Li Qingrong sat quietly and looked around for a week before coughing lightly.

She looked at her small, slightly rough hand, and a deep sense of powerlessness suddenly welled up in her heart.

Her expression slowly sank, and she actually felt a little like laughing, but she really couldn't make a laughing expression.

Thoughts are like coals that are being scorched by a hot fire, and they are constantly beeping and bursting under the heavy lid of the furnace.

She couldn't laugh, she could only make a stiff expression that she couldn't laugh or cry on.

Let's cry!

She comforted herself as if it would make the stone of her heart weigh less.

But when she closed her eyes, she didn't think about the wild vegetables and coarse chaff she had eaten in the past year and the life-and-death line of fighting wolves.

It is not a ruined temple that leaks rain, a humble begging posture, and it is not a hungry and cold body, a poor money bag, or a bent temperament......

She saw, saw the palace burned by the raging fire, saw the weeping and wailing palace maids and eunuchs pressed against the cold bricks in humiliation, and the young brother pierced by the snow-white blade......

The resentment was like an invisible hand, choking her throat tightly, making her almost breathless.

Suddenly, her fingers pressed together, her sharp nails leaving terrifying scars on her delicate palms.

The blood of the Lu clan was sprinkled in almost every painful dream she had, and she almost wanted to cry out loud.

"Miss, we're so lucky, guess what the slave found in the back of the house?"

Chunniang's sudden laughter woke her up, and she closed her eyes again, regardless of whether the futon was clean or not, and went straight to herself, and collapsed heavily.

It was so warm, a few tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, and then quickly slipped away.

After Chun Niang entered the house, she only sighed, and when she saw the small futon, she came over with a smile.

"Oh, it's so tight, don't my girl."

Li Qingrong in the quilt laughed softly when she heard this, sat up, and quickly pulled her over to sit on the bed, and at the same time did not forget to take out half of the quilt to wrap the cold Chunniang on the side.

"Show me."

Seeing that it was rare for her young lady to show such a delicate appearance, Chun Niang suddenly had a bad heart.

She clapped her hands, raised her messy and cute head, and smiled slyly: "You guess, there is a prize for guessing correctly." ”

Li Qingrong was also happy to play with her, and really thought about it seriously.

"Did you find something to eat?"

"Oops, it's boring, it's boring!"

Chun Niang stood up and walked out, giving her a puffed look.

"Huh? Am I guessing how not to cash out the reward? ”

Li Qingrong called, but he was not annoyed, and his smile was like a flower.

Outside the wooden house, Tou Chunniang stomped her feet, as if evading to change the subject.

Qiao shouted: "Wait, when the fever is hot, don't move again, get some fresh for you to taste." ”

After that, there was no sound.

A few steps away from the bed, a broken teapot hooked by several wires hung out.

The teapot was a little old, and there were a few pitted depressions on the body, but it didn't prevent it from being used.

Just as her tongue was dry, Li Qingrong got out of bed, thinking that Chun Niang might want to use this teapot to boil hot water later, so she took it down.

Walked lightly to the door, pushed open the door and found that Chun Niang was not in front of the house, so he took some snow nearby and put it in the pot.

He shuffled back with heavy steps, and hung the snow-covered pot back on the wire.

Just as he was about to pick up the straw, there was a rustling sound on the beams of the house.

The slightest movement made her pupils constrict and her expression changed suddenly.

It seemed that a layer of frost had condensed on his face, and he became extremely cold, and there was a sense of majesty and solemnity between his eyebrows.

"Come out!"