A rotten and dark cage.

The rat on the beam flipped over the wooden cutout and landed on her fingertips, licking the blood, her eyelashes trembling slightly, but the strength of her body seemed to have been plucked from the wounds on her wrists and ankles, and she couldn't move.

Only the choking breath in his throat snorted like a worn-out blower.

The self-inflicted Pei family.

The sneers of the jailers fell into their ears, and in addition to the ridicule of this once rich and rival clan, the rest was to judge the filthy body of the female dependent.

And Pei Xibao was lying in a pool of blood, lingering for a long time.

Step, step, step, footsteps slowly stopped at the cell door, and the chains fell to the ground very harshly.

"There is a law in "Criminal Prison", and those who plot rebellion and great rebellion will be beheaded regardless of their heads; His father and his children over sixteen years of age were hanged; Uncles, sons, and nephews flowed for 3,000 miles, and the family's subordinates, slaves, assets, and farms were all unofficial, and the rest were executed by Ling Chi. The man's tone was slow, as if intending to make the half-dead man hear clearly, that every life closely related to her must not be a good death or death.

Pei Xibao didn't know whether she was shocked or angry, and her throat and eyes whimpered and burst out of unbearable hissing, but she couldn't open her mouth.

Her tongue was cut out.

Only tears fell from his eyes, leaving traces on his blood-stained face.

She felt that her thin shoulders were being lifted up, very light and gentle, the candle flame lit up the faces of the people, the black hair hung down, the arrogance and loneliness, the narrow black eyes that seemed to contain cold cold revealed the coldness in the bones, and it was such an indifferent standing that could force people to breathe.

Imperial Division, Yanqi.

"The hour has come." He said, his voice was as cold as the lonely moon hanging outside the window.

She felt Yan Qi holding her arms tightly tightened, and when the stinging pain of her breath bloomed in her chest, the hatred in the man's tone of leaning over couldn't tell whether it was for her or for this ending, the sea of blood drowned all consciousness, and Pei Xibao never saw the man gently pinching a blooming begonia flower behind her ear.

The little pearl of the Pei family died in prison, bleeding for a day and a night, and no one collected the body.

Drink –

The brocade on the bed suddenly turned up, and a small head popped out of the quilt, as if she was startled by a nightmare, and she screamed "yaa, yah", and knocked over a basin of sunken begonias on the table next to the couch.

The flowers were all over the ground.

"Miss Bao?!" Yuechan, who was waiting outside, rushed to push the door when she heard the sound.

Pei Xibao was frightened and pressed her heart beating wildly, and the anxiety of the maid surprised her even more, hadn't the daughter of the Pei family already been given to death?

"It's just...... Had a nightmare. She said softly, staring at the broken begonias on the ground, and the fragrance of flowers lingered.

Yuechan breathed a sigh of relief and followed her gaze: "Oh, this is your favorite submerged begonia, there is only one plant in the entire Nanjun, and the pot is still the jade blue cotton personally selected by the old lady, how is this good." The little maid squatted down and was busy cleaning up the mud and broken jade, her Miss Xibao liked the begonia the most, and the whole garden was planted with all kinds of flowers, as long as she wanted to, there was no Pei family who could not find it.

Pei Xibao seemed to be still immersed in Fang Cai's nightmare, she subconsciously touched her chest, the scene of the cold dagger piercing her skin and heart was vivid, and she couldn't help but shudder: "Don't care about those flowers." ”

"Yes, yes, don't care about those flowers, hurry up and put on white jade pearl cream." Yuechan had already caught the girl's fingertips, and the red marks of the jade basin appeared, this delicate little lady made of pearl and jade couldn't stand the slightest pain, and Yuechan carefully medicated her.

Pei Xibao only felt that his fingertips were cold but grinned in pain, and when he looked down, there were several cyan bruises on his lotus arms.