"The old slave has done everything the girl ordered."

Mama Qian trembled, from last night to now, she has not recovered from being frightened.

Quietly glanced at Fang Qian, tried her best to stabilize her voice, and asked, "Do you want to take a look?" ”

Fang Qian showed a disgusted expression in her eyes, covered her nose with a handkerchief, and waved her hand impatiently, "You can arrange it, but you have to tell Mrs. Yang that you will sell it far away and send it to the lowest place, and the slut only deserves to stay in the cheap place." Hehe, I really want to see if she can laugh when she goes to that kind of place. ”

After saying that, Jiaojiao stood up with a smile and walked out.

The skirt is swaying, and the lotus steps are moving gently, so a graceful beauty. Fang Qian, who is eighteen years old and of medium stature, is really well developed compared to her peers, **** is straight and upturned, her back buttocks are plump and full, and she is wearing a tight corset, which exposes her hot body.

Mama Qian pursed her lips secretly, bowed her head to the side, and waited for Fang Qian to leave before leaving the courtyard and going to the back.

Mrs. Yang was already waiting near the back door, Mama Qian took her to the firewood room, and after relaying Fang Qian's words, she accepted Mrs. Yang five taels of silver and let her take people away.

The group passed by the back door, and the woman guarding the door saw that Wen Xing, who was bound and gagged, was struggling, and sighed secretly, it seems that her brother didn't come up with a way to save her, alas, pitiful, a good girl fell into such a fate.

Mrs. Yang took two subordinates to pull Wen Xing through the back alley and got into a carriage waiting at the entrance of the alley.

The car was full of noise, and soon left Fangfu and headed north, passing through the streets and alleys, and there was no sound around.

The car stopped for a moment. Mrs. Yang, who was sitting in the car, lifted the curtain and got out of the car to see, but it was not her own yard, but in a secluded and uninhabited alley, which was still a dead end.

Mrs. Yang was furious, "Erniu, how did you catch the car." Don't you want to ......?"

The voice suddenly retracted into his throat, and he looked at the coachman who turned his head slowly, with an unfamiliar face, and was so shocked that he was cold.

The coachman's eyes. With a murderous aura in the cold, he just looked at her quietly.

At this time, several people surrounded her, and one of them threw the things in her hand into her arms and said, "Mrs. Yang, let's take them away." I'm sure you'll know what to say and what not to say. ”

Mrs. Yang picked up the things in her arms and looked at it, but it was a silver ingot of about ten taels, and she was happy in her heart, but the girl who bought it for five taels sold it for ten taels, this business is not a loss, as for how to explain it to Fangfu, they won't investigate anyway, no matter where she sells it, it's a big deal to fool around.

Come to mind. Hurriedly replied: "Don't worry, my wife is also a mixed world, and she knows the rules." ”

He called the two men out of the car and watched the group of people march away.

"Ahh......hh

"Woo ......"

The slurred whimpering sound has not stopped, and Wen Xing has been unconscious since she was brought back, with a high fever.

Jiang Langzhong came to see it, saying that it was a beating and frightened, which caused his body to heat up, and he opened a prescription to dissipate heat and calm his mind. He also asked his wife, who knew some medical skills, to check the injuries on Wen Xing's body.

Wen Xing's clothes were peeled off, and Mrs. Jiang and Cuiliu Cuiyu, who was helping on the side, gasped. I can't bear to look at it directly.

It's really miserable, not to mention the injuries on the hands, but on the back, the staggered whiplashes have red marks as thick as fingers. It can be seen how hard the whipping was used at that time, and under these red marks, there are traces of scabs of different thicknesses, which should be left by old wounds.

Alas, what a poor child.

Even Mrs. Jiang, who was accustomed to bleeding and suppurating, also sighed and cleaned carefully. sprinkled the medicinal powder on Wen Xing's back and hands, and bandaged it with a clean cloth, even if she had tried her best to be light, Wen Xing, who was in a coma, was still in pain and her body twitched, and under her frowning brows, tears flowed all over her face unconsciously.

Wen Xing's throat is completely incurable, and if he drinks that kind of poison, even Da Luo Jinxian can't recover it.

