In a small nunnery on the outskirts of Yuncheng, a group of nuns formed a circle, the nuns were dressed in long robes, and their hands were hung with Buddhist beads, all of them were born cultivators.

Under the punches and kicks of the nuns was a little nun with a dirty body and a bruised face, but even so, the little nun's eyes hidden under the curtain of her head were as bright as stars.

"It's just a cheap thing, and you still think of yourself as a real lady? You can't even lift a bucket of water, you've been abandoned for many years, and you're cheaper than a dog on the street, who are you doing like this to show you? The abbot of the nunnery kicked the most fiercely, and his mouth was even more unforgiving, and his toes kicked the little nun's heart again and again.

The little nun was so painful that she pulled her teeth, but she didn't beg for mercy as usual, she only protected her head and endured it in a muffled voice.

"I'll let you run out twice for three days without working, and I'll beat me to death." The abbot viciously instructed the nun beside her, and she looked like a Buddha cultivator with fierce eyes.

"Stop! You are going to beat people to death. "A younger nun came running from the side, pulling the nuns with both hands and beating them, but was pushed away by a group of people.

Another nun who followed followed grabbed her and persuaded her in a low voice, "Wanchen, why do you bother to fight against the host for that girl, you help her a lot on weekdays, but you suffer yourself, she is the young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the host doesn't dare to really kill her, you take care of yourself first." ”

"She is only fifteen years old, and the abbot has been beating day and night for the past month, scolding night and night, and the iron beaters can't hold on." The nun who was called Wanchen shook her head, supported her body to stop, and even if she couldn't stop it, she pulled everyone, forcing the nuns to be lighter.

In the midst of everyone's tearing, Wen Qingyao supported her weak body and waited intently......

"Where is Miss Wen?" A woman asked loudly to stop the dispute, it was the Wen Mansion Grandma who had come from afar.

Mama's voice passed through the crowd and reached Wen Qingyao's ears, Wen Qingyao's starry eyes became clearer and brighter, and the corners of her mouth were torn, she had been preparing for this moment for a long time, and she had been waiting for a month.

"Mama save me." Wen Qingyao propped up her thin body, staggered away from the shocked nuns, and pounced on the woman in embarrassment.

The woman was cold and almost knocked down by Wen Qingyao, who was like a clay figure, her face was full of anger, and she scolded with her eyebrows crossed because of her noble status, "Where did you get the pickled things?" ”

Wen Qingyao tugged at the corners of Mama's clothes, and her voice was weak, "Mama, I'm Wen Qingyao, if Mama doesn't come again, I will be beaten to death in this nunnery." ”

Seeing that the person in front of her claimed to be the eldest daughter raised by Wen Mansion, a trace of disdain flashed in Mama's eyes, she didn't say anything on her face, but the ridicule at the corner of her mouth made her mind clear, and she swept the corner of the clothes that Wen Qingyao was holding with a handkerchief, "If it's really the eldest lady, get up and talk." ”

Rise? Wen Qingyao's eyes contained coldness, the grandmother in front of her was just the third-class grandmother of the Wen Mansion, and she was worthy of saying the word "get up".

Mama disliked Wen Qingyao's dirtiness in the end, and couldn't help it anymore, the handkerchief shook off Wen Qingyao's hand that grabbed the corner of her clothes, and took a step back from afar, "Is there any evidence to prove that it's the eldest lady?" ”

Wen Qingyao hid the coldness in her eyes, looked at the grandmother in front of her with innocent eyes, and reached out to take out a jade pendant from her chest, "Look." ”

The jade pendant in Wen Qingyao's palm is warm and crystalline, shining in the sun, and the discerning person knows that it is a good jade at a glance.

The grandmother stepped forward to take it, took the jade pendant in Wen Qingyao's palm and wiped it with a handkerchief first, and then looked at the jade pendant, the back of the jade pendant was engraved with the word Linglong Wen, and the clay figure in front of him was like a beggar, and it was indeed Wen Qingyao, the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion.