Hearing a sound coming from the door, Zhaoyang, who had been awake, hurriedly closed his eyes, pretending that he was still unconscious, not knowing what terrible method they were going to use against him this time.

"Zhaoyang ......" Song Yun called Zhaoyang's name softly, looking at Zhaoyang with a pale face, there were still blood stains on his body, and tears couldn't help but slide down.

Thinking back to the past, Zhaoyang and Lotus have always been their personal maidservants, the three of them grew up together since childhood, like sisters, in the previous life, I heard that Zhaoyang was killed by an adulterer, and I cried all night.

I thought that this traitor was Zhang Mingyang and his subordinates, but looking at it this way, this traitor has always been by his side, Zhang, Song Zi, you wait for me.

Thinking of this, Song Yun clenched his fists tightly.

And Zhaoyang, who was on the bed, heard the voice of the young lady, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and obviously heard the next person who came and went to say that the young lady did not return all night, and he still wanted to go to the master to expose the conspiracy to report the Zhang family and Song Zi.

However, there have always been people placed by the Zhang family around to guard the door of his room, just waiting for her to wake up and find an opportunity to kill her, so he can only pretend to be awake here.

Zhaoyang secretly narrowed his eyes into a slit, and looked at the person next to the bed with his spare eyes, but he didn't expect that it was really a young lady.

"Miss, you...... What happened to your face? Zhaoyang was just about to get up and throw himself into Song Yun's arms, and the moment he looked up, he caught a glimpse of a large burn on the left side of the young lady's face, and even the green silk was burned.

I'm afraid that the young lady came in a hurry, and she didn't even have time to change the clothes on her body, and the shocking scar on her arm made Zhaoyang's heart flutter.

"It's okay, it's just the beginning." Song Yun stepped forward and hugged Zhaoyang to lie down, completely ignoring his scars, in his previous life, Zhaoyang died in order to seek justice for himself, and in this life, he must protect her.

"It must be those two foxes who are capable again, Miss, even if I fight for this life, I must seek justice for Miss." Hearing Song Yun say this, Zhaoyang, who has always been impatient, struggled to get up, but was stopped by Song Yun behind him.

Song Yun stepped forward and scratched the tip of Zhaoyang's nose, and when she saw her, she felt inexplicably relieved, seeing Zhaoyang, she didn't know how happy she was in her heart, how could she let her die for herself again?

Thinking about it, Song Yun comforted Zhaoyang and asked her to calm down.

"Every word I say next, you two are careful." Song Yun looked at the two maids beside him seriously, their deaths in their previous lives were still vaguely reflected in front of Song Yun's eyes over and over again, shocking.

Seeing that Miss was so formal, the two of them didn't dare to struggle anymore, and quietly listened to Song Yun's command.

"If you don't want me to die, starting tomorrow, you have to pretend to be crazy and stupid, and I will arrange it tonight and send you out of the house tomorrow." Song Yun's words did not have any room for maneuver, they were not discussions, but orders.

These two naturally know the temper of the young lady, and once they make up their minds, even if the king of heaven and Lao Tzu comes, they can't stop it.

Song Yun has never regretted his temper, if he had listened to his grandmother's words and had not married the cold Qin Shihao, he would not have suffered such a tragic experience.

The two maidservants behind her cried in an instant, and Zhaoyang's tears fell even more cracklingly, but Song Yun had already made up her mind, she couldn't watch the people around her follow her to be killed.

Although she doesn't know what the future path will be, since God has given her a chance to choose again, she must make good use of it.

"I'm going to make that pair of dogs and men unable to survive, unable to die!" Song Yun looked out of the door, the green tendons on his hands had already burst out, and the scars on his arms were also due to the exertion, and the bright red blood flowed down instantly, ticking on the ground.

Although Zhaoyang was reluctant to miss the young lady, she threatened with her own life, and Zhaoyang had no choice but to obey the arrangement.

"You can rest assured that you can recuperate outside with peace of mind, and when you recover from your injuries in a month, I will take you back." Song Yun stepped forward and gently stroked Zhaoyang's green silks, combed them and pinned them behind Zhaoyang's ears, and several people couldn't cry.