ying is an outcast without a backer, and her life is worse than that of a girl.

For two days in a row, heavy snow fell and the wind was cold.

A small dilapidated courtyard in the northwest of Dou Mansion was almost buried by heavy snow, and the paper on the windows was tattered, and the cold wind was blowing. It's like an ice cellar in the house.

Dou Ying's body was covered with a torn quilt with almost no cotton, and her bare neck and arms were covered with purple bruises. She hadn't eaten a grain of rice for a day and a night, and she was dying.

No one in the Dou Mansion cared about her life or death, so she was left to fend for herself.

"Woo, girl...... What should I do?" Dou Ying's only girl, Yancui, stayed by her side, crying so much that her voice was hoarse, grabbing her cold little hand, trembling all over.

"Smoke and green. A sharp voice came. Yancui trembled in fright, hurriedly stood up, and saluted to the girl in the emerald girl costume with a choked voice: "What does Sister Qiuxia command." ”

"King Chen's Mansion sent someone to call you over. Qiu Xia covered her nose and glanced at the girl on the bed with a frown and disgust.

"Ahh

"Don't hurry up yet! Break your legs slowly!" Qiu Xia glared at her, hugged the stove, twisted her waist and turned away.

Yancui didn't dare to delay, wiped her tears, glanced at the sleeping Dou Ying worriedly, sighed, and hurriedly followed Qiuxia.

Dou Ying woke up from the cold, opened her eyes in a daze, and called weakly: "Cui'er...... It's cold...... Cui'er ...... I want to drink water......"

The door creaked open, "Yo, why aren't you dead!" A handsome girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, wrapped in a rose-red woven flower inlaid with white fur-edged hair, walked in with a little girl holding a bowl of things.

"Eight...... Eighth Sister ...... Help me......" Dou Ying struggled to stand up, but fell weakly, so she had to beg: "I...... It's cold...... Can...... Ask my mother to give me a quilt ......"

The person who came was the eighth girl of Dou Mansion, named Dou Yujiao. She was born like Dou Ying, but she died of illness because her mother gave birth to her, and she was brought up by Mrs. Dou since she was a child, and she felt that she was a head taller than the girl in the house, and often regarded herself as a concubine. And Dou Ying is a cat and a dog in the house, and anyone can step on it.

"Okay. With a sweet smile on her delicate little face, Dou Yujiao walked over and grabbed the corner of the quilt.

"Ah......" Dou Ying shrank into a ball of cold, crying and trembling, "Eighth sister ......"

"Phew, who's your eighth sister?Want to use me to elevate you slut!" Dou Yujiao snorted coldly.

"Tut-tut, look. Dou Yujiao pinched the corner of her skirt with her fingers and pulled it up, looking at the delicate skin with traces of being tortured by Qin Yu everywhere, and the beautiful eyes that spit out the poisonous letter were jealous and disgusted, especially Dou Ying's pair of legs had perfect lines, and her skin was better than snow, which made her more disgusted, and she reached out and pinched hatefully where her thigh was injured.

"Ah...... No...... Don't ......" Dou Ying cried and hid, but the vicious Dou Yujiao was willing to let her go, looking for a place where there was an injury and pinching it, so that even if she was to blame, she could rely on King Chen.

Dou Yujiao pinched and scolded: "Being made like this by a man, you still have the face to live! Slut, as cheap as your slut!"

Dou Ying curled up in pain, and the ugly words were like a sharp sword, stuck in her heart, dripping blood in pain, ashamed and angry, and her body was frozen, and the pain was even more unbearable.

She didn't want to die, but she didn't even have the strength and right to die. On weekdays, Yancui guards her, and she will definitely not let her die, and when Yancui is not there, there will be Qiuxia in the house to guard her and prevent her from dying.

Death can't die, it's even harder to live, what should she do?

Now, what is left is a little bit of dignity that is humble to the dust, in the contemptuous eyes of Dou Yujiao and the girl, she wanted to snatch the skirt and quilt and cover her bare legs, but how could she have the strength, as soon as she moved, she was grabbed by Dou Yujiao's wrist and slammed into the bed.

"Okay, don't pretend, even if the prince is here, he won't pity you, and you won't pee to look like yourself now!

"Madame is a good person, no, seeing that your body is delicate, I specially sent you a perfect tonic soup. This is a thick tonic made with old ginseng, red ginseng, cistanche, angelica, Tianxiong, deer antler, wolfberry, and red dates, so that you can repair your weak body. ”

She winked at the little girl. The little girl came over with a bowl, Dou Yujiao changed her cruel expression, stepped forward and pulled Dou Ying's messy hair with one hand, forcing her to raise her head high, pinching her nose with the other, and forcing her to open her mouth wide.

"Don't waste a drop, it's a great tonic. ”

The little girl held the bowl hideously, pinched Dou Ying's neck with one hand, and poured it down without stopping, not caring that Dou Ying was choked with medicine from her nose, almost suffocating, seeing that people were about to faint, the two did not let go at all.

It wasn't until all the decoctions were filled that the little girl and Dou Yujiao let her go.

Dou Ying coughed hard, the decoction choked out of her nose and mouth, her little face turned purple, and her body, which was as thin as a piece of paper, trembled like a fallen leaf floating in the wind.

Dou Yujiao hooked her lips and smiled, "Take care of it, when you go to the Netherworld, the prince will naturally come back to marry you." However, you are drinking expensive tonics, and the prince can't blame Dou Fu, it's just that you are not blessed. ”

She walked out of the door, put away her smile, and commanded gloomily: "Let people guard the door, lock her up when they see Yancui coming back, the slut will not be angry all day, and Yancui will not come out for a day!"

"Yes, Eighth Girl. ”

"By the way, you tell Qiuxia, if she can't die today, just follow today's recipe, stew it every day and pour it to her, if not, three bowls a day, I don't believe it, she can die like this!"

For two nights, the cold wind howled outside, and the snow was falling, covering up the groans of pain in the dilapidated hut, and on the third night, after midnight, there was no more sound.

The next day, Yancui was put back, and when she saw that Dou Ying was not angry, she hugged her and cried: "Girl...... Why did you die...... Why don't you wait for Yancui to bring back the medicine from the palace to save you......"

Dou Ying was woken up by thirst, her throat was burning, and she was shaken, her brain was buzzing, and a bunch of inexplicable and wonderful information came rushing in, especially her heart was torn apart like colic, sad, sad, and wanted to die.

No one knew that a wisp of unjust soul dissipated and replaced a wisp of yang soul into the shell of unjust death.