The snow was heavier, and the whistling north wind went to the broken firewood house.

Yingchun cried and gave Xia Rao some medicine, and then covered her with the quilt she brought.

"Yingchun, I'm hungry. Xia Rao smelled the aroma of the food in her arms and laughed.

Yingchun's tears flowed even more fiercely: "Auntie, you are still laughing, your back is full of flesh, fortunately, the thirty boards have not been finished today, otherwise you are afraid that it will be ......"

"Don't worry, I'm not dying that easily. ”

Xia Rao took the meat bun that was still hot in her arms, ate two bites, and the mother-in-law who was guarding outside urged Yingchun to leave.

Xia Rao waited for the door of the firewood room to snap shut before she bit the bun and wet her eyes.

It wasn't long before she fell asleep in excruciating pain.

In her sleep, she dreamed of the original owner's childhood, and also dreamed of her own childhood, they were all lonely and betrayed souls.

But because of this, she Xia Rao wants to live a good life and live a glorious, rich, chic and wanton life!

After about three days of recuperation, Xia Rao was urged to get up and chop wood.

"You're not Aunt Xia now. Mrs. Han, who was in charge of the firewood room, pulled her out roughly, and pointed to the one-person-high firewood pile in front of her: "If you can't finish chopping this firewood today, don't think you can go back to the house." ”

A lot of people gathered outside the courtyard, and seeing that Xia Rao was still so good-looking in only this thin and shabby brown dress, jealousy immediately turned into vicious words.

"It's a shame that she didn't die, otherwise according to her foxy kung fu, the soul of the dead ghost man would have to hook up with her. ”

"She's really shameless, slutty, ——!"

The bolder ones spit out their saliva.

Xia Rao glanced at Mrs. Han, who was watching the excitement on the side, her eyes were a little cool, and she said while setting up the firewood to be chopped: "Mother Han has had another headache recently, and the back of her head hurts with her." ”

When the gossipy subordinates outside heard this, they immediately pricked up their ears and stretched their necks.

Mrs. Han remembered the rumors that Aunt Xia was very evil in the house, and looked at the people outside who began to talk to each other, her face turned dark, and she scolded outward: "Isn't it working, the master blames it, be careful of your skin!"

Bombing people away, Mrs. Han turned her head and twisted the unhealed flesh on Xia Rao's waist and pinched it hard, and Xia Rao almost fainted in pain.

"You cheap bones, what nonsense, you are now in my hands, to put it bluntly, no one dares to fart even if I match you to the dog in the yard!"

"If you don't get cured again, I'm afraid your life will be lost. Xia Rao endured the pain.

Mrs. Han became more and more unconvinced, the headache was just a minor illness, and she could still die?

Mrs. Han sneered and pushed Xia Rao to the ground: "Aunt Xia, don't be in a hurry to curse the slave, the days are still long, let's take a look and see who dies first." ”

After that, Mrs. Han asked someone to take a saltwater-soaked wattle and stare at Xia Rao's side, and if she was a little sloppy in chopping wood, she would have to be whipped.

It's so ruthless, even more ruthless than Yan Jue!

Xia Rao touched the place where she was twisted numbly, and when she touched the warm scarlet liquid, she turned her head to look at the girl ring who was holding the wattle and ready to go, and blinked: "Bet or not?"

"Bet on what?"

"Bet on when Han's mother will get sick, I guess, before it gets dark today. Xia Rao's eyes bent.

Mrs. Han, Mrs. Han, don't blame me for revenge when the time comes.

Outside the hospital.

Qingyun glanced at Xia Rao, who was still smiling with a large piece of blood on her back, and went back to talk with complicated eyes.

"Master, do you really plan to watch Aunt Xia being tortured to death by that group of despicable subordinates?"

"Are you reluctant?"

"The slave felt that if Aunt Xia died, her good cooking skills would be wasted. Qingyun listened to Yan Jue's fingers slowly knocking on the table, one by one, which made people panic in the bottom of their hearts.

After a while, the sound finally stopped.

"Let her live until the end of the year. Yan Jue said in a deep voice.

Qingyun thought that Yan Jue's heart had softened, and he was excited to wipe his tears, his family could not only enjoy the joy of the bed, but also the people he liked, it was good......

"At the end of the year, her death is meaningful, and there are some people in the house who can't be eliminated, just borrowing her hands to completely eradicate them. ”

Yan Jue's ruthless voice completely shattered Qingyun's illusions.

But Qingyun clearly remembered that after Princess Yan ordered to fight Aunt Xia three days ago, the lord was always calm and composed, and for the first time, there was a flaw......

As soon as I finished thinking about it, news suddenly came from outside, saying that Xia Rao had hung up Mrs. Han in the firewood room and beat her violently!