Jiang Langzhong and Mrs. Jiang sighed and left, and the Mei courtyard was also extremely heavy.

Changkang stayed in front of Wen Xing's bed, his eyes were blood-red, his nails were pinched into his palms fiercely, and he didn't feel pain when he pinched the blood, compared to Xiao Xing, his pain was nothing.

It's all my fault, it's all my fault!

Chang Kang punched the high stool next to him, and actually smashed a small stool to pieces, and the exposed hair ballast at the crack pierced into the fist, as if it was pierced in the heart.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't take good care of the inquiry, if he hadn't been timid, maybe Xiaoxing would have been rescued from the clutches of the devil, why would she be so bitter today.

Pain, heart-piercing pain; Hate, hate!

Together, they flooded their minds and sanity......

Three days later, Wen Xing finally opened her eyes.

Slowly focused his eyes looked at the circle of people around him, and finally landed on the nearest Changkang.

I wanted to call Brother Xiaoshun as before, but all I could say was the voice of "Ahh......h

"Xiao Xing, don't be afraid, Brother Xiao Shun is here, Brother Xiao Shun is here."

Changkang had forgotten about the avoidance of men and women, and in a panic, he took Xiaoxing into his arms and patted her to comfort her.

"Ah......" Wen Xing fell into his arms, clutching his shirt tightly, tightly, like grasping a life-saving straw, crying bitterly but silently......

Wen Xing temporarily settled down in the side room of the Mei Courtyard, unable to speak, and illiterate, Wen Xing couldn't communicate with people at all, locked in the room all day, her expression became more and more gloomy, except when she saw Changkang, she would show a long-lost smile.

It is not possible to go on like this, and when the body is better, the spirit will be sick.

Liu Qin secretly pondered, and finally decided to teach Wenxing to read.

After she became literate, although she couldn't speak or write, it didn't hinder her from communicating with people, and the most important thing was to divert her attention and not keep thinking about the painful experiences of the past.

This errand fell on the gentle and patient Cuiliu, Cuiliu had already pitied her, and she took care of her meticulously these days, and Wen Xing was closer to her than others.

So in the partial room, Cuiliu wrote a few big characters every day, and took the trouble to teach Wenxing literacy over and over again.

Although Wen Xing is dumb, she is not deaf, her brain is also smart, and she didn't take much effort, and she quickly recognized a lot of words, including her own name.

The teaching venue has been moved from the side room to the courtyard, and the sun shines brightly, shining on Wen Xing's pointed chin, and also shining on her increasingly cheerful smile.

Wen Xing blushed this day and compared with Cuiliu for a long time, Cuiliu still didn't understand, until Changkang came to see her, Wen Xing secretly pulled Cuiliu's shirt behind her back, pointed at Changkang, and lowered her head with a red face.

Cuiliu finally understood, and after Changkang left, she took out a piece of paper, wrote the word "Changkang", and read it to her.

Wen Xing nodded and shook her head again.

Cuiliu wrote down the word "Xiaoshun" again, Wen Xing finally smiled happily, holding this piece of paper, and copied each word over and over again with a smile, with a gentle smile and full of affection.

Cuiliu was stunned, unconsciously remembering his own thoughts, once upon a time he was like Wen Xing, writing someone's name on paper, over and over again, carefully and attentively tracing him, straight into the depths of his heart, and he couldn't take it out anymore, but ......

The sun has slanted westward, and the brilliant red glow is on the horizon, like a woman with a spring in her arms, full of shyness, but in this shyness, there is a regret that cannot be recalled and cannot be kept together.

until it gradually disappeared into the distant mountains.

The infinitely good sunset, the extremely beautiful epiphany, are all the glory of one night, open in an instant, and brilliant in an instant.

In an instant, decay. (To be continued.) )

PS: I also have tears in my eyes in these two chapters, although Wen Xing is only a supporting role, but I still put all my heart and soul into it, just because from Wen Xing, I can better express the dark side of that society. For readers, my previous text may be like boiled water, just because I prefer a touch of warmth, and I don't want to abuse myself and others, but the reality is like this, there are yang and yin, light and dark, warmth and coldness, even if I don't want to, I have to follow the story and embark on the road of deceit.

The later episodes will be more exciting, I hope you can like to support!