The sky was thundering, the rain was pouring down, and there was a howling and whimpering of wolves outside the mass graves in the wilderness.

If you distinguish it carefully, you can faintly hear the deliberately suppressed conversation.

"Hurry up, the time is delayed, the prince can't spare us!"

"Aunt Sun, these three young ladies are also the biological daughters of Guogong, so they were thrown into the wilderness like this, and they didn't even stand on a well-dressed mound, isn't it too ruthless?"

"If you want to blame, blame the third lady for not being able to bear this blessing! If you marry an ordinary family, you can live a stable life, but you have a baby kiss with her, but when the prince of the dynasty, there are more people staring at the position of the crown princess, she has no mother, and her father is not painful, who can she fight? Alright, this place is too infiltrating, let's go......"

The footsteps faded away, and the rain became heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, wrapped in a straw mat, the slender sallow arm moved.

A thunderbolt fell, just turning half of his exposed face white, Fu Ci opened his eyes motionlessly, letting the rain rush into his eye sockets, washing his eyeballs out of a terrifying bloodshot.

If it weren't for that faint heaving of breathing, she would be no different from a dead man.

Why?

She had asked herself this question more than once.

Why did her biological father put her to death?

"Ah Ci, it's not that my father doesn't feel sorry for you, it's just that if you don't die, then the one who will die in the future will be one hundred and seventy people from the government of our country, so you have the right to do good deeds."

These were the last words her father said to her before pouring the poison into her mouth.

The amount of arsenic that can kill ten cows, it is already a miracle that she can hold a stick of incense, in Fu Qingman's often saying, 'Her Fu porcelain's life is as hard as a brick!' ’。

"Qingman, why do you have to come to this mass grave in the middle of the night?"

Not far away, there was the sound of Xi Suosuo, and the familiar voice fell into her ears word by word from a distance, Fu Ci rolled her eyes, but she was like a dead person, unable to move.

Thunder bursts, the miserable white light will tear the heavens and the earth open, in an instant, everything in the heavens and the earth is bright under this layer of day, thunder and lightning will plunder all colors, the world is only a miserable white.

Chen, who was not far away, suddenly met her eyes with Fu Ci under the straw mat, and she suddenly screamed, if Fu Qingman hadn't held her down in time, it was estimated that she would have lost her umbrella and would have run away at this time.

Chen covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming out of control, what did she see, Fu Ci who was lying under the straw mat opened her eyes?

But isn't she dead?

"Qingman...... She, Fu porcelain her ......"

"I know that the life of this little cheap hoof is very hard, if I don't come to see it in person, I don't know what kind of storm will arise in the future!"

Fu Qingman interrupted Chen's panic impatiently, handed her the handle of the umbrella in his hand, took out something from his sleeve and slowly stepped forward.

Under the darkness of the night, a face with a gorgeous outline of delicate makeup was covered with a gloomy, and the lightning illuminated the object in her hand with a chill.

The refracted knife light shook Fu Ci's eyes, and she stared straight at Fu Qingman.

This two-bedroom concubine, but in the eighteen years after she fell to the ground, she inherited the favor of everyone in the Guogong Mansion.

This has always regarded her as a concubine as a thorn in her eye.

This woman, who has always wanted her to die since she was a child, finally got her wish today.

Fu Qing squatted down beside Fu Ci with a hideous smile on her face, and the mud stained the corners of her clean skirt, and she didn't realize it.

It's just that he elegantly compared the dagger in his hand to Fu Ci's face: "What's the use of being beautiful?" Isn't it still true that no one even knows that there is a third lady in the Guogong Mansion after his death? ”

She said that with the exertion of her hand, Fu Ci's porcelain-like face was instantly broken, and the blood was washed by the rain more and more wantonly.

The pain pierced into the limbs at once.

Fu Qingman sent the dagger to Fu Ci's eyes again: "What about the concubine?" In the end, didn't Daddy choose to kill you with his own hands in order to fulfill me and the prince? Fu Ci, there are too many things that you can't understand with your eyes, what's the use of keeping them? ”

There was a piercing pain in his eyes, accompanied by the sudden darkness, and Fu Ci had a sense of despair that fell into the abyss in an instant.

The voice that was burned by the poison couldn't speak, she opened her mouth silently, and the rough non-elephant voice echoed the wilderness, which seemed to be extraordinarily permeable, and Fu Ci's lips happened to fall in Fu Qingman's eyes, and the sentences were clear.

'I want you not to die a good death.'"

Fu Qingman suddenly laughed, the silver bell-like laughter was blown away by the wind, and then she looked awkward, raised her arm, and fiercely inserted the dagger into Fu Ci's abdomen, and then twisted it fiercely.

She frantically watched Fu Ci twitch continuously, and then repeated the movements of raising her hand, piercing, and spinning, like a devil.

The stagnant water on the ground had been dyed scarlet, and the air was filled with the smell of blood, which was disgusting, and Chen on the side was already stunned by the scene in front of him.

I don't know how many knives I stabbed, until Fu Ci didn't move, Fu Qingman got up, elegantly wiped the blood on his fingertips, and looked at the people on the ground.

"People are about to die, and their words are also good, but Fu Ci, you are too ignorant, you could have chosen a happy death, and now this broken body, it is estimated that even the king of Hades does not want to accept it, right?"

The people on earth were still unresponsive, and looked like they were dead.

Chen looked at the miserable Fu Ci on the ground with a white face, and suddenly a cool air rushed from her toes to the top of her head, her scalp was numb, and she pulled Fu Qingman's sleeves: "Qingman, people are also dead, let's go back." ”

Fu Qing smiled at the corners of his mouth, his victorious provocative gaze finally glanced at Fu Ci, and when he turned to leave, he didn't notice that the corner of his skirt was torn off.

The sky has begun to turn white, but the rain shows no signs of abating.

Fu Ci in the pool of blood was confused and then gradually gathered, she clutched the clothes in her hands tightly, and the hatred that soared to the sky made the mass grave more and more miserable.

She was wrong, wildly wrong from the start.

She should not hold back, she should not back down, because they will not know what is enough, and what they give her will always be endless humiliation and persecution

In this life, as the daughter of the Guogong Mansion, she played a good deck of cards very badly!

Fu Ci swore that if God gave her another chance, she would definitely defend her high ground and hold her power!

Belong to her, want!

What she wants, take it!

Since she endured it to death in the end, it is better to fight wantonly, to rob, and to trample on the soles of all the people who bully her!

The scarred body had begun to stiffen and cold, and hatred rushed into the sky, merging into thunder and lightning, and slashing towards the entire continent.

Before Fu Ci lost consciousness, he was still clutching the half of the corner of his clothes.