Zhuge Aoshuang was stunned, and then nodded with a smile.

A mother who can give up her life to save her daughter is worthy of respect.

Over the years, Wang Cuining has also been tortured and humiliated by Mrs. Zhuge and the big and small maids in the house.

Twenty-four pink-clothed maids and fifteen navy-blue clothed maids stood neatly behind Zhuge Aoshuang, waiting for orders with their heads bowed.

Such a scene made Zhuge Aoshuang think of the guards and maids in her princess's mansion during the prosperity of the White Kingdom.

They used to wait respectfully by their side like this, thoughtfully making beds and folding quilts for themselves.

But none of those people are already dead.

"If you see your wife suffering again in the future, then you will suffer a hundred times more than her." Zhuge Aoshuang glanced at Wang Cuining, who was lying on the bed and a little drowsy, and walked out of the main courtyard alone after giving a word to the maids.

The words she ordered were just to let the maids here stop bullying Wang Cuining, and in the future, she would not be here, and others would not dare to bully Wang Cuining again.

After all, there will be some scruples.

Walked to the door of Zhuge Mansion and paused. One last glance at the mansion, which was spacious, but seemed to her to be somewhat dilapidated.

This is not her home after all.

Loved ones, nor her relatives.

There is no need for her to stay here.

He turned around and strode away.

Her lonely look and lonely back seemed to dye the sky with a touch of sadness.

In her small body, how much sorrow and grievances are hidden?

Or, wash away the unclean blood feud?

Behind her, a man in a snow robe stood quietly, his dark eyes as deep as a pool staring at her, thoughtful.

The sky was getting dark, and Zhuge Aoshuang saw the inn called Piaoyun Building, and walked in with his feet.

"Ouch, guest officer, are you going to be a tip or a hotel?"

"Prepare an upper room."

"Okay Lak, guest officer, please inside."

……

Zhuge Aoshuang was led to the second floor by the second brother courteously, then turned left and arrived at the last room.

Xiao Er pushed open the door for her, making way for her to walk in.

The oncoming breeze blew the green silk on her cheeks to the back of her head, revealing a flowery and moon-like face, and the temperament of a Jiangnan woman was undoubtedly revealed.

Like a white lotus, out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons.

How can there be such a strong wind in this room?

She was puzzled and looked at Xiao Er beside her. saw that his amiable face instantly became hideous.

Her face slowly turned red, her head tilted, and she fainted.

Before fainting, she saw blood flowing from Xiao Er's neck.

Behind him, there was a young man in a snow robe, with narrow eyebrows flying into his sideburns, a pair of black eyes that were a little slender, thin lips bent down, and he was retracting the sword in his hand, coming in her direction like lightning.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying on an unfamiliar bed, covered with a thick layer of white bearskin felt. There were five stoves in the room, and the mist was rising.

The warm feeling made her pores all over her body stretch out.

I moved and tried to sit up, but found that I couldn't do it.

When I turned my head to look at it, my heart jumped.

A young man dressed in a snow robe sat lazily beside her, his big bony hands holding hers.

Isn't this the snow-robed young man who sat in the cyan carriage when she escaped from Zhuge Mansion last time?

As soon as she moved, the young man's dark eyes opened, and a fine light flashed from them. Smiled slightly: "Awake?" ”

She nodded, and quickly withdrew her soft wattle wrapped in his palm.

Looking around, he looked up at him, "Where is this?" How did I end up here? ”

The surroundings are resplendent with gold, two black and gold circle chairs are placed on the side, the floor is covered with a white bearskin carpet, and nine gold-footed bottles are neatly arranged in a circle.

Every furnishing here is comparable to that of a royal palace.

It is noble everywhere, but it does not look too vulgar, elegant and full of luxury.

"You entered the Drifting Cloud House Inn, which is secretly a black hole. It is a place where women with some looks are sold and earn money. ”

Zhuge Aoshuang was surprised, his face was expressionless, but there was a flash of anger in his eyes.

"An hour ago, the Drifting Cloud Tower caught fire for no reason and turned into nothingness." The young man's elegant and mellow voice came into his ears, making Zhuge Aoshuang can't help but look at him fixedly, wanting to see something from his eyes.

The young man's demeanor was calm, and he couldn't see a trace of anything unusual, as if the Drifting Cloud Tower turned into nothingness was really just an accident.

He didn't say it, and Zhuge Aoshuang didn't ask. The body was about to stand up, but the legs couldn't exert any strength, and one was unstable and his head was planted downward, and he was about to hit a blue nose and swollen face.

A pair of big white hands gently wrapped around her slender waist, and with a slight force, they pulled her into a warm embrace. He casually brushed her ear with a cold lip, and the subtle breath blew into her ear.

