The harder she escaped, the more trouble came: the hand of fate always pushed her to the center of the dispute, allowing her to rise and fall with the storm.

As she spent more and more time sobering up, her thoughts and worries grew, and she was vague about the complex situation in front of her.

The clever and light face naturally knew how awkward her situation was, and all her efforts had been in ashes, and her little parasitic dwelling was no more.....

These are still secondary, the main thing is that he still does not know who those who want to kill him, and where the giant beasts that are lurking in the shadows are hiding.

Thinking of those hidden many enemies, Qingrong didn't even dare to have the mind of revenge, her poisoned body has not completely healed now, how dare she move those thoughts.

Almost every day, she was confronted only by the receptive and respectful attendants and maids, and no one came to visit her, and no one could understand and comfort her heart.

In this long journey of recuperation, the loneliness in her heart can be imagined, she is like a caged bird, only wandering in the Yayuan where she lives every day, and she does not dare or want to take half a step out of the Yayuan.

As for Wu Xiaoyan's side, he didn't have time to visit and take care of Qingrong for the time being, because he was also busy recuperating from his injuries.

Since Xiao Pan came out of the customs, she has been proficient in the mysteries of time and space, and the protective array and prohibition of the City Lord's Mansion in this district naturally can't hinder Xiao Pan.

The lively and eccentric, clever Xiao Pan almost swept away the Dan pharmacies and auction halls in the entire Danyang City, if it weren't for the fairy crystal flowers, "she" could have bought all the pills in the entire city.

With Xiao Pan's help, Wu Xiaoyan can finally recuperate his body wholeheartedly, and he finally doesn't have to worry about the problem of pills.

Because of Wu Xiaoyan's long-term retreat and healing, it was inevitable that there would be some omissions on the side of Qingrong, so those ghosts and ghosts began to stir again.

Although they don't dare to abuse Qingrong in a big way, all kinds of friction and dirty things are indispensable on weekdays, and the life of Qingrong is bound to be unhappy.

Although Qingrong wants to live an ostrich life without fighting with the world, she can't bear the characters she has inadvertently offended before and don't let her go.

Among them, Miss Ji Lian, the daughter of the largest family in Danyang City, bullied lightly and lightly the most, as long as she entered the city lord's mansion, she would inevitably come to Yayuan to mock her lightly, and her tricky and mean appearance completely defiled her pure white clothes.

But the light appearance couldn't stop her from entering, because even the guards and stewards in the city lord's mansion had to give the Ji family face, and it couldn't be easier for Ji Lian to enter the Yayuan.

Ji Lian absolutely hated Qingrong, she had been rejected in front of Qingrong before, and Ji Lian had already secretly promised Wu Xiaoyan that such a humble existence as Qingrong could be favored by Wu Xiaoyan, it was simply mocking her Ji Lian's incompetence and failure.

Now, Ji Lian finally caught the weakest and weakest moment of Qingrong, even if she couldn't teach her a lesson in person, she would inevitably humiliate her.

No, on a sunny and warm spring day, Ji Lian gathered a wave of friends, and once again came to enter the Yayuan, and you sang and I made a noise:

"Where's the light-looking girl?"

"The light-faced girl is really rude, and the guests don't know how to come out to receive them. ”

"How is Miss Qingrong's injuries doing?

"Where did the girl learn the charm of the girl? she was able to confuse the men so much that she had time to teach us a trick or two. ”

"Oh, she's in that house, let's go over and ask Miss Qingrong for advice. ”

......

Qingrong, who finally fell asleep, was woken up by these "visitors", and her mood was so gloomy that she didn't want to deal with these people at all.

However, Qingrong has not completely cleaned up the toxins yet, and she is not allowed to mobilize her spiritual power at will, so she can't even lay down the protective magic circle.

As for those attendants and maids, they have quietly hid away long after the arrival of the daughters and daughters of these families, and the ants still spare their lives, let alone them!

Lonely and helpless once again fell into a state of helplessness and powerlessness, although her heart disgusted these people very much, but she did not even have the ability to prevent them from approaching her, so she could only let them swagger in.

These flower-like beauties and graceful sons surrounded Qingrong like evil wolves, not giving Qingrong any chance to escape, they tried their best to ridicule and humiliate Qingrong, you pushed me and pinched Qingrong.

It was only after these people had mocked and bullied them enough that they reluctantly left Yayuan, and they came here full of resentment, and then left here satisfied.

When they left, their faces were covered with bruises, except for a delicate little face with unwilling decay.

This is the City Lord's Mansion where she has lived for many years, this is the ivory tower in her mind, and this is the Danyang City that she once sacrificed herself to protect......

As long as he thinks that he once sacrificed his life to kill the enemy on the battlefield in order to protect this city and these people, he is full of unwillingness and resentment because the blood and sweat he has shed are not worth it.

The bloody sacrifice of countless soldiers in front of them was actually the leisurely life of these sons and ladies of the family, and they felt unwilling and humiliated for those innocent souls who died in vain.

Qingrong was full of thoughts in her heart, her face was full of gloom, she wanted to vent, she wanted to roar, she wanted to be angry......

But she endured it, and indifferently and slowly abrased the plaster for herself, and wherever the cold ointment went, the bruises and bruises disappeared as if they had never appeared.

The scars on the body can be easily erased, but can the inner pain be easily erased?