......A cluster of dim yellow lamps hung on the bronze and iron walls, and the blood stains on the walls had turned black with age, and they were getting thicker and thicker because they were constantly splashed with new blood and coagulated.

A little girl was tied to a crosspost, her hair covered with blood clots that was dry and messy, covering most of her face, her small nose exposed, and her lips reddened with blood. The splendid clothes on his body were broken by the whip, and the blood stained him so that he could no longer see the original pattern and color. The snow-white feet were covered with deep and shallow scars.

The shirtless man in front of him waved his whip, and his face full of horizontal flesh was covered with sweat like rain.

The special whip, embedded with iron barbs, fell firmly on the little girl.

With each whip, the girl twitched a few times, her little mouth trembling and whining. Eventually, the little head hung down, and no longer reacted even if it was whipped hard.

"Your Highness, this ......" The torturer stopped, and cautiously asked the nobles who were watching.

A young man sat upright on a rosewood chair, his slender fingers tapping on the armrest. The lights dimmed, as if they were about to burn out, hiding the boy's face in the darkness.

"The Ran family committed such a big crime, do you want to fool the past when you hand over a little girl?" The man standing with his head bowed and stared at the little girl.

"This is Nangong Zhi's daughter." Another voice rang out, "Ran Shicang is using Nangong Zhi's face." ”

"This little doll is also angry, pity Nangong Zhi, the only bone and blood is gone." There was a hint of pity in the mockery of the previous voice.

The young man who had been silent moved his delicate lips. The cold voice was mysteriously cold, melting with the coldness of hell and the horror of the Lethe water, but with a natural charm, "Send her back." ”

"Yes."

A black-clothed secret guard stepped forward, untied the chain from the girl's body, carried it on her body, and went out.

As she passed in front of the boy, the girl suddenly opened her eyes.

The messy hair is blowing, the crumbling lights are struggling and drifting, and no one sees the stubbornness and fierce light in those eyes....

The black-clothed dark guard carried the girl lightly, and crossed the cornice on the side of the road in a few steps. On a snowy night, Zhu Ge Feiyu, who shuttled from house to house, finally stayed in front of a very magnificent mansion, threw the girl indiscriminately, and flashed into the night.

"Jing'er, my Jing'er! You and Ming'er don't know when you will return? Mrs. Si was surrounded by purple fox fur and draped in a thick fur. The tears on the well-maintained face never stopped, and he grabbed the hand of the young man next to him tightly as he spoke, "The master is not here, how can I rest assured?" Woo.... Woo....."

The girl on the other side of the "Mother ....." had tears in her eyes, it was Mrs. Si's third daughter, Ran Zixian, who was not as good as cardamom, but she looked like a flower and a moon, and responded to the word "fairy" in her name. At this moment, he was wiping away the tears on Mrs. Si's face with a finely woven gold embroidered silk handkerchief.

The boy looked like he was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his handsome face still had a little childishness. Silver armor is added, and the bright red cloak is whistling in the cold wind.

"Mother can rest assured, the child has been on the battlefield with his father several times, and he has long been able to take charge on his own." The energetic voice carries the pride peculiar to youth.

As he spoke, a group of people had already walked out of the Guogong Mansion.

The previous fine snow was gone, and the goose feathers and thick snow fell sharply, and it was thick on the ground.

Two servants in brown coats and coats, each with a horse, waited at the door.

"Why did it take so long for Xiao Ming to pick up something?" Ran Zijing got on the horse first. Thinking that the time for reporting was approaching, I couldn't help but be a little impatient, and inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of the snow not far away, and the white seemed to be a little red.

"What's that?" Ran Zijing raised his head and pointed at the strange place.

The servant who led the horse passed at once. Hurriedly shaved away the snow, the first thing to see was the tattered bloody clothes, and a few more gouging times, revealing a miserable little white face.

"It's Little Miss!"

Ran Ziyu?

Ran Zijing, who was on the horse, was surprised and quickly calmed down, but she didn't expect her to come back.

Hearing this, Mrs. Si rushed over and pushed the servant away.

Su Riwan's hand that couldn't touch the dirty thing ignored the coagulated blood stain and pinched the girl's neck fiercely. Gritting his teeth, his voice was angry and mean, "You cheap hooves are back, what are you doing when you come back?" Why didn't your mother die with you? What to do when you come back? Don't you think my Ran family is not miserable enough? ”

"Mother, she seems to be dead..... Ran Zixian's crisp voice was sweet and lovely, her tone was flat, and her beautiful smoke willow eyebrows frowned.

