The girl slowly squirmed on the ground, the blood stains on the ground were long, some places below the child's knee were not hit, the right trouser leg was rubbed a little high in the crawl, revealing the white and tender calf, the guard of the Meng Mansion whipped the child's bare place, and there was a deep red mark on the intact skin, red and white interlaced, shocking.

At the feet of the Son of Heaven, prosperity is needless to say, but the turmoil and unrest under prosperity undoubtedly exist naturally, and the blood and violence caused by the turmoil have already deeply shocked and strangled the people of Kyoto, and the merciless wind and sand have long blown their eyes old, they are more trembling than the people of any place, and they know how to protect themselves better.

Look at people coldly, stay out of the matter, and don't care about the blood and tears of others. This is the most prosperous place, but also the most indifferent place.

The girl on the ground was still squirming one by one, her little hands were covered with red marks, and the raindrops of beatings fell on her back, and the child bit her pale lips, sweat mixed with blood gushed out, soaking the scars on her hands. But she didn't utter a single shout.

She suddenly remembered a lot of things, and those memories, the beautiful and the ugly, all passed through her mind in turn, like a eulogy for her reincarnation.

Gu Chao wants to love but can't love, is suppressed to a silent dead silence, is giving up after a decisive choice, is a clean rejection in his heart, he died, she is not sad, but she has no regrets.

Thoughts surged more and more under the stimulation of pain.

She remembered that at that time, the wind wrapped in lotus incense came slowly from the window, and the young man with a red mole on his forehead looked at her quietly, with a smile in his eyes, and said to her, "I will not hurt you." ”

He reprimanded for her the arrogant county lord who hit her, he gently stroked her red and swollen cheeks, and on the night when the night was as cold as water, he stepped forward and blocked the sharp blade for her, and his handsome back stood firmly in front of her, with an indescribable mountain and water.

He fell on top of her, the faint scent of lotus flowers sprayed on her neck, his breath was weak, but he held on to her and said, "Don't worry. ”

He was poisoned and set up by the guards, but when he reached the door, his eyes slowly turned towards her, and she could see the corners of his faintly purple lips and his weak and dull eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Take her with you, it's not safe here." ”

She just followed him, staring at his back, his long hair picked up by the wind and swept across her face. There was a slight itch in her heart, and her eyes were like the surface of the water in the Tongyi Pool, wrinkled by the breeze.

She ran away, she fell to the ground, she looked at him unwillingly, but in the bright night of the torches, he stretched out a hand towards her, his quiet eyes were warmly reflected by the firelight, and there was a gentle smile at the corner of the young man's eyebrows, he stretched out his hand and gently called her up.

All the while, with a faint smile, he said to her, "I won't hurt you." ”

But she forgot that his complete words were: "Song Lianzhou, under normal circumstances, I won't hurt you." ”

Hehe, under normal circumstances.

Once those balances are broken, once he fails to achieve his goals with gentle means, once those truths are slowly peeled away, there is no need for him to be good to her anymore. He no longer needed to act in front of everyone, he would never be considerate to her again, he would never reach out a hand to protect her behind him.

All tenderness is just a pool of water, seemingly pure, seemingly deep, and it can't escape the fate of evaporating into steam under the sun, and those beautiful things are just turning into a superfluous sigh.

But he didn't know it, she almost believed it.

Maybe she knew that he treated her well for a purpose, but subconsciously, she always let go of his guard, when his cold fingertips gently swept her eyebrows, she smelled the fragrance of lotus flowers in his sleeves, and her heart would always soften involuntarily.

When he came to Li Feizhu's mansion under her scheme, he wrapped his arms around her waist, his eyes were gentle, his movements were gentle, he lowered his head and smiled at her, she had the illusion for a moment that they were really a pair of lovers hand in hand, as rumored outside.

When she was held in Meng Yang's arms, and when she was about to be succeeded by Meng Yang, he appeared at the right time to block the ill-intentioned gaze for her, under the sun, the young man stood in front of her, he smiled, the breeze and the moon, and the lotus wind and lotus bones.

She knew that he had a purpose, but he never caused any harm to her, he was good to her, he treated her with love, he let her not return home, she gradually felt warm with melancholy, and he let her harvest the first ray of care after coming to another time and space.

Although she told herself over and over again that such tenderness had a purpose, her heart would inevitably relax little by little.

That's why she spoke ill of him, disobeyed him, refused to listen to him, bit him and beat him, and became more and more unscrupulous in front of him, although she couldn't fully understand her feelings, but perhaps subconsciously, she thought that no matter what, he would do what he said and would not hurt her.

But.

However, facts speak louder than words, and no one can do anything in the face of the truth, and now, all the past has been answered in the most cruel way, at the cost of her dignity and blood.

She remembered in a trance that a long time ago in the afternoon, her mother was lying on the white hospital bed, the knife mark on her left wrist was shocking, this gentle and kind woman, desperately pulled open the oxygen tube, and said the last words to her:

"Xiaozhou, no, don't trust others easily."

Her body was bleeding and she couldn't move any longer. Blood flowed down her hair to her face, her eyes could barely see, and she remembered that night, the same bloody rain, the men who called her Miss, stupid enough to come to her rescue, fell in front of her one by one.

Some of them had their heads pierced by arrows, some of them had their noses pierced with swords, some of their limbs had been cut off and their hearts had been pierced, and some of them had their heads rolled on the ground, but their eyes were still blinking reflexively.

All the grievances turned into shock and grief at this moment.

He borrowed her hand and killed those who loved her and protected her.

For his own purposes, he used her dignity as a bargaining chip, put her on the streets of Yudu, and treated her like a livestock.

It's a place where there is no democracy, no human rights, and no one is going to help her. They relished her sorrows, and they all looked at her embarrassment with that indifferent gaze, just like Meng Hui.

Her heart suddenly swelled with strong anger and unwillingness.

Why, what exactly did she do wrong to deserve such humiliation from them?

The sunset is dyed, sprinkled on the streets of Yucheng, the leaves are yellow and green, and they are weakly waving, obviously it is midsummer, but it is old like late autumn. With a whip down, the girl's pupils shrank in pain, and the yellow leaves were infected in the dusk, and the silhouette was as thin as a silhouette.

There was a seven or eight-year-old child in the crowd, sitting on the shoulders of the domestic servant, dressed in colorful clothes, with a small face carved in pink and jade, and his little head shook and said, "It's really boring, Ah Fu, let's go play elsewhere." ”

The servant next to him smiled flatteringly and said, "Young master, look, it's getting dark today, let's go home." ”

The head of the servant was held up and looked so humble.

"Back to your size! Young Master Ben finally came out, and he hadn't played enough, so how could he go back. After speaking, regardless of the embarrassed expression on the face of the servant next to him, he grabbed the ears of the servant under his crotch with both hands, and tried hard, wanting to go in the opposite direction, and shouted with a small mouth: "Drive!" ”

The servant below him did not dare to resist, and after stretching out his mouth and neighing as a horse, he ran and jumped forward, while the servant who had just spoken did not say anything more, and followed closely behind the two to prevent the little boy from rolling off his shoulder. The servant's hand was slightly forward, and he walked in unison, his head tilted back, and his mouth gasped for breath from running, but he did not have a string of tails sticking out of the back of his buttocks, otherwise he would be no different from a hungry dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy.