Her face was pale, her eyelashes trembled, her brows were painful, and she only felt pain everywhere in her body, very painful, as if the bones in her body were broken. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Trampled underfoot, insulted, beaten, trampled, the bloody scars on her body bubbled with blood, and when she watched the leather whip stained with chili water getting closer and closer to her, her eyes were afraid, and she kept shaking her head to break free from the restraints of the two.

But no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't escape the restraints of the two black-clad guards, and the two of them clung to her scarred arm, which was scabbed on her arm and disgusted them, and they felt a fur in their hearts when they saw that she didn't have a piece of good flesh on her body, and her hair was scattered.

As she saw the yellowish chilli whip get closer to the woman, the woman struggled even harder, and the scars on her hands felt very sick.

"Don't, don't...... I didn't kill it...... No! The woman lying on the bed kept shaking her head and muttering, waving her hands constantly, and her face was full of pain.

"Don't!" She bounced out of bed screaming, her eyes full of tears, and she gasped for breath, "That ...... Is that a dream? ”

After a long time, she stood up and half-lay on the head of the bed, only to realize that this was not her boudoir, but what caught her eye was a yellow curtain, and the top of her head was a tassel, swaying gently in the wind.

The woman was agitated, and moved uncomfortably, but found that the bed under her was cold and hard, even if the cumbersome brocade was as soft as water, it felt light and thin.

Through the yellowish curtain, I looked around, and there was only one pear blossom table, facing the window, the pages were slightly turned up, and a bronze mirror reflected the smoke of the Baoding incense burner.

The woman's gaze swept across the room, but her hands were tightly grasping the corners of the quilt, her body trembled slightly, curled up on the side of the bed, her arms were clenched, her chapped lips moved, looking at the furnishings in the room, she couldn't believe it, this ...... This wasn't her boudoir......

Wait, it's not her boudoir!

The woman pushed away the brocade quilt with one hand, lifted the curtain with the other, and rushed off the bed like an arrow, the moment her feet hit the ground, the coldness of the soles of her feet hit her whole body, and a shiver suddenly made her sober and added some chill. The woman rushed out to the bronze mirror almost without touching her feet, waking up the vigil outside.

The woman grabbed the makeup with one hand, supported her body, and passed through the makeup. Reflecting the figure, in an instant, the woman's hands contracted tightly, her nails sank into her face, her face was pale, her eyes looked straight at the face in the makeup, and her chapped lips trembled slightly.

His eyes were slightly red, and his body slowly slid down, leaning against the edge of the bed, hugging his knees, burying his head between his arms, sobbing softly, and shaking his head.

How can it be! None of this is true, it's not true, it's not hers, and this face isn't hers! It's not her Jiang Xinyu, so who is she? Is it Jiang Xinyu or who?

At this moment, Jiang Xinyu knew how to call it unbelievable, just like Gu Zixu didn't believe in Mo Jinran's death at the beginning, and now she doesn't believe that it is not her, but the pain on her body still exists, it doesn't look like a fake, could it be that Gu Zixu came up with a new way to torture her?

Thinking of this, thinking of Gu Zixu's madness when Mo Jin was dyed, slaughtering everyone present, that day, blood stained the cliff red and killed everyone.

The people who participated in the Three Kingdoms Banquet, her family and her grandfather's family who were affected by her, all the people related to her were driven out by him, and hundreds of people fell on the cliff where Mo Jin died during the Three Kingdoms Banquet that year.

Countless lonely souls floated on the cliff, and only a terrible cry remained. She watched Gu Zixu brutally slaughter with her own eyes, blood, red clothes, and everything red.

Seeing the gentle and generous mother, the clever sister, the lovely brother and a large group of maids, the guards were escorted forward, people went, the sword entered, fell, the sword came out, and the blood dripped down the sword body and splashed blood on the ground.

A poignant scene flashed in front of her eyes, the decline of the whole clan, the killing, Gu Zixu's method of sending people to torture her, Jiang Xinyu's body trembled slightly, only to feel a chill coming up from the soles of her feet, hugging her arms tightly, and burying her head between her arms.

Slowly, after a long time, Jiang Xinyu felt a little numb in her body, so she got up with the corner of makeup, and when she stood up with her feet, her legs were weak enough to support her body, and the moment she slipped and fell, she heard an exclamation.

"Second Miss!" Jiang Xinyu turned her head and saw a person in a pink dress standing at the door with a pan, and before she had time to see her appearance, she felt that her body was light, and her arms were gently lifted up.

"Second Miss, where did you get hurt?" The girl in pink helped Jiang Xinyu up, wiped the stains on her clothes and palms with a handkerchief, and asked softly.

Jiang Xinyu let the pink-clothed maid wipe it, but with a wave of her backhand, she pushed the pink-clothed maid away from herself, looking at the maid who was supporting her just now, her eyebrows were delicate, her whole body exuded a gentle atmosphere, and she wore a pink-laden long skirt, and the green silk holding the black bun fell in front of the clothes, which was a little scattered because of her wave.

"Who are you?" Jiang Xinyu looked at the maid fiercely, her hands trembled, and her body slowly retreated towards the door, but she couldn't hide her nervousness.

"Second Miss, the slave maid is a personal maid sent by Madame to serve you, and her name is xylophone," the pink-clothed maid smiled and saluted Xinyu.

"And who am I?" Jiang Xinyu stepped forward and grabbed the xylophone's hand tightly, his eyes were red and he looked at the xylophone a little crazy, and his white wrist was strangled red by Jiang Xinyu.

The xylophone stood in place, her eyebrows were lightly locked, she felt a pain in her wrist, and she was shocked, looking at the second lady who was wearing her underwear, her hair was scattered and her eyes were red, and she was like the female ghost that the grandmothers often said, and there was a cold air in her heart.

"You are the second lady of the Mo family, Mo Jinyao" Mu Qin lowered her head and said timidly, letting Jiang Xinyu grab her red and swollen wrist, not daring to resist.

"Second Miss of the Mo family? Mo Jinyao...... Mo Jinyao ...... "Jiang Xinyu let go of the xylophone, hung her head, muttered to herself, shook her head, stepped back step by step and almost fell, with a look of disbelief.

How could he be Mo Jinyao!! No, I am Jiang Xinyu, the eldest lady of the Jiang family, how can I be the lowly concubine of the Mo family, how can I be the concubine of that slut? Yes, it must be Gu Zixuxin who came up with a way to torture me, yes, it must be like this, it must be ......

Gu Zixu, you have tortured me for so long, what else do you want? I killed Mo Jinran at the beginning, but my whole family and my grandfather's family were also destroyed by you, now, why do you torture me so much? Could it really be that I, Jiang Xinyu, did too many wrong things in my previous life, and God couldn't see it?

Xylophone stepped aside, rubbed her red, swollen and bruised wrists, and felt a hot pain in her wrists, but she still felt that those grandmothers were right, the second miss was really sick, no wonder she would push the third miss into the lotus pond.

Jiang Xinyu sat on the ground and looked at the xylophone with empty eyes, after the xylophone came back to his senses, he saw Jiang Xinyu with tears on his face, and he was a little worried, if others saw the second miss sitting on the ground, they would definitely think that they were bullying the second miss.

"Second Miss, get up quickly, it's cold on the ground, it's not good for your health." The xylophone gently helped Jiang Xinyu, who was sitting still, and washed the tears on her face with a handkerchief

"You're a xylophone, aren't you? Xylophone, let me ask you, do you know the eldest lady of the Jiang family, where is Jiang Xinyu now? Xinyu looked at the person in front of her, her eyes were eager, and she looked at the xylophone as if she had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Miss Jiang? Second Miss, there is no family surnamed Jiang in Jingzhou City, let alone the eldest lady of the Jiang family, Jiang Xinyu. The xylophone whispered while cleaning, paying attention to the red and swollen eyes, and the words had been strange to the second lady, and it seemed necessary to return to the lady.