"Are you okay?" Sanyana asked softly, for fear of disturbing the solemn and suppressed horror of the girl in the shadows. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"My name is Ice Orange." Bing Qingcheng replied.

"Sanyana." Sanyana added in a whisper, "That's my name." ”

She looked the girl in front of her up and down. Ice Blue Orange stood up from the shadows, condensed the water balloon and rubbed the stains on his hands, and walked slowly in the direction of Sanyana, standing in a rather bright place, through the iron fence made of stainless steel, calmly looking directly into Sanyana's eyes.

He looks like he is about thirteen or fourteen years old, taller and taller than his peers, and there are still some innocent immaturity on his face, with peugeot facial features, and very beautiful arrogant curly hair. Mingfu is right, she is indeed a little beauty, but she is indeed an indescribable beauty, at least she has nothing to do with cuteness.

The soft pink rose, the ice blue orange looked at Sanyana's round and small face, and said in her heart, if there was no strong grievance that enveloped her whole body, this soft blonde hair really looked like Windsor. Bing Qingcheng thought of Windsor and suddenly smiled.

Mori's white and neat teeth were suddenly exposed on a pale face splattered with coagulated brown-red blood spots, and a crescent-like opening was torn out. Sanyana shuddered violently, and the sewing kit in her hand fell to the ground with a snap, and the spools scattered in all directions.

A hand stretched out between the iron railings, hesitated to pick up, and picked up the needle box and a roll of white thread. "You're like a terrified nightingale." Bing Qingcheng joked.

"What do you mean?" Sanyana was alarmed.

"Your name, which in ancient books means a defiled holy angel, can now be extended to mean a pure caged bird." Ice Orange selects a needle from the needle box.

"Are you kidding?" Sang Yanan screamed out of frustration, she knew that another meaning of the caged bird was a kind of ignorant and weak plaything that lived in a closed and peaceful environment.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hurt you like this, I'm sorry, I'm not much better than you right now." Bing Qingcheng was obviously mistaken, she thought that Sanyana didn't like to be revealed as a slave girl.

No, it can't be! This name was given to me by my lord, and he said that he had always regarded me as his own daughter, and definitely not as something that could be bought and sold.

"You're lying to me!" Sanyana shook her head in pain, "You're kidding me, aren't you?" ”

"Maybe I'm mistaken," Bing Qingcheng continued in a dry, lifeless tone, "but you can look it up and look it up in the analytic dictionary and hey ......."

The girl with soft blonde hair stumbled up the squeaky narrow staircase of the damp tunnel, escaping from this dark, disgusting, rotten smelling place.

Bing Qingcheng returned to the relatively bright ventilation window, threaded the needle with her fingers steadily, and dragged a small bed covered in smudged white linen from the side. The bed had just been blocked by the wooden frame in the cell, so Sanyana didn't see the black and red white linen dripping along the gap.

"Ah, there's still a pair of scissors." Bing Qingcheng muttered to herself, she carefully uncovered the cloth, and said to her grandfather's cold body, "Grandpa, wait a minute, I'll go find the scissors, and then help you sew your head right away." ”

"Scissors, where are the scissors? She spilled the box just now, and it should have been dropped next to it. Bing Qingcheng saw the scissors, and she reached between the iron railings and the iron railings.

A pair of brown light leather shoes suddenly appeared in front of her, Bing Qingcheng looked up for a moment, and after seeing the person clearly, she quickly stood up, pulled the clothes on her body, and looked at each other expressionlessly.

After being silent for a while, the other party also looked at her expressionlessly. In this dimly lit dungeon, the two bloodstained creatures were as cold as statues, silent, and the rustle of rats could be heard crawling.

Bing Qingcheng's patience was a little shorter, and she didn't have enough scissors, so she turned around and went back.

"She can't read." Mingfu suddenly said.

"Oh." Bing Qingcheng also said thoughtlessly, "I am literate and have practiced calligraphy." ”

Mingfu looked at the person in front of him, with a beautiful embryo that could make people's hearts move, but he would not make people pity at all. If you insist on saying that you have awakened the recessive bloodline factor, then it is too terrifying! At such a young age, he can stitch other people's heads stably, not to mention his close grandfather.

"You ......"

"I wish you could beg that I would cremate him after I had sewn him up, and bury him with the object of his allegiance, and if I heard that one was hidden from the cliff, then throw down my grandfather's ashes."

"What if I don't allow it?" Mingfu looked at her expression and said word for word.

"You'll allow it, to show it to your men." There was no trace of unnecessary trembling in the muscles of Bing Qingcheng's whole body, and his tone was ordinary as if he was chattering, but the light in his eyes flashed, like an icy volcano. "For example, he seems to be called 'Black Feather' and is a guy who is very loyal to the leader, and this loyalty will be respected even by the enemy, so he buried him well. You're also a leader, and you must like the loyalty of your men. ”

"Do you think that the cruelty and ruthlessness of the performance," Minfer laughed suddenly, "will make me admire you, and think that we are the same kind of people who share the anger of man and god?" ”

Bing Qingcheng put down the needle in his hand and looked up at Ming Fu, from the handsome statue skin, he could feel the intoxicating youth and handsomeness, don't ask him what he thinks.

"No, it's not." Bing Qingcheng said, "Of course you have feelings, and I have too, so I am very serious about making stitches." I can also make excuses for myself, medical studies have confirmed that once a person is severely stimulated, he may fall into a nervous breakdown, crying bitterly, and collapse. It is also possible to fall into another state......"

"Absolute calmness after an overreaction?"

"It's about accepting reality!" Bing Qingcheng said, "May I ask what to call you?" ”

"Minver Victoria. Call me the master of the house. Mingfu said confidently.

"Ice Orange, that's my name." Bing Qingcheng said, "I know, you know that I used to be the eldest princess of Haibo Kingdom, but I didn't think I was a long time ago. Lord of the Victorian family, please take me in and give me a way to live. ”

"Absolutely." Mingfu's words changed, "But is this your attitude of begging people?" ”

"As a newly debuted swordsman, I hope to devote myself to the cause of the Victorian family and serve the master of the Minver family." Bing Qingcheng curled the corners of her lips, "Not as a woman." ”

Ming Fu looked at the ice blue orange in front of him, and couldn't help but have an extremely strange feeling. She can't help but think too highly of herself, obviously she is already a prisoner, but she still makes demands without humility or arrogance, and she seems to have no feelings of fear and frustration.

But he had to say yes, he had long ago concluded that the girl had the potential to be a weapon of killing, and now he was even more certain. The girl's resistance to death and fear, as well as her ability to clear her feelings.

"Are you still human?" Mingfu watched as Bing Qingcheng sewed the front side, thought for a moment to bite the knotted thread with his teeth, and then turned over and sewed the back.

"My stepmother taught me needlework." Bing Qingcheng whispered, "What do you think of my craftsmanship?" Mr. Housekeeper. ”

Rhetorical question? Q: Can I calmly watch the performance of sewing corpses? Do you think this will put pressure on me? Minver replied, "It's okay." ”

"Is it okay?" Bing Qingcheng said with a pun, "But I prefer tailoring to stitching." So what is the head of the Minver family, a busy man like you, doing in the dungeon? I don't think you have the energy to deal with the thing that put me out right now. ”

"You're smart, Ice Orange." Minver acknowledged her name, "I'm here to see if there are enough rooms in the dungeon." ”

"So I'm a neighbor soon." Bing Qingcheng said, "Master Mingfu, I have another personal request, I hope you can agree." When I came down, I saw a pile of books in the next room, could you please bring me a few of them? ”

"You love to read?"

"It's just boring, and staring at words makes people feel like they're not wasting their lives compared to staring at other boring things."

"Then your name was chosen from that ancient book."

"I'm going to disappoint you, Master Mingfu, my name doesn't have any bitter and hateful interpretation, just a description of a natural scene, do you want to know?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested." Mingfu teased and turned to leave.

"Polar Light." "Legend has it that when the ship sails to the far south or north, during the long dark nights, you can sometimes see cyan and orange lights wafting in the sky. ”

"It's like a light yarn floating in the wind." Unexpectedly, Minfer added.

"Yes! I must go out to sea and sail south on a huge ship. Bing Qingcheng said yearningly, her face was filled with a radiance that illuminated all gloom and pain for a moment, and the fanaticism in her eyes was delicate.

