"My brother likes to keep the manuscript in the drawer next to the desk, and I just opened it and found it. ”

Xiao Jin loves to read and write books, especially sad love stories, he has written several love stories that have been written into books, and some people have classic collections of novels.

"This is Xiao Jin's manuscript?" Today's tea can be regarded as being brushed three times, and the delicate and sad words of the novel are actually from Xiao Jin's hand.

"The second senior brother is a person who attaches great importance to affection and righteousness, so he can write such a book. ”

Cha Ming looked through the brand-new manuscript in his hand, and without the previous ridicule, inexplicable emotions spread in his heart.

Xiao Jin's handwriting is vigorous and powerful, but the words are euphemistic and tender, which makes people want to read it.

Luo Xifeng didn't bother her, gently closed the door and retreated. At dinner time, Luo Xifeng brought the food to her room, and she ate it all after a few strokes.

"Can you chew like a girl. "Luo Xifeng really can't see it, how she eats every meal like a hungry wolf. Gobbling up food is not good for the stomach for a long time.

"Got it, got it. She muttered that she knew that the hand of the chopsticks did not stop.

Luo Xifeng had already eaten in his room, and the three slaves who served him sent him away after bringing the food.

He asked Steward Zhao to leave a message, hoping to see Zeng Yurou.

Zeng Yurou replied that she was very tired from socializing today, so she rested early.

He was a little confused, but he still decided to put the affairs of the Zeng Mansion aside tonight.

As night fell, he began his daily practice.

Ever since he recovered from his injuries, he had begun to practice every day, and he had long memorized the method of cultivation.

He crossed his legs, sat quietly on the bed, and slowly lifted the aura in his body. As soon as the aura was opened, he could feel the tea in the next room in his room, and he smiled at ease and began to cultivate.

Three years ago, his tendons were picked, his spiritual power was scattered, and his heart veins were damaged, and after three years of cultivation, although the broken tendons have been reconnected, he can no longer cultivate and improve his aura.

The aura is not enough to condense into a sword, even if it is a waste among cultivators. The broken heart pulse made him suffer from the pain of palpitations and distortion.

A good heart vein can help him perfectly control the spiritual power that is wandering in his body, and increase the energy of his spiritual power as his cultivation deepens.

He forcibly used his luck to capture the few wisps of spiritual power left in his body, and then fused them together. I tried several times, but it didn't work.

A few wisps of spiritual power moved up and down, flexibly wandering all over his body, and from time to time they collided with his body, his breath was disturbed for a while, and his heart seemed to be pinched, and he suddenly couldn't breathe.

He stopped practicing, clutching the edge of the bed and panting roughly.

Still no, the heart seems to be exploding.

Xiao Jin had tried to repair his heart for him, but the strange thing was that the external aura could not enter his body no matter what.

With such a body, how can you avenge such a blood feud.

Luo Xifeng clenched his fists and slammed it into the bed frame, and the fine mahogany was smashed into a crack. If it had been three years ago, the entire bed would have been shattered by this punch.

The ugly scar on his wrist stung his heart day and night.

Xuanlong Cliff, his mother's smile and father's urge, are his most beautiful memories.

When he finds the five-eyed peacock feather, he will go back.

Cha Ming was immersed in the world of novels created by Xiao Jin, she laughed and sometimes cried when she followed what happened to Princess Xiao, and people who didn't know thought she was crazy.

Her eyelids became heavier and heavier, her mind became more and more blurred, and gradually she could no longer support it and collapsed on the table.

I don't know how long it took, she gradually woke up, she had a splitting headache, her eyes were dizzy, there were several figures in front of her blur, she couldn't see clearly, someone was talking, and she couldn't hear what she was saying.

She tried to rub her swollen temples with her hands, but found that her hands were chained and could not move.

A basin of cold water drenched her.

She shivered and ducked to the side, the shackles on her feet so heavy that she couldn't move half a step.

"Are you awake?" Jiao Didi's voice, Cha Ming is not familiar, who is it?

"I didn't wake up and continue to pour it. Delicate and fierce, Cha Ming raised her head with all her strength and saw Zeng Yurou's face.

There was an unusual excitement on her face, as if Cha Ming was a prey that would be slaughtered by her.

Another basin of cold water poured her from head to tail, and she was so cold that her teeth chattered.

His head was still cracking, but his eyes were much clearer.

She was now in a dimly lit stone room, with a lot of torture tools in it, and Zeng Yurou and a few others in it.

The lights were so dim that she couldn't see how many people there were.

"Now that you're awake, answer my questions well. ”

Zeng Yurou's harmless face was vicious at the moment.

Cha Ming nodded obediently, although she hadn't figured out the state in front of her yet, but the one who knew the times was Junjie, and now in order to avoid sin, she should be obedient first.

She remembered that she had been reading a book in her room before she fell unconscious, and then somehow fell asleep, and then she was here.

"What's your name?

"Tea. ”

"Who are you?"

"I'm ...... Jiang Yifan's personal slave. Cha Ming's voice was low, and he didn't even have the strength to say a whole sentence. Although her mind is not very clear, she still subconsciously hides the true identities of the two in her heart.

"Smack. A slave who stood beside her slapped her, and her eyes were full of stars, and her body swayed like a rag doll.

"You slut, say, what is the purpose of you pretending to be Jiang Yifan and sneaking into the Zeng family. Zeng Yurou continued to ask not far away.

Counterfeit discovered?

"My son-in-law is ...... Young Master of the Nanping Jiang family, you treat me like this...... The Jiang family will not spare you. ”

Cha Ming's jaw was pinched, like a hard vice, and with a little more force, her bones could be crushed.

"The little girl's mouth is quite hard, if you don't tell the truth, I'll pull out your tongue. A distorted face turned purple, this face is known as Cha Ming, Zeng Yuwen, the eldest son of Zeng's mansion.

The enthusiasm and generosity of the first meeting has become the fierce and vicious now, and Cha Ming almost didn't recognize it, but his voice is easy to remember.

The jaw was pinched and he couldn't make a sound, and the sluggish brain began to work.

Their fakes were exposed, and she was caught, but what about Luo Xifeng? She looked around as best she could, but she didn't see a familiar figure.

"Don't look for it," something was thrown at Cha Ming's feet, and she looked down to see that it was a sword, a gift she had bought for Luo Xifeng.

"Where is he?" Cha Ming asked, staring at the sword in a hoarse voice.

"I can't protect my own life, and I still have the heart to care about others. You answer the question honestly, the uncle is in a good mood, and he will leave you a whole corpse. Zeng Yuwen kicked his sword to the side, pinched Cha Ming's face and faced forward.

Zeng Yurou looked at her with a straight smile and no smile.