After Ran Changle finished speaking, he left space for the three sisters.

Called Nameless, and asked in a low voice: "You go to the Juxi Building, and let the medical saint help me check ......"

He also instructed the peach to get drunk, bought them clothes, and arranged a place to live.

As soon as she picked up the cup and was about to moisten her throat, Mrs. Li rushed over, grabbed her arm and walked away.

Ran Changle asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"The child's face is red, his eyes are closed, he has been struggling and crying, we can't coax it, you go and see!"

Ran Changle spread his legs and ran over.

The three sisters gathered around the bed, hurrying and crying anxiously.

"Don't yell, get out of the way."

Ran Changle approached the bed, and the young child was really as Mrs. Li said, this is a sign of nightmare, and the child is scared!

Hurriedly said: "Aunt Li, go get the fire fold!" ”

Then he quickly instructed the older woman, "Go and get a plate on the desk!" ”

Du Chun, an elderly woman, saw that she was calm and fast, without a trace of panic, surrounded by a stable atmosphere, which made people involuntarily obey, and hurriedly took the plate over.

Ran Changle quickly grabbed two medicinal herbs from his pocket, crushed them with internal force, and put them in a dish.

Confession: "The fire fold is coming, ignite it immediately!" ”

Du Chun had already learned from Mrs. Li that she was a fish girl, the owner of the fish banquet, and a strange woman, so she hurriedly said: "Fish girl, what is this?" ”

"Tranquility."

After Ran Changle finished speaking, he gently picked up the child and held her tightly in his arms.

Du Xia cried: "An Shenxiang is not like this! Are you trying to kill Dong'er? Second sister, stop her! ”

Du Chun held the saucer, looked at the crying third sister and hesitated, yes, An Shenxiang is not like this.

She looked at the fish girl again, only to see her gently pick up Du Dong, gently patting her thin back with her hand, and gently comforting: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid......"

At this time, Mrs. Li ran over with a fire fold, eagerly: "It's here!" Here it comes! ”

With a heart, she believed that this fish girl who bought the four of their sisters would not harm Dong'er, so she took the fire fold and lit it.

In a moment, the air was filled with a light fragrance, Du Chun sniffed deeply, and felt that his anxious and sorrowful heart was slowly calming down.

She looked at Du Dong again, and found that she was no longer struggling, but wrinkled her little nose from time to time, snorted a few times, and her little hands tightly grasped the collar of the fish girl, and her face still had an unnatural flush.

After waiting for another cup of tea, Ran Changle saw that she had completely calmed down and gently put her on the bed.

The three sisters stepped forward, held her little hand, and wept secretly.

Du Chun's heart is mixed, Dong'er lost her father and mother at a young age, and witnessed the tragic death of her eldest sister, leaving a shadow in her heart, crying every time she sleeps, they watch her trapped in a nightmare, but there is no way but to hold her little hand through the cage, and keep comforting and crying.

Dong'er slept so steadily and sweetly a year ago......

Dong'er, who never let outsiders hug her, didn't expect to fall asleep in the arms of the fish girl.

She was grateful again, and choked up: "Fish girl, we ......"

Ran Changle shook his head and said softly: "Accompany her well, she must have been frightened when she saw something, and she didn't appease her in time, so she would be like this."

Recuperate for a period of time, it will be fine, rest assured. ”

After speaking, he motioned to Mrs. Li and walked out.

Mrs. Li wiped her tears and said, "This child is so pitiful. The face is yellow and thin, the clothes are not covered, the face has been cut three times, all the bones have been seen, and they have not been dealt with properly, I am afraid that it will leave scars, and there are bloody whip marks on the arms. How do you get rid of such a young child......

And her three sisters, except for their faces intact, are all whip marks, old wounds and new wounds, all have maggots......"

Ran Changle took up his hand and patted it gently, his eyes flashed very sharply, Duan Cripple, Duan Cripple......

Duan Cripple was in a very bad mood today, and the four slaves only sold for five taels of silver, which was not enough for him to drink flower wine.

He cursed in a low voice: "Lao Tzu has been raised for a year in vain!" How much silver does it cost to eat and drink!

Knowing this, Lao Tzu should have pinched the little money-losing goods to death in the first place, instead of just slashing her face three times! What a bargain for her!

And the second child, damn it, actually pretending to be deaf and dumb! Deceive Lao Tzu!

How much does Lao Tzu sell less!

What's even more annoying is the third and fourth children, pretending to be crazy and stupid!

