Goode looked at Lian'er in disbelief.

After four or five breaths, he hardly knew what kind of expression to make.

Then his mouth moved, and a mocking laugh almost rushed to his throat, but he soon closed his lips again, and a look on his face was about to vomit, as if he was offended by the wave of his eyes, and the disgust overflowed, and then it was difficult to control himself.

It took him a few more breaths before he finally controlled the expression on his face, the corners of his lips slightly hooked, and he smiled lightly as usual, and lowered his eyes to look at the girl who was as docile as a lamb at his feet.

"I've heard that you're leaving tomorrow night, ...... I'm afraid I'll never see you again. He said mildly.

Lian'er's heart was beating extremely fast all of a sudden.

She heard the thought in that voice, as if there was a silk thread, hooking that word and word, from between his lips and teeth, into the depths of her heart.

She bit her lip and let out a very soft, delicate sound from her nose: "Hmm. ”

The east wind blew a few petals and landed on her skirt, cooling her hot cheeks.

She suddenly realized that this was not the answer that a slave should have, and for a moment her hands and feet were a little cold, and she was about to fall to the ground to plead guilty, but she never thought that a gentle whisper that she had never heard in her life came with the breeze:

"Lian'er, do you want to stay?"

The sigh-like voice is like a warm wind, blowing away Lian'er's cold hands and feet, and also blowing away the humble flower that she buried deep in her heart, which seems to never bloom.

Her body couldn't help but tremble, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and it was thick and sour, but the aftertaste was so sweet and fragrant, sweeter than the sugar water she had stolen.

Before she could reply, the gentle whisper sounded again: "I mean, Lian'er, would you like to stay by my side?" ”

The east wind is vast, stirring the grass and trees in the courtyard, and the crown of the sycamore is swaying with the wind, just like the swaying heart of the lotus.

Her mind was dizzy, the soles of her feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, and the whole person was in a trance, forgetting how she had walked back.

When she came to her senses, she was standing in front of a tiny flower bed, and all she could see was wet dirt and a few flower seedlings scattered at her feet.

Only then did she vaguely remember that this seemed to be the backyard of the major general's residence, and this small flower garden was the errand arranged for her by Ali:

She was going to plant the seedlings of the moon flowers in the nursery.

But at this time her head was still dizzy, and she couldn't hold the hoe steadily, so she had to hold it firmly with both hands, but she forgot what she could do with it.

She stood in front of the flowerbed in such a daze, holding in her hand the only thing she could grasp, as if grasping a faint but imminent hope.

This is...... Really?

Lian'er's lip was already biting painfully, but the pain could not dispel the feeling of vanity that followed her. She thought it should have been a dream.

However, even in her dreams, she never dared to dream of such a voice and such a gentle promise.

"As long as you stay, I'll treat you well."

She remembered the phrase.

I won't forget it until I die.

At such a time when the wind is good and the flowers are blooming, the most secret wish in her heart, the thought that is almost ridiculous, seems to ...... There is a little possibility of realization.

Her cheeks were burning like fire, her heart was beating like it was about to pop out of her throat, Lian'er's eyes were filled with mist, and the soft waves had been filling her heart.

"Ahh

An exclamation sounded suddenly, and her heart was shattered, and Lian'er knelt on the ground almost without thinking, her forehead was firmly pressed against the ground, and she didn't even notice that her palm was broken by the flower hoe, and there was only one thought in her heart:

Don't be whipped, please, God, don't let me be whipped.

"Still angry?"

"Scared, there was so much blood!"

"Get out of the way!"

Several chatters came from across the courtyard walls, and there seemed to be a rebuke from Ali in between.

Only then did Lian'er realize that the exclamation was actually from the front yard, and there was no one else in the backyard except her.

She breathed a sigh of relief, got up from the ground, dusted off the floating dust at the corner of her skirt, thought for a moment, and finally walked towards the courtyard gate.

Something was obviously going on outside, she didn't have the courage to watch the excitement, but today, she got a promise that was not too uncertain, which made her inexplicably a little more confident, as if anything that happened in this courtyard had a little to do with her, and she also had a little qualification to go and take a look, and even ...... Just ask.

Such a small little convenience, I want to come to Ali...... And also...... He should also be allowed.

The corners of Lian'er's lips smiled sweetly, this secret happiness made her steps brisk, and her petite figure was like a swift flying in front of the beam, walking lightly to the courtyard gate and stopping to look.

Not far away, under the stone steps, a middle-aged man was lying in a pool of blood, his eyes closed and his face sallow, surrounded by several people.

Lian'er recognized the man immediately.

He was a slave who was called together to Sasaug, and they all called him Stone.

He looked like he was dying.

Blood was gurgling from the back of his head, staining the ground red, and his head was soaked with blood from under his shoulders, and the hands resting at his side twitched unconsciously, and the heaving of his chest was already indistinguishable.

If you go and call Granny Gillo immediately, I'm afraid that people can still be saved.

Lian'er wanted to say it out loud.

Granny Ji Luo is a kind gold slave, the servants in the house have a headache and brain fever, they will go to her to ask for some herbs to eat, she also has a medicine paste that can stop bleeding, and the whip wound on Lian'er's body is cured by this medicine paste.

Lian'er's throat rolled, and so many words came to her lips, making her want to vomit. But she couldn't say a word, as if something was stopping her, and another voice in her head was saying:

Shhhhh

So, she pursed her lips firmly, only the hand holding the door frame trembled slightly.

Ali stood in front of the stone, his face extremely ugly.

"I didn't ...... Nobody touched him, he ...... He fell down the steps on his own. The golden servant woman who was in charge of sprinkling and sweeping trembled, and pointed to the Taiji behind her:

"He rubbed the fence over there and stepped on ...... Stepped into the air, and then fell off. ”

It was an accident.

Ali himself can prove it.

This Mu Nahetai called Stone worked very hard, and Ali Fang praised him twice, but he didn't expect this person to be so unpraised, and he actually fell down the steps by himself.

The rock is only four levels, not high at all, and no one can die if he falls down, but unfortunately, when the stone fell to the ground, the back of his head happened to hit the sharp corner of the stone steps, and a big hole was knocked out.