"Really? Hehe! He's dead? Just dead? ”

Ran Ziyu died, she was happy, but she felt a little unfair.

Why? harmed the Ran family to such a field, Nangong Zhi, a slut, died, and Ran Ziyu, a little slut, also died, where are these grievances and hatreds to be avenged! Separated the Ran family, lost its glory, and was ridiculed by other nobles! Just died, and it was hard to understand the anger in my heart. Therefore, although Ran Zixian said that Ran Ziyu was dead, the hand holding Dye Ziyu did not relax at all.

A group of maidservants also arrived, standing quietly behind Mrs. Si, no one dissuaded them.

"Big brother! I'm here, I've been waiting! Just wait! Ran Ziming hurriedly ran out of the house, but saw his brother Ran Zijing riding on a horse, thinking about something. The servants were gathered around and ran over curiously to investigate.

"Mother!" Ran Ziming pushed aside the servant, but saw his mother, who had always been dignified, scolding like crazy. When I got closer, my mother was pinching a little girl, the girl was covered in blood, and the wounds in the holes in her clothes were covered with snow and mud and sand, which was very terrible, and when I looked up, under the messy hair with snow and blood clots, there was a miserable white face, and the blood stains on the corners of my mouth had solidified, and the more I looked at it, the more familiar it became, this ..... It's the little sister!

"Mother! What are you doing! Ran Ziming hurriedly pulled away Mrs. Si, carefully carried Ran Ziyu out of the snow, and held her in her arms, her clear face full of distress.

"Quick! Go and call Sinu! ”

"Yes! Second young master! ”

"Ming'er! Listen to your mother, throw this little slut away! Fast! Fast! Mrs. Si roared excitedly.

Ran Ziming took a few steps back, turned half of his body sideways, and carefully protected Ran Ziyu in his arms.

"Mother, shouldn't you be happy that your little sister is back?" When he sent Ran Ziyu to Dali Temple to be punished, he didn't agree, it was not a place for children to go, especially such a nine-year-old child.

"Happy? Have you forgotten how she and her shameless mother harmed our country's mansion? Or have you forgotten your father in Luntai? Mrs. Si persuaded bitterly, and in addition to her anger, she hated the helplessness of iron.

Dayue fought with the Northern Xia Mountain, and Dayue was defeated. Of the 200,000 horses, less than 50,000 returned.

Northern Xia was not the opponent of Da Yue, the first few battles of Da Yue was like a bamboo, but the most critical battle of Bishan was lost, and he couldn't fight again. Emperor Hui personally went to the thatched hut at the foot of the mountain to negotiate, cut three cities, married a princess, and the emperor was very unhappy. The people of the Military Aircraft Pavilion thoroughly investigated the matter and found that the battle map was stolen and there were spies in the army, but they have not been able to find out so far.

It is true that the general Ran Shicang was not in good custody, which led to the leakage of the battle map. The management is not strict, so that the meticulous work succeeds.

The emperor ordered that Ran Shicang be removed from the position of general, and Luntai escorted grain and grass for three years. The left general Li Yin and the right general Murong Ange went to the military position to guard Senan, and they were not allowed to return to the capital without the emperor's edict......

Dali Temple was ordered to punish the national government, and the children surnamed Ran were all punished heavily. Mrs. Si begged her brother Si Hou to act secretly to save her two sons and two daughters from the pain of flesh and skin, and the children born to the other aunts were escorted in. Under the inhuman punishment, one by one died, and the corpses could not even be put into the ancestral hall.

She didn't know why Dali Temple only sent back the body of Nangong Zhi's daughter. Nangong Zhi, you are really haunted.

"Miss! Miss! Xin Nu came out in mourning clothes, followed by Ah Yue.

Ran Ziming handed Ran Ziyu over to Xin Nu.

"Hey, this ..... This...... O Miss! How much does it hurt you? Xin Nu didn't dare to hug him hard, but he was afraid that he would hurt Ran Ziyu.

Ah Yue made a sad "oops" sound on the side, her slender eyes were wrapped in tears the size of beans, and she stretched out her hand to barely cover the snow for Ran Ziyu.

"She's dead, hahaha! She's dead, the slut's daughter is dead, what are you still holding onto? Don't take off the mourning clothes, just in time to send the slut's daughter to the end. Mrs. Si sneered, Nangong Zhi, that slut, lost, completely lost.