Damn, I should whip them fifty lashes a day! Let them lie to Lao Tzu!

And the boss, fucking, watery, it tastes so good...... It's a pity that he died after a few tosses.

If it weren't for their mother hitting the wall head-on, Lao Tzu would still be able to taste it......

Damn, Lao Tzu also has times when he is pecked by an eagle! ”

After scolding, he worried about the five taels of silver in his hand, squinted his eyes, and began to ponder: he stayed in the slave market all the year round, the news was blocked, and he hadn't come out for a long time.

The girl has a big black mole on her forehead, which is easy to recognize.

The man's breath was cold, a bit like the legendary medical saint, but the medical saint was incomparable, as long as he waved his flag and shouted, there must be countless people vying for his life, so the noble medical saint would never come to this dirty place.

So who is he?

His eyes were cold and without a trace of emotion, as if he was from hell.

Thinking of this, Duan Cripple couldn't help but shiver again, he would rather face the god-killing sledgehammer than be stared at by that cold gaze.

He shook the silver in his hand, dragged it into his arms, and looked at the dim street again, when a gust of wind blew through the hall, he shivered again, and scolded: "It's May, and there is such a cold wind." ”

After scolding, he tightened his clothes, and remembered the tender big girl in the flower building, and quickened his pace.

Duan, who was full of inappropriate pictures for children, didn't notice a small figure falling on the roof.

The figure seemed to melt into the darkness and silently followed him.

……

"Miss, where have you been?" Tao Zui saw Ran Changle, who was air-conditioned, and pushed open the lobby door with a stiff face.

Ran Changle asked rhetorically: "The four of them are resting?" ”

"Well, I took a bath and changed into new clothes, and the wound was medicated. I lit the incense and they fell asleep. ”

"You go back to Ran's Mansion and tell your grandmother that the fish banquet is too busy these days, and I won't go back to the house for the time being, so don't worry about her old man."

Momo nodded drunk.

Ran Changle got up and went to the backyard Du Dong's house.

The soothing incense in the room burned quietly, and Mrs. Li took pity on her, and treated her as a lost daughter, and accompanied her personally, and had fallen asleep on the edge of the bed.

Ran Changle looked at Du Dong's small face, one knife was slashed on the forehead, from the eyebrows to the tail of the eyebrows, and the other two knives were on the left cheek, crossed, and the bones were deeply visible.

The knife wound was coated with jade skin ointment, which made her yellowed little face more and more dull.

And her memories of the orphanage came flooding back.

She considers herself ruthless and cold, and no one can let her in except for the people around her.

But this little child touched her heart.

In the adult world, she never cares about it, and she doesn't bother to pay attention to it.

But the three knives on the child's face, the three knives that were deep in the bones, made her angry and made her have the urge to kill.

For a three- or four-year-old child, such a heavy poison is simply inferior to a pig and a dog!

Duan lame, Duan lame......

After a long time, she let go of her clenched fist, looked at the skinny Du Dong again, and turned around and walked out of the house.

Shangjing City is under the emperor's nose, and the law is strict, she must kill Duan Cripple quietly and without any flaws.

She followed him at night and overheard him staying in the painting boat for three or four days.

After a few days, he returned to the guarded iron-clad casino, and it would be difficult to kill him.

On the second day, as soon as it was dark, Ran Changle took off his mask, disguised himself as a man, and went to the painting boat.

When the bustard saw him, he stepped forward to pull his arm, waved a fragrant handkerchief, and said with a delicate smile: "Oh, son, please inside!" ”

Ran Changle looked at her and smiled, the thick powder on her face fell down, and the pungent fragrance made her want to sneeze.

Hurriedly took a step sideways, opened the fan, glanced at the old bustard, and said, "My son came to see the girl play the piano." I'm not here to look for flowers and willows. ”

The old bustard flicked the veil coquettishly, waved it in front of Ran Changle's eyes, and thought, it was another person looking for flowers and willows, pretending to be high, pursing his lips, still pinching his throat, and said with a smile: "Childe's vision is really good, but the girl was taken by a distinguished guest today." There are many beautiful girls in the painting boat, hehe, make sure that the son is satisfied! ”

Ran Changle put on an arrogant and rude posture as a rich child, and snorted: "Don't call out to this son soon." If this son is not satisfied, he will demolish your painting boat! ”

He took out twenty taels of silver from his bosom, threw it away at the old bustard, and said, "If this son is satisfied, there will be a reward!" Give Ben Gongzi a private room. ”