The little girl walked slightly, and if she didn't listen carefully, she couldn't hear her footsteps at all, and she walked in step by step, like a ghost, without the slightest breath.

On the carved bed, Aunt Jiang was lying haggardly on it, her blood-stained clothes had been replaced, and now she was wearing a white middle coat, the little girl approached, shook Aunt Jiang's arm with her hand, and saw that she was not awake, so she took out a long silver needle from the cuff, and pierced it on the fingertips of Aunt Jiang's index finger, ten fingers connected to the heart, this stabbed down, and Aunt Jiang who had fainted woke up again.

"Dye'er, it's you, what about my child? What about your brother? Aunt Jiang woke up, and when she saw the little girl, she was first taken aback, and then subconsciously grabbed the little girl's hand and asked nervously, but after asking, she seemed to remember something again, and said pityingly, "Aunt forgot, you can't speak." ”

"Brother...... Madame took it away. Suddenly, Murong Qingran spoke, and his cold voice was tingling with a chill, colder than a harsh winter day.

Aunt Jiang was stunned, "Dyer, you can speak!" ”

Murong Qingran, the fifth lady of Murong Hou's Mansion, has stopped speaking since she was five years old after an accident, and Jiyang Hou Murong He searched for famous doctors to treat her, but it was still useless. However, this Murong Qingran, who had never been able to speak, suddenly spoke, and Aunt Jiang's weak face was as frightened as if she had bumped into a ghost in the daytime.

"Brother dies, brother attacks."

Murong Qingran's short five words frightened Aunt Jiang's soul away, "Dye'er, you...... You...... How did you find out, impossible, impossible, you were only five years old...... "It's terrible that a five-year-old child can hide his joys, sorrows, and sorrows so well.

"Today, you will die; On another day, Murong He will also die! ”

Murong Qingran's indifferent little eyes were stained with a bloodthirsty aura, and word by word, he said gloomily and coldly.

It's just that this hatred, coming out of the mouth of a ten-year-old Murong Qingran, is a little more terrifying than ordinary people.

Aunt Jiang was scared, "Ran'er, I'm your aunt, your aunt's aunt......"

Because she had just given birth and lost too much blood, Aunt Jiang's breath was already weak at this time, and she struggled to get up, wanting to hold Murong Qingran's hand again, but was pushed away by Murong Qingran with one hand.

"Ran'er, go to the doctor to save your aunt, your aunt doesn't want to die yet, Ran'er ......"

Aunt Jiang cried miserably, she stretched out her hand to Murong Qingran several times, but she couldn't even reach the corners of her clothes, and then she was stimulated by Murong Qingran, and the blood that had finally stopped flowed out again, dyeing the brocade quilt red.

"Dye ......"

"Dye ......"

Aunt Jiang shouted sadly, the more she shouted, the lower her voice became, and from beginning to end, Murong Qingran just stood aside, watching coldly, it was this water-based Yanghua woman who killed her father, she should die, damn!

Hahahahaha...... Retribution, retribution! Aunt Jiang tugged on the brocade quilt tightly, her expression was a little dazed, but when she looked at Murong Qingran, she smiled fiercely, "Dye, you don't understand, don't understand, aunt told you, love is poison, it's poison, you can't touch it!" "Is it rare for her to be rich and glorious, I think she is the daughter of the Jiang family in Yuzhou, with her identity, how can she be a concubine, because she loves Murong He, for him, she is willing to do anything, murder people, and live in the concubine room, as long as she can be with Murong He, she can do whatever she wants.

Hehha......

Aunt Jiang's piercing laughter roared like a madman, it was the return of light before death.

Murong Qingran was suddenly a little scared, in the end, she was only ten years old, and it was the first time she had killed someone, no, what was certain was that she had borrowed a knife to kill someone.

By the time Bi'er rushed over with Murong He, the Marquis of Jiyang, Aunt Jiang had already swallowed her breath, but Murong Qingran knelt aside, her eyes glazed over, as if she had been frightened by something, her lips were pale, and her small body was trembling. When Murong He helped her up, her little body was still trembling, "Dye'er, don't be afraid, with your father here, your father will take care of you." ”

Murong He's words were gentle and loving, but in Murong Qingran's ears, it was extremely sarcastic, she quietly touched the silver needle in her cuffs, hesitated for a while, and finally put it back.