Lian'er clenched the cloth towel in her hand, and the jagged bones stood up, as if the sharp bones were about to pierce the thin layer of flesh, pierce a few bloody holes, and pierce the back-and-forth, disgusting, and terrifying thoughts in her mind.

Living, how difficult the two words, is much more difficult than death.

But she still wanted to live.

She is only thirteen years old this year, just like the song in the play, it is the age when flowers bud and willows give birth, she doesn't want to die so early, let alone die...... It's so miserable.

Human ...... Bone meal...... Enrich the soil......

One by one, thoughts came up, and Lian'er felt like a large piece of ice was blocked in the cavity, which could not be dissolved or knocked away, making her cold and difficult to breathe. br>

She had to stop her work, her hands clenched at the slate, her mouth wide open and she gasped hard, and a faint buzz sounded in her ears, as if the cicada was singing desperately in her ear.

Soon, a few drops of water rolled down her chin and forehead to the ground, Lian'er blinked her eyes, but her eyes were still astringent, and the wind from all directions drilled into her throat, and her eyes were dark.

She'd seen too many dead people.

When the dying people took their last breath, there was a strange, long sound from deep in their throats, as if a hand had reached in and grabbed their hearts and lungs, squeezing out the last bit of life in their heads, and then twisting them clean.

It's like the dirty cloth towel she wrives.

Then the men would collapse and collapse there, their faces turning gray and their bodies smelling indescribable—cold, heavy, like frozen stones, firmly embedded in the air, and everything around them impenetrable.

Lian'er no longer had the strength to raise her hand to wipe her face.

She used all her strength to support the weight of her body, as if this was the only way that the fear that came from the depths of her heart would not crush her.

She really didn't want to die.

She wants to live.

Even if she toiled day and night, even if she was starving and frozen, she did not want to be dried and ground into bone meal, and used as fertilizer in the field.

Just thinking of this, Lian'er couldn't help but shudder, as if the huge and cold stone mill had pressed down on her body, grinding all the flesh and bones of her body.

If you die like this, I am afraid that you will not even be able to reincarnate, let alone even a complete soul, and you will dissipate in heaven and earth forever.

Lian'er's face was as blue and gray as a dead man, and her body was trembling uncontrollably, even though the warm spring light was shining on her body, she still felt very cold, so cold that she felt cold from the cracks in her bones.

The east wind was blowing, and I didn't know the sorrow of this small corner of the world, and there were many water stains on the stone slabs that had not yet been wiped off, and very deep blue spots appeared, like moss accumulated over time.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance.

Lian'er's body stiffened suddenly.

Now there is no serious master in the back house, and those stewards must be eating at the moment, and they will not run to the garden at this time.

These thoughts came to mind almost instantly, and Lian'er's body was already moving first. She moved to the side on her knees, out of the way, and at the same time put her hands on the ground, her head buried deep between her arms, and even her breathing lightened.

The people who came walked lightly and quickly, and it didn't take long for them to walk in front of Lian'er.

Lian'er fell motionless, thinking that the golden slave would bypass her with disdain, just as the golden slave had faced Song Nu before.

However, the footsteps suddenly stopped.

A pair of shoe tips appeared at the end of Lian'er's sight, on the half-used silk that was already a little slight, embroidered with a few bushes of spring flowers, the stitches were not fine, but they were bright in color, and they were eye-catching.

"I've finally found you."

In the gentle sound of the wind, a wisp of sound drifted into my ears. The extremely delicate guttural voice, with a hint of laughter, is inexplicably a little familiar.

Lian'er opened her mouth, and the phrase "slaves and maids should die" that she used to say lately had already spread to her lips.

However, the next breath, her voice was stuck in her throat.

She jerked her head up.

At that moment, on that pale and gray face like a skeleton, in the depths of the sunken eye sockets, there was an almost scorching light.

「…… Be...... Is that you?" Lian'er's eyes widened desperately, trying to identify the backlit figure.

However, the midday sun was still brilliant, like golden arrows piercing her eyes, and tears soon flowed from her eyes, and her blurred vision made everything in front of her more and more difficult to distinguish, and large black shadows came up immediately, and she gradually felt dizzy.

She shook her head, and suddenly she didn't know where the strength and courage came from, but she suddenly grabbed the corner of the skirt of the person who came:

"Yes...... Isn't it you...... Are you ......" The trembling voice was squeezed out of Lian'er's throat with difficulty, and was cut to pieces by the spring wind.

The overwhelming darkness swept over, and only these four words were left in Lian'er's groggy head at the moment, and all her strength seemed to be exhausted by these four words, and she was even unable to grasp the corner of the dress anymore, allowing the fine fabric to slip through her fingers.

The wind blew and rolled up the corner of the skirt.

Wei Shu slowly squatted down, pinched the hem of her skirt into a roll, stuffed it back into Lian'er's hand, and whispered, "Well, it's me, Lian'er. I'm coming for you."

Lian'er grabbed the corner of the skirt blankly.

At this time, there was no trace of blood on her face, but her eyes were as red as blood, as if the sun was using it as a flame, burning what little flesh and bone she had left.

Lian'er's face suddenly distorted, and she pulled with her dead force.

She was fierce, gritted her teeth, and her face was hideous, but her strength was worse than that of a three-year-old child, and she murmured something, as if she was cursing madly, as if she was scolding with grief and indignation, but in the end, it turned into a deep sorrow like a beast.

This almost half-crazy appearance made the girl in front of her no longer look good as before, and the line of crimson and black handwriting on her left cheek also made her look almost crazy.

Munahetai.

The blood-stained handwriting stabbed into Wei Shu's sight one by one, she subconsciously turned her head, and the coldness at the corner of her eyebrows soaked into her eyes.

It turned out that the former Song Nu Lian'er had become the lowest slave. Presumably, those Song slaves in the Hundred Flowers Courtyard were also tattooed and turned into "cheap animals" who were trampled on by the entire Dajin.

Whenever those golden men counted the number of slaves who had been divorced, they never called them "individuals", but rather "heads".

One head of Mu Na Hei Tai, or, many heads of Mu Na Hei Tai.