Coming out of the Black Water Prison, Lin Rong was in a gloomy mood. If it weren't for the fact that the woman was too ruthless, she wouldn't want to do such a desperate thing.

Slowly pacing in the deep garden path, across the wooden hibiscus wall a few feet high, Lin Rong saw the light leaking out of the study, and quietly touched it.

"There will be a great risk in going to Su Mansion, and it will be a failure to expose our plan to be known by Su Yang."

"But sending someone to replace Miss Guan as a concubine is probably our only chance."

Lin Lanye and Lingqing were arguing inside, and Lin Rong rushed in without hesitation. Lin Lanye didn't have time to take back the letter on the table for a while, and she caught it.

Before he could speak, Lin Rong's eyes turned red.

"Cousin, I'll go!"

Lin Lanye withdrew his hand slightly embarrassed, frowned, and said, "Although the opportunity is good, it is too dangerous, cousin is not worried about you." Besides, that's a concubine, your name ......"

"I've been practicing hard for three years, and in order to take revenge, what's the name?" Lin Rong looked at Lin Lanye with burning eyes, and what was surging in his chest was the will to win.

Lin Lanye's eyes flashed with a complicated gaze, looking at her from top to bottom for a long time, just when Lin Rong racked his brains and wanted to continue to persuade him, he said: "It's okay to go if you want, but you can't act recklessly, you must follow my plan!" ”

Seeing Lin Lanye agree, Lin Rong's eyebrows were happy, and he tugged on his sleeve and called his cousin several times, which was good.

This time, the identity is Guan Qiutong, the daughter of the Guan family in Liuyin City. On the tenth day of the next month, I went straight to Su's house.

Lin Rongshang has a month to describe her living habits and hobbies.

Guan Qiutong is the youngest daughter of the Guan family, and she is a concubine on the dark side, but she was actually born in the outer room, and was finally raised by the eldest lady and pressed under her name. Since childhood, he has been relatively weak, and he is delicate and cute.

This woman is the best at embroidery, Lin Rong doesn't know anything about it, so she has to practice hard all day long, and Xiao Ning is waiting on the side.

"Miss, how good it would be if you could do it for you, your hands are full of pinholes, and the slave and maid look distressed."

"It's okay, if you can take revenge, what is this little pain and pain?"

After a month of hard training, although it is still a little unsatisfactory, it is already like a god.

The day is approaching, and the cloudy day is about to leave. Lin Rong did not go to the lively place in the front yard, but walked along the broken lotus leaves of the pond to the secluded courtyard.

Lin Rong pushed the door in, and a woman was lying on the bed with a peaceful expression, while there was no one guarding the bed, and the kettle was already cold. Roaring in anger, several people rushed in from outside, kneeling on the ground and trembling.

"Miss, we won't dare next time."

"If you dare to have a next time, you will all chop up and throw them into the pond to feed the fish."

With such a threat, she didn't know that only if she came here from time to time to guard, they could take good care of Dong'er, the living dead lying on the bed. This matter must be talked to her cousin well, otherwise, she will not be able to leave here with peace of mind.

Three years ago, she fell off a cliff and lost her memory completely, even forgetting her last name. It was her cousin Lin Lanye who accompanied her out of the haze little by little, telling her about the past between them.

Lin Lanye claimed to be her cousin to a few people, but he was actually her father's adopted son. The enemy Su Yang, for his own strength, bought a murderer to kill his father, and set up an ambush to intercept her on the way back to save her father. It was Lin Lanye who got the news and rushed to save her.

And Lin Rong forgot all the rest, only remembering that when someone slashed the sword at her in a moment of danger, he stepped forward to block it. On her deathbed, she left the purple beads in her hand, and she always wore them on her wrists, never showing them easily.

Thinking of this, she felt a dull pain in her heart, and gently stroked each bead on the bead string, feeling the coolness they brought to the intervening.

In a trance, I suddenly saw this string of beads emitting a purple faint light, and the sky was spinning for a while, and it was pitch black in front of me.