Snow does not turn snow cold, this sentence is not wrong at all.

The sun hung obliquely in the sky, the earth was white, and Qinghua City was about to freeze into popsicles.

Qin'er was in a good mood today, carrying a large basin of clothes, ready to go to the laundry room to wash. Thin clothes can be washed in the stables by themselves, but thick cotton clothes must be washed with soap mallets, so you have to go to the laundry.

The slender figure, like an idle cloud, and like a cheerful deer, shuttled in the yard. Along the way, how many men's minds and eyes were attracted to her.

"The annual trial of the family is about to take place, and the young master's strength has unexpectedly recovered, I must let him dress decently and come on stage to compete!" Qin'er said secretly.

I don't know how many white eyes I suffered along the way, but Qin'er didn't care, she was beautiful in her heart. After passing through a few yards, a bend and a laundry room is ahead. Suddenly, there were a few laughs in the corridor next to me.

"Giggles, Sister Lingcui, your new bracelet is so beautiful. The carved pattern on it is a stone skin carving, is it so amazing~"

A few maids surrounded a slender and graceful girl, coming from a distance, chatting as they went.

Lingcui deliberately raised her wrist to let the bracelet bathe in sunlight and glow with a warm luster. Hearing the compliments of the little maids, a smug look appeared in the corners of her eyes.

The smugness was quickly replaced by nonchalance: "It's nothing, Hai Shao gave it to me." ”

"It's really Sister Lingcui, in the huge house, which maid can compare to you?"

Lingcui became more and more proud, and suddenly she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye. Even if she is wrapped in plain clothes, covered her hair with a blue scarf, even if her little hands are frozen into carrots, and she is holding a large wooden basin in her hands, she is still so beautiful.

Look, the two little guys next to me who were on the road almost crashed into a tree just to see her?

Lingcui remembered Wei Dinghai's eyes when he looked at Qin'er that day, and a wave of jealousy jumped up in his heart, and the smile on his face froze shallowly.

Several maids who surrounded her were also eye-catching, and when they saw that her face was wrong, they immediately followed her gaze. After seeing Qin'er, everyone knew it.

Everyone knows that Wei Dinghai likes Qin'er very much. All along, Lingcui was just a replacement he chose because he couldn't get Qin'er. If Qin'er relents and agrees, the one who is overturned by the stars at this time will not be Lingcui.

However, there is no if in everything, after all, Lingcui is the big girl now.

A chubby girl had an idea, rolled up her sleeves despite the cold, and shouted at Qin'er, who was about to take a detour: "Slut stop!"

Qin'er didn't hear it, and she wouldn't stand still. Her face was as usual, her steps were firm, and she continued on her way.

If the fat girl didn't shout that, Lingcui wouldn't be able to wipe her face and find fault. Now that she has an excuse, seeing that the other party doesn't buy it, she immediately has a frosty face: "Qin'er, why is your young master abolished, and you are also disabled? Is it because your ears are not good, or are you blind? Someone is calling you, and you have no education at all!"

When someone shouts a slut, Qin'er won't be stupid enough to bubble up to claim this 'title'. But when people call the door, she will not show weakness.

"Yo, it's you! I just heard the crows chirping, and what happened today, a group of mourning stars flying around. Sorry, the crows are so loud that I didn't notice you. Is there something wrong with me?" Jean stopped, turned and glanced at them.

"You!" Several girls were very angry, and Lingcui was even more angry that she was about to vomit blood, "What a girl with sharp teeth and sharp mouth!

Her chin was raised, and her pretty face was furious with rage.

In the martial arts, Xuanli is rolling, and Lingcui is ready to teach her a lesson at any time.

As the big girl next to Wei Dinghai, the resources and benefits enjoyed by Lingcui are not lost to the ladies in the house. In addition, her own talent is also good, and she now has a first-order triple strength. Although she also knew that Qin'er was smart, she was not afraid of her at all.

Lingcui shook her jade hand gently, and the bracelet sounded crisply in the wind. The first-order stone skin carving can give her a defense bonus, and it is too simple to deal with opponents of the same grade.

