This terrible thing that is about to happen seems to have already become a lingering shadow in Qian'er's heart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's like being bitten by a snake once and being afraid of the well rope for ten years. But it still has to face each other head-on, which is quite difficult for a little girl who is only three years old.

However, in the royal palace, in this world with strict rules, there is nothing destined to sail against the current.

Especially, for a lowly palace maid. Even if you are young, you can't overcome.

......

It can be vaguely seen, on Qian'er's neck, arms, or the surface of the young body under the skirt.

You can faintly see bruises everywhere, all over the body, even on the soft cheeks, there are faint, imperceptible, and about to completely eliminate the traces.

These bruises are not like being beaten, nor are they like bumps, and they are not the embodiment of some strange disease.

Instead, he pinched it out with his hands, and pinched out the bruises.

As for this abuser, you don't have to guess, you know that it is Yingchen. It was Yingchen that made the little Qian'er more and more frightened and trembling.

She knew what she was about to face, and the corners of her mouth trembled and she didn't dare to resist at all, like a lamb that had always been fat and tender took the initiative to jump into the wolves, waiting to be slaughtered, waiting to be eaten.

It's a pitiful look, which makes people feel distressed.

Ying Chen looked at it for a long time, but still raised his hand with difficulty and touched Qian'er's face, this scene made Qian'er's heart tighten suddenly, her breathing became short, and her heart was also pounding.

The big eyes that could talk seemed to be pleading, and it seemed that even tears were ready, waiting to be stimulated by pain.

"Qian'er, don't be afraid. ”

Yingchen's voice was very small, as small as a mosquito humming.

Although he has no cultivation, his eyesight and intuition honed over the years can still easily see through Qian'er's psychology.

Qian'er listened to it word for word, her brows were stunned, and surprise flashed between her expressions. It was the first time I had heard such gentle words under such circumstances.

Gentleness overwhelmed her.

And in these words, there seems to be a wisp of emotion that I haven't seen for many years, and a wisp of excitement after a reunion.

She didn't know why she had such a messy feeling, but she found that this time the dust boy was different from before.

Her cheek was finally touched by Yingchen's hand, although there were all kinds of strange reactions, but her body was still involuntary, or inertia, and she reflexively trembled.

But after that, nothing happened what she expected, only a slow and gentle stroke, which crossed her cheek, and she was stunned and speechless.

In normal times, even if you don't cry, you are pinched and burst into tears.

They didn't say anything to each other, only looked at each other. I don't know how long it was, until there was a gust of wind outside.

It was his mother's concubine, wearing a light blue dress, swaying with the morning breeze, with long hair reaching to her waist, without the slightest concubine's makeup, more like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, otherworldly.

In the hands of the concubine, there was an extra bowl of decoction at this moment, the bowl was pale golden, the medicine was milky white, full of holiness, but it was full of bitterness, like the most bitter taste in heaven and earth.

Even today's Yingchen doesn't seem to be able to stand this kind of bitterness, just asking, and there is resistance.

"Chen'er is good, it won't hurt if you drink it. The mother concubine motioned to Qian'er to help Yingchen up, personally handed the decoction to his mouth, and coaxed him as always.

Although Yingchen resisted, he was no longer a child, so he wanted to drink it.

But at the moment when he was about to drink, he hesitated again.