After waiting for a while, Feng Cheng cautiously approached the small building.

Just when Ci Ning walked over, a middle-aged nun with a mediocre face came out to greet him, which could be seen to be a person guarding the small building.

It is not known whether there were people in those three or five houses.

Feng Cheng thought about it, went around to the back of the small building, climbed up flexibly with the movement of the bulging object, and hung it out the window to look in.

As expected, the three of Cining really went up to the second floor.

The small building is not big, and the room is even more cramped, obviously it is the hottest season of the year, with the most brilliant sunshine, but the room gives people a dark and cramped feeling.

Ci Ning sat on the chair and looked at Jing Chun with an expressionless face.

Jing Chun leaned against the edge of the chair with a pale face, and she could clearly see that she was trembling all over.

She was scared.

That kind of fear, even if it is silent, Feng Cheng who is hiding outside the window can feel it.

"Senior Sister Jingchun, stretch out your hand."

As soon as the nun spoke, Jing Chun shook suddenly, and grabbed the armrest of the chair with both hands to restrain the urge to escape.

Ci Ning said in a deep voice: "Jingchun, if you delay any longer, then don't meditate." ”

Jing Chun's eyes were frightened.

Don't come quietly, it's Uncle Cining's own hands.

Thinking of the first terrifying encounter, Jing Chun hurriedly stretched out his hand.

"Meditation—" Seeing that the young nun did not react, Ci Ning urged.

The nun woke up like a dream: "Uncle wait, wait a minute." ”

She hurriedly opened the small box she was carrying and took out the contents of the box.

In the dim light, the knife in the nun's hand shone sharply.

Jing Chun grabbed the armrest of the chair hard, shaking even more.

The nun comforted: "Don't be afraid, junior sister Jingxin, it will be fine soon, are you gagged yourself, or am I coming?" ”

"I'll ...... myself" Jing Chun pulled out the handkerchief from his sleeve and stuffed it into his mouth indiscriminately.

The nun sighed lightly and grabbed Jing Chun's arm with one hand.

Feng Cheng bit his lip vigorously and restrained his exclamation.

Thirteen-year-old Xiao Ni, whose arms were so slender that people could pity them, and his skin was as white as snow, and the blood gushing out of him was particularly dazzling.

Feng Cheng finally understood where Jing Chun's fear came from.

Not to mention Jing Chun, even her hand holding the window edge at the moment was a little soft after watching this scene.

She'd seen blood.

I have seen soldiers coming to the city, and blood is flowing like a river.

But it was the sword of the Qi people and the blood of the Wei people.

Wei and Qi have long been hostile to each other, and even a brief peace cannot eliminate the hostility between the two peoples.

And because of this, it is a natural hate, a righteous fear.

But what did she see now?

A little nun who grew up in the Plum Blossom Nunnery obediently stretched out her arm and let her senior sister cut her flesh and bleed.

Like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, docile and desperate.

And her uncle sat upright in the chair, looking at it expressionlessly.

In such a scene, even the fear is sticky and greasy, and the nausea is unbearable, making people unable to breathe.

Feng Cheng settled down and continued to watch.

Jing Chun obviously didn't experience it for the first time, her eyelashes trembled with her eyes closed, but she didn't move.

Time seems to have gazed in, and it has become extraordinarily long.

I don't know how long it took, and finally the nun's voice sounded: "Okay." ”

She carefully put the bottle containing the blood into the small box, took out the ointment and soft towel and bandaged Jing Chun.

"Let's go." Ci Ning stood up, Xu was satisfied with Jing Chun's cooperation today, and his face was a little gentle.

Jing Chun slowly opened his eyes, took out the gag and said nothing.

The nun comforted while packing up her things: "Senior Sister Jingchun, you can rest for a while and go downstairs to eat, I stewed a soup for you to replenish qi and blood, but it is fragrant." ”

Jing Chun Mumu looked at the nun for a moment and nodded slowly.

Feng Cheng saw that Ci Ning and Jing Xin were gone, so he didn't rush to meet Jing Chun, but slid to the ground to see where the two were going.

They did not leave the garden, but entered one of the three or five houses.

Feng Cheng waited for the two of them to come out, so he climbed up to the second floor from the back of the small building again and jumped in through the window.

The sound of her landing was very soft, but Jing Chun turned around suddenly like a frightened bird.

The moment she saw Feng Cheng, her eyes widened and she covered her mouth.

Several terrifying encounters made this just thirteen-year-old Xiao Ni learn not to shout when encountering trouble.

She had suffered from shouting.

"Master Jingchun, don't be afraid, I'm here to find you." Feng Cheng tried his best to speak softly, and tentatively walked towards Jing Chun.

To her relief, Jing Chun did not panic when she saw her, but looked at her blankly.

Feng Cheng quickly walked up to Jing Chun and shouted softly.

Jing Chun's face turned pale, and he pressed the soft towel wrapped around the wound with one hand: "Why did the donor come?" ”

Feng Cheng explained gently: "That day, my sister and I came to eat vegetarian food and wanted to give you the birthday gift we prepared, but we didn't see Master Jingchun......

After listening to Feng Cheng, Jing Chun woke up like a dream, and hurriedly pushed her: "Donor, go quickly, if you are found by Uncle Shi, it will be troublesome!" ”

With Jingchun strength, it is natural that it cannot be pushed.

"Will they ever come back?" Feng Cheng asked.

The calm between her eyebrows calmed Jingchun a little: "I haven't been back before, I will stay in the main house for an hour and then leave." ”

Feng Cheng smiled: "Then don't be afraid, one hour is enough for us to talk." ”

"What is the donkey going to talk about?" Jing Chun's eyes flickered, and her body tensed.

Feng Cheng's gaze moved down and landed on Jing Chun's arm.

Her sleeves were still up, and her thin arms were wrapped in a white soft scarf, and blood was oozing through.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Feng Cheng's eyes showed pity.

Jing Chun didn't seem to want to talk about this topic, and hurriedly shook her head: "It doesn't hurt, it's medicated." ”

Everything was seen by the donor just now, right?

Jing Chun had a strong idea of escaping: "Donor, go quickly, this is not the place you should come." ”

"Does Master Jingchun know what my sister and I gave you for your thirteenth birthday?" Feng Cheng didn't dwell on the topic that he couldn't leave, but asked a question that Jing Chun couldn't think of.

Jing Chun was stunned and shook her head silently.

She has been looking forward to her thirteenth birthday.

She made two friends, especially Ah Tao and her, who were completely different from the senior sisters and sisters in the nunnery.

Tao said that on her birthday, she would come over to celebrate her and give her gifts.

Who knew that a thirteenth birthday was the beginning of a nightmare.

"What I want to give to Master Jingchun is a string of agarwood hand beads, and my sister has prepared a handkerchief and a set of clay puppets embroidered by her. It's a pity that the handkerchief and clay puppet were thrown to the back mountain, so that the wild dog broke it, and the hand beads were picked up by Master Jingzhen......"

Feng Cheng looked at Jing Chun and slowly stretched out his hand to hold the cold little hand: "Little Master Jing Chun, my sister and I are very worried about you, can you tell me what all this is about?" ”

Jing Chun opened her mouth and suddenly cried.

Xiao Ni, who didn't cry or cry out in pain when he was cut and bled out, cried silently in front of Feng Cheng.

A string of tears fell on the back of Feng Cheng's hand, burning people's hearts.