"Oh." Minfu said he had heard, "I'll have someone change your cell, and I'll bury you outside." ”

The light that came in obliquely through the ventilation window crawled inch by inch on the stone slabs of the dungeon, and when it was almost gone, Rika appeared in the hallway of the dungeon with a piece of food.

The girl hid herself in the cracks of the old books, the thin sunlight fading inch by inch on her, holding a yellowed old book that could not be read clearly, and a smile appeared on her face.

Lixiang felt a strange pressure inexplicably, and the girl's gaze fell on an extremely distant place, at least after Rika entered, the book in her hand did not turn a page.

"It's dark." Bing Qingcheng said in a polite and cautious tone, "Is this sister here to bring me food?" ”

"Yes." Lixiang said with her usual attitude, "Do you want it anymore!" Don't I just throw it away? ”

"Very impressed." Bing Qingcheng quickly put the book in his hand aside, ran over and stretched out his hand.

For a moment, Rika wanted to throw the food on the ground, but she held back. Compared to the crying girl, calm and cautious seem to be more pleasing, anyway, it's almost the same whether you throw it on the ground or not.

A large bowl of boiled potatoes mixed with beans is placed in a fine blue porcelain and covered with a shiny metal lid, making it look very exciting.

The head of the house specially instructed this, and Li Xiang said in her heart, if it were me, I could only think of filling the broken dishes with crude cracks with moldy black bread and water for brushing pots.

Bing Qingcheng took this rotten thing, lowered his head, and calmed down the psychological gap. It's really stupid, I was deceived by the glamorous appearance, thinking that it was also equivalent food inside, and even wavered about Mingfu's position. After opening it, I looked at this mass of vomit-like things, and the floating mood that was a little more relaxed seemed to be slapped on the ground. Unfortunately, she happened to know what it was for, it was a meal for the horses to feed their fat, and it could also be mixed with swill to feed the pigs. Although it sounds a bit wasteful, Xiao Qianlin's generation is rich in potatoes, this kind of potatoes with low starch content, because it is too unpalatable to eat, so no one wants to eat it, and the local price is cheaper than brown bread.

Minver Victoria. Bing Qingcheng's eyes flashed in front of Mingfu's white trench coat floating in the wind on a rainy night, and the expression on his face must have been joking. Hopefully, she'll be angry and throw her first meal on the ground......

This porcelain is worth a lot of money, although there is not even a spoon, but it is a trap. If Mingfu was the kind of guy who protested casually and would change his treatment if he made a little fuss, he wouldn't have used this hand at all, he already knew the meaning of Sanyana's name, but he didn't say it.

Until Sanyana learns the truth from the mouth of "others", poor Sanyana, she doesn't know that her "master" is also deceiving her and playing with her in applause.

If you think about it this way, the head of the previous family was killed by his own son...... What a deserved one!

"Did you put salt in it?"

"Let it go." Faced with a completely different development than she had envisioned, Rika replied quickly.

"Did the head of the Mingfu family tell you to let it go?" Bing Qingcheng looked at her, suppressed his anger and said, "Ordinary people don't put salt when they feed horses!" ”

"Yes."

"Special advice, even if you don't have a spoon, he's it?"

"Yes! What's wrong! Rika countered that it hadn't been a long time since anyone yelled at her.

"Sanyana, is she okay?" Bing Qingcheng's tone suddenly changed, and he asked softly.

As usual, the head of the house dragged her into the room...... Wait a minute, what do you ask this for? Do you like the head of the house? Rika screamed.

"You like ......" Bing Qingcheng swallowed the second half of his sentence and changed his words. You can interpret it that way, but you can also interpret it as I like Sanyana, or simply as I am curious. ”

"Hey, you!" Rika felt that talking to her was really infuriating.

"Tell me about the Lord of Minfu, I feel that I have taken special care of me, and I will always thank him." Bing Qingcheng glanced at the matching knife on Lixiang's waist, "By the way, my name is Bing Qingcheng, may I call you that." ”

"Lixiang, Lixiang of the Minver family." Reluctantly, Rika replied.

"Family? Are you related? ”