"Hua Qingmo, don't you want to live anymore, and you dare to steal Miss Ben's clothes!"

On the eaves of the Ning Courtyard of Qingmei Garden, there stood a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, she was wearing a red gold sleeve jacket and a pink cloud brocade cloak outside, and looked at the girl lying on the bench in front of her with disgust.

The girl was wearing a shabby jade white middle coat, her little face was red from the cold, and the snow on the ground reflected her emaciated body, showing her thin and thin even more. The girl raised her head and looked at the little girl timidly, her eyes were full of fear and fear, her purple lips were slightly opened, and the girl whispered: "Ninth sister, I don't." ”

"Dare to quibble, Miss Ben saw it in person, can there be a fake?" The little girl said domineeringly, and her white and tender face was full of disgust and contempt. Then, she looked at the subordinate standing next to Hua Qingmo, and said sharply, "Call Miss Ben." ”

"Yes, Miss Nine!" The man next to him loosened the dark red whip that was wrapped in several circles, and his eyes swept over the emaciated girl on the bench, and there was no reluctance or sympathy on his face. Raising the whip, he slapped Hua Qingmo's body mercilessly, and as soon as the whip went down, it dyed her white middle clothes bright red.

The severe pain made Hua Qingmo cry out in pain, and the voice reached the Ning Courtyard, and a few people sitting leisurely drinking tea in the main hall were completely indifferent to such screams.

"The ninth sister is really right, just a piece of clothing is just a painful hand, if my father knows, will he be angry?"

"How is that possible? Father may have forgotten that he still has this daughter, besides, Hua Qingmo is the daughter of the princess of the county, have you ever seen the princess of the county look at her? Since the princess of the county doesn't want to see the concubine of the county princess, let's just watch from the side. ”

"That's right, the daughters of our county king's father's house-filling girls are better than her, in this case, it's better to let the ninth sister focus on the key points and directly help her get out of the sea of suffering."

"Don't worry, according to the urgency of the ninth sister, Hua Qingmo is definitely going to get out of the sea of suffering."

At this time, in front of the gate of Ning Yuan, Hua Qingmo, who was originally lying on the bench, had now fallen on top of the heavy snow, her jade-white tattered middle coat had been torn, and the whip marks on her body were overflowing with blood, and the snow under her body had been dyed red.

Pure white snow, piercing blood.

Enchanting interweaving, the last bit of gorgeousness in life.

The magnificence of blood.

The whip still kept pumping on Hua Qingmo's body, extremely hard, but she couldn't feel the pain anymore, her body didn't seem to be hers anymore, and now she just hoped to get rid of it as soon as possible.

In the line of sight, reflecting the pure white figure of the snow, Hua Qingmo smiled lightly, the vision in front of her became more blurred, and the voice in her ear gradually laughed.

She thought it might be a sign before death!

It's as if it's gone.

Seeing that she closed her eyes, the subordinate who beat Hua Qingmo stopped his hand, and then walked to her side, put his hand under her nose, and after not feeling her snort, he immediately said to the little girl standing under the eaves: "Miss Qiyu, Miss Seven, Miss Seventh is out of breath." ”

Hearing this, the little girl looked at Hua Qingmo's corpse, snorted, and then said in disgust: "Hurry up and throw her aside, so as not to dirty the gate of Ning Yuan." ”

"Yes, Miss Nine."

The people next to him grabbed Hua Qingmo's body and dragged it, above the snow, the bright red blood formed a red road, which looked so dazzling.