In the lively street market, people come and go, the thick snow has long covered up yesterday's qiē, the hawkers' cries, and the people's hustle and bustle, which is extremely complicated.

Han Ling walked on the street wearing a stolen nun's robe, attracting the eyes of many passers-by, such a beautiful "nun" is indeed enviable!

I saw that her skin was delicate and warm, deceiving the frost and snow, the apricot eyes like light smoke were infinitely shy, and the cherry mouth was delicate, especially the pair of flexible eyes with a little wisdom, a little delicate, a little naughty, which made people unforgettable and excited.

Soon, Han Ling noticed the strange eyes of everyone, the men's eyes were amazed and greedy, and the women's eyes were full of envy, jealousy and hatred. I couldn't help but get nervous, my heart was uneasy, the cold light that flew in front of me when I was in the woods passed in front of me, and I thought of the situation of being chased and killed, and walked quickly to the front.

In front of a ruined temple, a bunch of people were around, and everyone was talking about it.

A said, "Alas, what a wretch! ”

B said, "It's all blood?" It's scared to death! I guess I won't survive tonight. More and faster chapters are here. ”

Han Ling felt curious, and squeezed forward to look.

On the haystack, the face of a pale and thin old woman appeared in front of her, the wrinkles on her face were densely wrinkled like the dried bark, the scattered silver filaments were blown by the cold wind and messed her eyes, she was wearing a single shirt, her sleeves were armed, her thin neck was shrunk, she was covered in blood, and her confused and empty eyes under the messy silver filaments looked at the crowd in front of her in horror. More and faster chapters are here.

"Ling'er Ling'er," the woman shuddered and kept muttering.

"Mother!"

Han Ling's eyes widened in shock, a layer of mist floated in his eyes, and tears ran away. The onlookers all looked at her, and a gap was opened in tacit understanding, and Han Ling immediately pounced. More and faster chapters are here. She remembered that the reason why she was able to retreat from the killer's butcher's knife today was that this woman blocked a sword for herself, allowing her to take the opportunity to blend into the chaotic crowd and have a chance to escape to the suburbs, how could she not be moved?

As soon as Han Ling's hand touched the old woman's skin, she was startled, it seemed that the wound was inflamed, causing a high fever, if she was not treated, she might not live tomorrow. In this day and age, tetanus kills people, let alone knife wounds from excessive blood loss. Be the first to update

She hugged the old woman tightly and tried to carry her on her back, but after a few times, she was completely deflated. It was in vain, and she was so delicate and grief-stricken that she could not carry the old woman.

"Go hire a carriage." Someone in the crowd said something.

"Yes, yes." Han Ling then remembered, said yes again and again, stood up suddenly, and just wanted to reach out to greet the carriages parked on the side of the road, but his hand touched the pocket of his clothes, and he was dumbfounded. Be the first to update

She's penniless!

The east street of Liyang, a whole long street, a radius of dozens of miles, pavilions and pavilions, the palace is strict, this is the famous silver prince's mansion in the current dynasty.

The whole palace is majestic, harmonious, symmetrical, staggered and orderly. The front main entrance hall is covered with green glazed tiles and decorated with colorful gold cloud dragon patterns.

Han Ling looked at the green glazed tiles on the main entrance of the majestic prince's mansion, and couldn't help but sigh: This big silver palace has such a big green hat, this silver prince is not the king's eight strange things.

With the help of kind-hearted passers-by, he finally carried his mother to Qingxin Nunnery, Han Ling begged the Jingxin Taoist of Qingxin Nunnery to take her in, but Niang's wound was very deep, the injury was severe, the situation was not optimistic, and the Jingxin Taoist was also at a loss, so he had to invite Langzhong! But this dilapidated nunnery is already poor and poor, how can it afford this sick silver, and Han Ling has no shame to ask for too much. Be the first to update

Thinking of the situation of the Han family's class, Han Ling didn't dare to be careless when she went out this time, she had an extra heart, and her face changed when she walked out of the Qingxin Nunnery!

Han Ling's grandparents set up a drama troupe because of juggling - the Han family class, the ancestral face change technique is a well-known signature skill of the opera troupe, which attracted the eyes of countless spectators, and thus earned some entanglement and fed more than 20 people in the troupe. Han Ling's face-changing technique was taught by her grandfather Han Dezhi, and Han Ling had already learned it. The highest level of face changing is disguise, after Han Ling's hand is disguised, ordinary people can't tell the truth from the fake at all. The Han family class has now been assassinated, and the only one who knows this unique skill is Han Ling, who is lucky to survive.

A big red sedan chair stopped in front of the palace, followed by several brightly dressed girls. Be the first to update

This should be which lady of the palace, Han Ling, who was thinking hard about how to sneak into the palace, didn't have time to back down, but saw a girl lift the sedan curtain, and a middle-aged man dressed in luxury and a demonic appearance came down from inside, and happened to stand in front of her.

Han Ling was stunned, and looked up, but saw that this guy who was neither male nor female was looking up and down at him, with a glimmer of light in his black and white eyes.

He is the head of the backyard of the palace, Feng Gonggong, at this time, Feng Gonggong was anxious, had a headache, and was scolded by the prince for several days.

From childhood to adulthood, the prince was followed by a small follower, but since the little follower who played the small follower by his side died of illness, the prince picked three and four, and could no longer find the right person, in just a few years, the little follower around the prince was as frequent as changing clothes, and the person responsible for this arduous task was of course the father-in-law Feng who was in charge of the backyard, he racked his brains every day to find the right person for this little follower, no less than the emperor to choose a concubine.

Finally looked at the prince who was spoiled by him since he was a child, and now he is prestigious, the sound is shocking the world, and he is secretly happy I don't know how many times, he, a father-in-law, old and childless, has long served him as his own son in his heart, but in the past few days, the prince has repeatedly dealt cards, and kicked out his little followers one by one, short, tall, handsome, and fat have tried, but within a few days, they were thrown away by the prince like a rag, for which he was scolded a lot.

At this time, Mr. Feng, who was looking for a small follower from the street, went back to the house, and sat in the soft sedan chair and found a delicate figure standing in front of the palace. He swept his eyebrows indifferently, but his eyes widened, good guy, but he saw that she was mediocre, with a collapsed nose, yellow skin, and even more brilliant was that there was an oozing scar on her face, an absolute ugly girl! Only those eyes were flexible and clear, looking forward to the brilliance, she stood with a calm expression, and this alone could also set off her difference, even when the soft sedan chair was stopped.

Ugly girl, why don't you try a nickname?