Her heart, like a calm lake, was thrown by someone A small piece of gravel, gradually rippled layer by layer.

His complexion instantly turned red, and his heartbeat increased uncontrollably.

Don't look away, don't look at him, but his body is suddenly stiff.

The boy didn't seem to notice the change in her, and gently put her back on the bed and pulled the brocade quilt for her.

"Thank you." Zhuge Aoshuang came back to his senses and was annoyed by his momentary distraction. Reaching out and gently tapping his legs, he didn't feel numb.

She was stunned, thinking that she must have been holding one movement for a long time, so she was numb. Busy moved his legs lightly again, and knocked his hand again.

After repeating this for a long time, her eyes rolled, and she was unexpectedly calm, "My legs, useless?" ”

He nodded, his dark eyes narrowing slightly: "Hmm." ”

Silence, silence, the terrible silence in the room.

After a long time, the woman smiled coldly, took out the purple frost sword in her sleeve and stabbed at the young man beside her. "Say, who are you? What is the purpose of bringing me here? ”

"Your leg was cold to the bone, and then it was hit by a heavy object, and it was not dealt with in time, and it has been delayed so far, and you can already steal the fun if you don't scrap it all." The young man took two steps back, stood with his hands in his hands, and pulled a faint smile on his cold face: "My surname is Qin, and my single name is a Xuan character." ”

Qin Xuan's dark eyes narrowed slightly.

This woman, knowing that her legs are useless, can still laugh? And they didn't cry bitterly, marvel angrily, or cry and make trouble and hang themselves like other women.

In addition to her own strong willpower, it can only show that the ordeal she has suffered is more painful and difficult to accept than being discarded and her legs.

"Huh? Are you saying that it wasn't all scrapped? A hint of hope flashed in Zhuge Aoshuang's inky black pupils: "Does that mean that I can still walk?!" ”

"With me, how can you be wasted?" Qin Xuan smiled, his eyes were full of confidence.

She let out a heavy breath.

Her legs were wasted, and she had already endured it once.

She had already experienced it by being burned by fire and crushing her leg by the smashed beam. Therefore, it is not acceptable to cry and scream for the loss of legs.

Losing her legs, she accepted it calmly. And she was still overjoyed to learn that there was still hope for her legs to be cured and that she could continue to walk in the future.

Able to walk, who wants to be half-paralyzed?

Qin Xuan walked to the side of the small table and picked up the teapot, poured a cup of osmanthus Qingxin tea and handed it to the thoughtful woman on the couch: "If you want your legs, promise me one condition." ”

Zhuge Aoshuang took the cup and shook it slightly, looking at the amber glowing liquid swirling in the cup before saying, "What conditions?" ”

It is normal to have conditions, and if she does not have the conditions to seek medical treatment for her, she will wonder if he has ulterior motives.

"You'll know when your leg is healed."

As the young man spoke, Shi Shiran had already walked out, leaving only a dashing back for Zhuge Aoshuang.

Zhuge Aoshuang rubbed his temples.

This person did not give her the slightest chance to refuse.

But she's gotten to this point, and what could be more miserable than her current situation?

……

Following.

The sun rises and the golden light shines through.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the willows and flowers are bright.

The breeze blows, and the willow leaves flutter and fall, whirling in the air for a few times, floating quietly on the clear surface of the lake.

On the sparkling lake, a huge luxury painting boat is slowly moving. The top of the boat is painted with yellow paint, and the pillars of the ship are carved with beams and phoenixes.

A few carps seem to be competing with the boat, sometimes swimming in front and sometimes falling behind the boat.

At the front of the boat, there is a gold silk soft couch. On the couch, there was a half-lying boy who looked like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old man, with a young man's face like a crown of jade and his eyes like a star. Dressed in a snow robe, with his crown hair curled high, his head bowed slightly, and a pair of deep black eyes looked at the woman pillowed on his lap.

A young girl dressed in white tribute satin was resting comfortably on his lap with her eyes closed. The breeze ruffled her long, ink-like hair, making graceful arcs in the air.

Soft and quiet.

The dazzling light made Zhuge Aoshuang open his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand to block the golden sunlight in front of him, and what he saw was the blue sky, white clouds, and occasionally flocks of invisible birds flying by.

The surroundings were unfamiliar, and it was not at all the Kyoto she was familiar with.

Here, where is it?!

After realizing it, she found that what she was pillow under her head did not seem to be a soft silk pillow.

Reach out and touch it.

It's not very hard, it's a little soft, and there's a hint of warmth to the touch.

What is it?

He reached out and touched it elsewhere.

Well, it's softer here......