The winter thunder shook the sky, and a rainstorm came suddenly, which caught the lively birthday banquet off guard, the delicacies were scattered all over the place, the maids were busy in a heap, and the guests became soup chickens.

Thunder in the depths of winter, a bad omen!

The faces of the guests showed subtle colors, and it could be seen that the birthday star's face was sinking like water, and he immediately changed his smiling face and took the opportunity to come forward to meet the horse, and said that the bad omen was a vision, and it was an auspicious omen.

Jing Kanghou's face softened slightly, and even if he had a bad heart, he still ordered his subordinates to clean up the venue and set up the banquet room, and bring his virtuous wife and a pair of talented children to the high hall to enjoy the congratulations from all directions.

And the remote deserted courtyard north of the Hou Mansion.

On the sour and shabby bed, the girl who had been in a coma for half a month covered with only an old thin blanket finally opened her eyes under the urging of the thunder, and the dark pupils were no longer as stupid as they once were, and the coldness of the knife made the surrounding breath more and more cold.

The hoarse voice was so weak that it seemed to be squeezed out of his lungs, with a suffocating hatred like Ling Chi, "Ling, Yan, Ran!"

In the lobby, the atmosphere of the banquet has reached the end of the day, and everyone is a little drunk after three rounds of drinking.

The Lin family with a pair of children also turned around for most of the circle, and finally settled in the circle of noblewomen, enjoying the praise of everyone, smiling from ear to ear, and pulling the genius daughter who was praised with a spring breeze on her face.

Ling Yanran didn't care about it in her heart, but she still tried her best to put a decent smile on her face, but she still couldn't hide the contempt and impatience in her eyes, and a pair of beautiful autumn eyes turned to a certain place from time to time.

Which one of the noblewomen who can mix in the circle is not a fox, naturally seeing the girl's posture, although there is dissatisfaction and anger in her heart, she can only pretend to be confused with a smile, "Oh~ I said why Miss Yanran is not willing to give up, it turns out to be ...... Hehe. ”

When everyone heard the words, they saw Jing Kang Hou talking to a man, the man's eyebrows were handsome and the lines were resolute, his eyebrows flew into his sideburns, and a pair of eagle eyes were as sharp as knives, and he was born not angry and self-imposing, even if there was no usual coldness and hardness on his face at this moment, but the momentum and majesty of his body still made people who wanted to step forward hesitate.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but smile together with the girl's face like a peach and plum with spring and joy, and joked with each other to make the girl more shy, and her face was like a peach blossom.

The maid in the green shirt suddenly came over, saluted the ladies and whispered a few words to the girl.

The girl's eyes moved slightly, and her smile did not decrease, and she generously and decently confessed to everyone and left with the maid.

In the dimly lit back garden, the smell of blood washed away by the torrential rain, and on the muddy and cold ground, two stout men suppressed a very embarrassed young woman.

Seeing the beautiful girl coming, the two men hurriedly saluted respectfully, "Miss." ”

The girl just raised her hand, then bowed slightly, looked at the woman who was panting and her hair was scattered, and smiled, "Tut-tut, on the day of the big day, how did Xue Niang make herself so virtuous, and if you want to spoil yourself, don't defile the door of the Hou Mansion." ”

"Miss Yanran, slave beg, save Miss, Miss her...... Hmm"

What responded to her was a hard kick in the chest, Ling Yanran was no longer gentle and shy before, and sneered with a hideous face, "What Miss, I am the only young lady in this Ling Mansion, I am the concubine of Jing Kanghou, don't think that cats and dogs have this daughter's life?"

The woman who was kicked open covered her mouth and cried out in pain, the blood stains on her fingertips revealed but she carelessly, suppressed the resentment in her heart and endured the severe pain and weakly climbed the dead branches full of spikes, and pleaded sadly, "Miss Yanran, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, Miss is just a stupid person, she won't fight with you, you are a pharmacist, you should make virtue for the future......"

"Miss Ben will not create virtue on Ling Muran's slut, that slut is a sin to live in the world, tell you, even if she is lucky not to die this time, Miss Ben will definitely kill her, and Miss Ben will not let go of any woman who dares to approach Brother Lang!"

Ling Yanran's face was even more distorted, and she kicked Xue Niang's waist fiercely.

Everything was only because King Lang raised his hand to help the fool who fell to the ground a few months ago, and His Majesty made a joke about his daughter, and Ling Muran's hellish life began from then on.

Raised his hand to take the box handed over by the maid, slowly took out a few spirit grasses from the box, pulled the corners of his mouth disdainfully, and as soon as the palm of his hand was loosened, the precious spirit grass fell to the ground.

The delicate embroidered shoes stepped on the spirit grass and crushed it fiercely, "Xue Niang, I won't kill you, I want you to live well, see how Ling Muran's useless fool died, hehe, throw her back to the abandoned courtyard, don't let these stinky rats come out and scare the guests." ”

"Yes, miss. The two guards responded, but their eyes fell to the second-level spirit grass that was crushed on the ground, and their faces were painful, you know, second-level spirit grass is also difficult to find for low-level martial artists like them.

The maid beside Ling Yanran squatted down in disgust and wrapped the elixir that had been crushed and mixed with soil that had lost its effect, raised her hand and stuffed it into Xue Niang's collar, and smiled with undisguised disdain and pride, "Xue Niang, this is the merciful reward of the young lady, take good care of that fool, don't die too quickly......"

The paralyzed body was thrown like a puddle of mud in the courtyard without the slightest light, exuding decay and death, and the two guards disdainfully tore at the soiled clothes on their bodies, full of disgust, and couldn't help but kick the woman who didn't know whether she was alive or dead before scolding and leaving.

The torrential rain washed away all the sins, and the raindrops hit Xue Niang's pain-ridden body like a heavy hammer, making her trance consciousness a little clearer.

"Miss, Miss is still waiting for me, I can't die, I can't die......" Ten fingers buckled into the hard and cold sand, and the flesh and blood blurred, and she climbed mechanically.

The thunder shook the sky, the roar continued, but the closed door was suddenly opened, in the darkness, the petite figure walked into the rainy night, towards the dying woman who crawled in the dark, only a pair of clear eyes with a luster on the emaciated face covered by messy hair, and the face slid down, I don't know whether it was tears or raindrops.

As if feeling something, Xue Niang's movements stopped, and she moved her head with difficulty, but her eyes fell on a pair of feet in front of her that were almost transparent and washed away by the torrential rain without shoes, and the white bones were less than the size of a palm.

Ling Muran slowly squatted down, looking at this familiar scene, gently raised his hand to caress Xue Niang's mud-stained and cold cheeks, and his low voice was like rusty wire rubbing, with a ghostly crying softly, "Xue ...... Mother......"