Chapter 159: Hatred

Song Anning smiled and turned her head to look at her, "I still said that, I have already given the opportunity, but he refuses to ask for it." ”

Qin Shi cried and said, "That's not an opportunity at all!" If you let Hua'er do that, you're forcing me to die, don't you understand? ”

Song Anning suddenly ran out of patience.

She said impatiently: "Then you will die!" ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of silence around them.

Qin looked at her blankly.

As if in disbelief, and as if relieved, he smiled stupidly: "You finally said this, you just want me to die, you just want me to die." ”

Song Anning didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he said.

With these things that the Qin family has done, death is cheap for her.

If it weren't for the sudden war in the north, the saint wouldn't have time to take care of too much, and she would have been implicated in King Yong with the iron she sold, and she wouldn't know how many people would have been killed.

Qin suddenly took a deep breath and said, "Song Anning, come here." ”

Song Anning raised his eyebrows.

Qin Shi smiled miserably.

"Why, at this time, are you still afraid that I won't succeed? I called you over, but I have something to tell you, this sentence involves Hua'er's life experience......"

It's about Jiang Hua, in fact, she is a little interested.

After all, the Qin family has fallen, and Jiang Hua is fine.

She leaned over.

But at this moment, suddenly Qin's eyes were cold.

As soon as she pulled off the hairpin on Song Anning's head, Song Anning noticed it immediately, and pushed her away, but was dragged by Qin's wrist, only to see that the hairpin was not stabbed at Song Anning's body, but straight to her throat.

Song Anning was taken aback.

Subconsciously, he shook her off and stepped back.

Coincidentally, at this time, Jiang Hua rushed in.

When he saw the hairpin on Qin's neck and the blood gushing out, his eyes immediately split.

"Motherβ€”β€”!

Jiang Hua ran over quickly and hugged the Qin clan through the iron fence.

Qin Shi stretched out his hand and pointed at Song Anning, his eyes full of hatred and unwillingness.

"Song, Song Anning...... It's Song Anning...... Kill, kill me......"

As he spoke, he rolled his eyes and lost his breath completely.

"Motherβ€”β€”!

Jiang Hua roared again, crying so much that he couldn't help himself.

Song Anning's face was white, and it was half loud before his brain turned around.

She didn't expect that the Qin clan would end her life in such a way.

She frowned, subconsciously wanting to say something, but Jiang Hua turned her head and looked at her angrily.

"She's already pleaded guilty!"

"She'll be exiled and sent to the Frontier!"

"She has been pampered since she was a child, she has never suffered anything, and she is likely to die on the way to the frontier!"

"She's already so miserable, but you still don't want to let her go!"

"You killed her! You killed her with your own hands!! ”

Song Anning was shocked.

She thought it through, this was the result that the Qin clan wanted.

There is no way for her to change her fate, and even if she doesn't die after being assigned to Frontier, the rest of her life will only be spent in long agony.

She couldn't stand that kind of life, and she didn't allow herself to be in that situation.

So, with her own hands, she killed her and splashed dirty water on her.

Use your own life to let Jiang Hua always remember the hatred at this moment, and let Jiang Hua hate her for the rest of her life.

The revenge of killing the mother is not shared!

For the rest of his life, he Jiang Hua will be desperate to take her Song Anning as his enemy, kill her as the goal, and avenge his adoptive mother.

Song Anning's heart gradually sank.

But she doesn't regret it.

Qin's death is innocent, no matter what kind of death is used, in short, only when she dies, can she feel at ease.

The self who suffered so much in his previous life must be able to calm the hatred in his heart.

Song Anning closed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, my eyes were clear.

She didn't say anything, turned and walked out.

Jiang Hua squatted on the ground, hugging Qin's blood-covered corpse, looking at her hatefully, watching the figure go farther and farther away under the dim light, farther and farther, until it disappeared at the end of the corridor.

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Severe winter.

The Jiang family, which once dominated Jizhou, fell.

Mrs. Jiang and Jiang Rongsheng, a group of people in the second and third rooms, all moved to the countryside and became a real poor family.

And Jiang Hua broke off relations with the Jiang family due to Qin's death and identity reasons and entered Beijing alone.

The imperial court soon arranged for a new Zhizhou to come over to take office, and Song Anning also returned to Qingzhou under the escort of Song Xingzhi and Song Helan.

Everything seems to have happened, and everything seems to have never happened.

When I set foot on the boundary of Qingzhou again, there was already heavy snow like goose feathers in the sky, and it was only half a month before the Chinese New Year.

Song Anning sat in the carriage, holding the stove in his hand, and the carriage was still burning with fine silver charcoal.

She lifted the curtain and looked at the snow-covered scenery outside, although according to the timeline of this life, she was only away from home for more than half a year, but she felt that she had been away for more than ten years.

Poria was making tea for her next to her, and Holly took out a food box from the dark compartment under the seat, opened it with a smile: "Miss, this is your favorite jujube flower cake, jujube flowers are hard to find this season, they are all specially dried and kept by the store, but it is fragrant, I packed some for you, you can taste it." ”

Song Anning pursed her lips.

She took a piece of jujube cake and put it in her mouth.

The aroma of jujube flowers is mixed with the faint sweet fragrance of glutinous rice, which permeates the mouth and mouth, which is pleasant.

Song Anning smiled: "It's really good." ”

I think that at the beginning, the Jiang family took such a small piece of jujube cake and planned Jiang Hua's fraudulent death.

Now that everything is over, I taste this jujube cake again, and I have a different state of mind.

Song Anning finished eating a piece, took the handkerchief handed by Poria Cocos, cleaned his hands, and said lightly: "This pastry is good, don't buy it again in the future." ”

Holly was stunned, a little confused.

Poria quietly glanced at her, put away the pastries, and then said with a smile: "Miss, have a cup of tea, warm up." ”

Song Anning nodded.

In the ice and snow, holding the stove and drinking tea, I also felt warm in my heart, and there was no longer a trace of chill.

The twenty-first day of the lunar month.

A horse galloped over, raising a little snowflakes, and the curtain of the car was opened from the outside, revealing Song Xingzhi's brilliant face, "Little sister, we have arrived." ”

Song Anning looked up.

Sure enough, I saw the three words of Qingzhou City hanging firmly above the city gate, because the weather was too cold, and there were two big bonfires burning at the city gate for the soldiers standing guard to keep warm.

She couldn't help but smile.

Went home.

That's nice.

"Daddy and mother must have prepared a meal at home and waited for us, I have asked the chief to ride a fast horse to go back to report the news first, and when we arrive, we will be able to have a good time."

Song Helan also turned around.

The two brothers were not afraid of the cold, and they were reluctant to squeeze in the carriage with her in winter, so they rode all the way back, but they were also heroic and cool, and they had a youthful spirit.

Song Anning smiled: "I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss my father and mother too." ”

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry back quickly, drive!"

"Drive!"

Two horses and a carriage galloped towards the city gates.

But no one saw it, and on the hillside not far away, there was also a man on horseback who stopped far away.

The mountain loop turns around, and the snow leaves a place for horses.