She was waiting, waiting for Jean to resist her orders, so that she would have more excuses to act.

Qin'er looked at her and suddenly smiled: "I'll come here." Her steps were light, and she was like a deer, galloping towards Lingcui.

Lingcui was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Qin'er to be so obedient. But it's useless to be obedient, it's a big deal, just get started!

She raised her hand and struck at Jean with a fist. Calculating Qin'er's pace in her heart and holding the power of her fist, she is very confident that this punch can make Qin'er suffer a lot of losses, and she can also break the phase.

But seeing that she was about to succeed, she suddenly found that Qin'er stopped halfway, and in her place was a wooden basin that was whistling and flying.

I saw Qin'er stumbling at her feet, and her mouth exclaimed: "Oops, I tripped and fell!"

Then, the wooden basin came out of his hand and smashed directly at Lingcui and the others.

For a martial cultivator, an ordinary wooden basin was nothing at all. What's worse is that it was thrown out by martial cultivators.

Lingcui is more powerful than other girls, so she can naturally hear that this strong wind is definitely not accidentally thrown away, but Qin'er deliberately threw it hard.

After all, Qin'er is also a first-order triple strength, if this wooden basin is smashed on her body, there will definitely be no good fruit to eat.

The wooden basin flew fast and fiercely, Lingcui hurriedly retracted his fist, flashed sideways, and quickly pulled the fat girl next to him to block in front of him.

Bang!

As soon as the fat girl was in place, she was smashed by the wooden basin.

A basin of clothes, coupled with a heavy wooden basin, rubbed her fat face and slowly slid down. When she hit the ground, her face was blue and swollen, especially her nose, like a drunkard's rosacea.

Qin'er staggered, leaned forward and closed, finally stood firm, and said with a scared face: "Hey, I almost made a fool of myself." What's wrong with the pot?"

"Slut, you should ask me what's wrong with my face!" the fat girl was hurt and angry, and tears fell involuntarily.

"That's it, you are so bold, you dare to beat someone!Sister Lingcui, according to the family rules, should the maid who beats people be whipped?" The other two maids were also very 'sensible', and immediately spoke to Lingcui.

A sneer appeared on Ling Cui's face: "Yes, according to the family rules, it should be dealt with strictly, at least two hundred lashes." I'm watching her here, you go find Steward Fu!"

"Yes, Sister Lingcui!" the maids took the order and left, leaving only a few little servants shivering in the cold wind, watching this scene from afar.

......

A pale blue light enveloped Wei Mo's palms, swimming along Wei Zhong's limbs. Every time he reached an important acupuncture point, he would increase his strength, and the blue mangs would be a little more intense.

From the restoration of his martial veins last night, Wei Mo knew that his spiritual power had a powerful repair power. Perhaps, you can help Uncle Zhong get out of the current predicament.

With the help of Wei Chao, although Wei Zhong's body recovered from his injuries, many tendons were broken, his martial veins were damaged, and he became a paralyzed man, unable to feel hot or cold.

But now, Wei Zhong could clearly feel a cool air flow surging through his body.

Wei Zhong lay in the haystack, he didn't say a word, but his eyes were very excited.

"Young master, young master......" he kept silently thinking in his heart, "You have finally understood, and it is not in vain to ...... at the beginning"

Wei Zhong didn't dare to think about it, and when he thought about it, his heart was surging, which affected Wei Mo's treatment.

Bang, bang, bang!

The airflow rushed through the injured tendons, and each impact made Wei Zhong's feeling clearer. Gradually, his neck could be turned, and his hands and feet could move.

However, what surprised him the most was the feeling of the martial arts. It's itchy and crispy, like a wound growing new flesh.

Wei Mo focused on healing his wounds, but on a cold day, his whole body was sweating like rain. Finally, he used the last trace of spiritual power, and his whole body softened.

"Uncle Zhong, how are you feeling?" Wei Mo put away his hand, panting slightly, but he didn't have time to rest, so he hurriedly asked.