In late autumn and September, Yangzhou City is as noisy as ever.

The ornate carriage inlaid with blue feathers drove out of the Earl's Palace of Pingxuan, detoured for dozens of miles, and finally stopped at a silk village.

The little guy who drove the car moved his pedals, bent down to wait outside the car, and said respectfully: "Madam, it's here." ”

The jade hand lifted the curtain, and the young woman in the golden dress led the two little girls down.

The girl wearing a light pink jacket skirt combs the popular double snail bun, and there are golden beads and begonia silk flowers between the buns, which is vigorous and rich.

In contrast, another girl of a slightly younger age wore two bare buds and was dressed in thin and plain clothes.

If it hadn't been for stepping down from such a luxurious carriage, passers-by would have thought that this was the little maid of the girl in pink.

The woman took the hand of the girl in pink and said with a smile: "Wan Zheng, after traveling all the way, do you have any ideas for what style of new jacket skirt to make?" ”

"I want to be pink, I have to embroider my favorite bunny on it, and the skirt must be ...... big"

Xie Wanzheng said with a fluttering eyebrow, and the woman smiled when she heard it, and added a few words for her from time to time.

After the two had made their decision, the woman turned to the other girl, and the smile on her face was still there, but it was noticeably colder.

"Jinzi, you stand here for a while, and your uncle will take your sister to make a winter coat."

Her tone was soft, but there was a hint of impatience.

The autumn wind blew, and the little Xie Jinci shrank his shoulders and looked at the satin village with wet and black eyes.

It was cold, and she wanted a winter coat too.

But she had to listen to her uncle's words.

An accident four years ago took the young life of her father, and since then her uncle inherited the title of Earl of Pingxuan, and she has been fostered in her uncle's name, and now it is the fourth year.

When the woman saw that she did not answer, her heart became more and more impatient, and she took Xie Wanzheng's hand and entered the silk village.

The seven-year-old girl was left alone, standing on the bustling long street of Yangzhou City, and hung her head in frustration.

There is an endless stream of pedestrians, cars and horses passing by, and in the hustle and bustle, the sky does not feel dark.

Xie Jinci waited left and right, but never saw her uncle and cousin come out, she frowned slightly, tilted her head, and stared at the gate of the silk village suspiciously.

Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth from behind!

Before she could scream, she was taken into a carriage, her hands and feet bound with ropes, and her mouth sealed with strips of cloth!

In the cramped carriage, there were seven or eight girls about her age, all of them tied up and with tears on their faces.

The carriage galloped through the alley, the curtain of the carriage was blown open by the night wind, and the strange long alley shrouded in the night, the scenery was no longer real.

Xie Jinci opened his deer eyes full of panic, and moved back quietly.

Wait until your back is against a hard wall.

Her small hand, which was tied behind her back, laboriously climbed onto the bracelet on her left wrist and clenched it tightly in the palm of her hand.