The eyes suddenly cooled, much more comfortable, there was no soreness and dryness, at this time Hehuan should still be just a fourteen-year-old girl, two years older than Lianxiang.

Rong Qingyi remembered that she had just turned sixteen when she got married, and soon she was divorced from her husband's house because of the loss of virginity in the back garden. The price is that two-thirds of the Rong family's property goes to her husband.

"Miss, are you thirsty? Hehuan's voice was respectful and obedient, neither high nor low, just right, unlike the lotus fragrance that served her, she was startled, and she didn't seem to grow up, "Hehuan feeds you some water to moisten your throat, okay?"

Rong Qingyi sighed softly, as if she was extremely tired, "Mother, Qingyi is thirsty, can you feed your daughter water?"

He Huan was a little embarrassed, not understanding what she had done wrong, Rong Qingyi completely ignored her cunzài, as if she hadn't heard her speak at all, and took a few steps back from the bed in a little panic, and stood respectfully with her head down, waiting for Mrs. Rong's next command.

"Okay, my mother feeds Qingyi and drinks water. "Mrs. Rong is also a little strange, Rong Qingyi usually gets along with Hehuan very well, even better than getting along with Lianxiang, Hehuan is seven years older than Qinghuan, she is personally taught when she is young, and she is most at ease when she is a person, Qingyi has always been in harmony with her, but today she seems to dislike Hehuan, and even does not hide it, "Your father went to invite the Taoist master of Yuntian Taoist Temple, your brothers went to the school, and they will come to see you after school, saying that they will bring fun things to you." ”

Yuntian Dao Temple?The Yuntian Daoist who doesn't like to talk and has a strange temper?

"Mother, Qingyi is hungry. Rong Qingyi drank a few sips of water, suddenly felt hungry in her belly, and said softly, but she couldn't help but smile bitterly, the Rong family's huge rich family, she had never been clothed and fed, but she was hungry when she passed away.

"Hehuan, go and tell the small kitchen to prepare her favorite white rice porridge for Qing Yi. Mrs. Rong was startled by the slightly self-deprecating wry smile that suddenly appeared on her daughter's face, covered up the uneasiness in her heart, and turned her head and instructed Hehuan on the side, "Then choose a few side dishes that Qingyi likes and prepare a few plates." ”

Hehuan immediately left lightly, listening to the footsteps of Hehuan leaving, Mrs. Rong hesitated, and asked softly: "Qingyi, can you tell Sù Niang, what happened to you last night? Your father went to invite Yuntian Dao Chang to come, but Niang still wants to hear what you have to say." ”

There was a towel on the eyes, cool, very comfortable, some water marks slowly fell down the hair, itching and sliding over the ears, Rong Qingyi did not speak immediately, and quietly counted the fingers under the quilt, one, two, three, four...... Ten fingers, they are all there, still warm, without the cold stiffness of last night.

"Qingyi forgot. Rong Qingyi said softly, "I just remember to be afraid, my father and mother are not by Qingyi's side." ”

Mrs. Rong didn't continue to ask, her daughter was only seven years old, and the nightmare must be extremely terrible, so she didn't want to think about it anymore, or she really forgot it, Yun Tiandao is here, and it will definitely be fine if she drives away those unclean people and things that are pestering her daughter for her daughter.

"Mother, will the Yuntian Daoist come?" Rong Qingyi stretched out her hand from the quilt and took off the towel on her eyes, the room was too warm, and some water melted out of the surface of the ice cubes wrapped inside, soaking the towel, and more and more water flowed through her ears, which was not very comfortable, this time, she opened her eyes easily.