"Dad..." Qiao Yubai came back from outside.

"Is everything arranged?" Qiao Jijiu asked in a low voice.

Qiao Yubai nodded seriously: "Don't worry, Dad."

Then he said: "Master Wujue asked someone to deliver the things, and they are in the courtyard right now."

Qiao Jijiu went to see it immediately.

A large box unloaded from the mule cart was placed in the courtyard. Qiao Jijiu stepped forward and opened it himself. A young monk about ten years old stood up, clasped his hands and recited "Amitabha".

Qiao Jijiu was startled: "...Why is it a human being?"

He hurriedly asked the young monk: "Where is the crane I want?"

What is Wujue doing at such a critical moment? Can’t you tell the difference between a human and a crane?

"Amitabha, when the little monk has arrived, the crane has arrived."

The young monk took off the piccolo from his waist and blew it to his lips. When the flute sounded, a white crane flew over.

The white crane landed next to the little monk, and the little monk put down his piccolo.

Qiao Yang was surprised and clasped her hands: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Both cranes and elephants have auspicious and auspicious meanings. One year, when the saint was performing a spring festival at Dayun Temple, a crane brought peach branches in its mouth and hovered above the altar for a long time without leaving. This incident was widely spread.

But Qiao Yang knew that the crane was always kept by people. This crane was good at crane dance and knew how to listen to people's orders.

But he only found out today that the crane monk in Dayun Temple was actually a ten-year-old monk.

…

It was midnight, and there was a sudden knock on the door, which made Sushuang, who had been sleeping restlessly, suddenly wake up: "...Who?!"

A servant's shout came from outside: "Your Majesty asked Miss Gushuang to go and serve you!"

Sushuang subconsciously hugged the quilt tightly and responded with a trembling voice: "I...I'll get up and dress up right now!"

"Hurry up, don't keep the prince waiting for too long!"

Sushuang quickly got up from the bed and lit the lamp, hurriedly dressed and sat in front of the dressing table. She wanted to draw her eyebrows, but when she saw the face full of scabs and scars in the mirror, her eyes suddenly turned red.

But she didn't dare to delay, so she hurriedly applied powder and rouge on her eyebrows, but it couldn't cover the scars at all, and instead looked weird and ridiculous.

Is she going to use this face to meet that crazy prince?

At this time, he suddenly asked her to serve him, and he was afraid that he would be stimulated again... I don't know what kind of terrible torture was waiting for her!

For a time, the fear, humiliation, and hatred that she dared not face directly made Kushuang completely collapse, and she fell in front of the mirror and cried.

But no one came to comfort her.

The servant took the message and left.

Although she was just a bed-in-law, when she was favored and favored, she always had little maids by her side to serve her attentively. But now that she is in such a situation, those little maids don't dare to come to her anymore for fear of being implicated by her.

There were two other male tenants living in this courtyard, but they were both dead. One committed suicide and the other was beaten to death.

The courtyard was deathly silent at night, and Guoshuang gradually stopped crying.

Not long after, satin was hung on the apricot tree in the courtyard, and the drum stool was stepped on in the frost.

She chose suicide or being beaten to death.

The drum stool was kicked away, leaving the woman's body hanging in the air with a painful expression.

The next moment, someone suddenly appeared, hugged her body, and rescued her.

Fushuang, who was sitting on the ground, coughed for a while and burst into tears. When she saw the person coming, she couldn't help but be startled: "...Why is it you?"

In front of him was a middle-aged woman, dressed as a servant. Because of her ugly appearance, she was called an ugly woman by many people in the house.

But she had good embroidery skills, and with this good skills she worked as an embroiderer in the Ming family for more than ten years.

Woman: "Is Miss Guishuang really willing to die like this?"

"You have also seen how I look like now..." Fushuang laughed at herself: "I ridiculed and humiliated your appearance before, so now it can be regarded as retribution."

In the past, she relied on this face to win the favor of the prince and became arrogant. However, in the end, it was this face that killed her.

The ugly woman could not bear any grudge, but sighed: "My daughter is as old as you."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hearing these gentle and loving words, tears suddenly welled up in Sushuang's eyes.

She also had a mother-in-law, but her mother-in-law died. If not, she would not have been sold into the Ming family as a slave by her father.

In despair, helplessness and coldness, Kuoshuang suddenly hugged the only woman in front of her who could give her a ray of warmth.

The woman patted her back.

Fushuang cried and told her story.

"Poor child..." the woman asked softly: "I can show you a way to survive. I wonder if you are willing to do it?"

"What way can I survive?" Kui Shuang muttered in a hoarse voice, "My only way to survive, I'm afraid..."

I'm afraid she can only survive if the person who makes her life worse than death dies.

The woman held her shoulders and nodded gently to her.

Meeting those eyes, Fushuang was immediately shocked, shook her head and said, "No, I don't dare..."

"I'm not asking you to take action. You might as well listen to me first." The woman's voice was infinitely comforting, which made Sushuang slowly calm down.

…

Ming Jin, who smelled of alcohol, was already impatient with waiting. As soon as Guoshuang walked into his bedroom, he grabbed his neck.

After hurling some unbearable insults, he threw the person to the ground, raised his hand, grabbed a porcelain bottle, and smashed it over.

Fushuang crawled away in panic.

The porcelain bottle shattered beside her, and the broken porcelain flew out.

"How dare you hide?" Ming Jin squatted down in front of her, grabbed her bun, picked up a piece of broken porcelain with his other hand, and tested her face bit by bit: "Let me see where the punishment is.

…”

As he spoke, his hand paused, but it stayed at the corner of his frosty eyes.

He suddenly asked with great interest: "How about I dig out one of your eyes?"

Fushuang shook her head and struggled: "Your Majesty, spare your life!"

Ming Jin used a strong force on his hand to pull her head back.

"My maid treats the Crown Prince sincerely. The person who harmed the Crown Prince is not my maid!" Fushuang closed her eyes in fear and cried: "It was the Chang family lady who harmed you... You should seek revenge from her!"

Ming Jin's face suddenly darkened: "What did you say?"

"My maid... My maid also heard it from the madam by chance!"

Ming Jin stared at her closely: "What did you hear?"

"My maid heard from Madam that she has found out that the reason why the prince's horse suddenly lost control at the racecourse that day was because Chang Suining had done something wrong!"

Ming Jin's eyes were extremely cold.

"No wonder..." He seemed to have figured something out: "No wonder that horse was subdued by her later!"

He should have thought of it earlier!

"This bitch... actually brought me to this point!"

"I must cut her into pieces with my own hands!"

"I heard that bitch is missing... I have to find her out!"

Fushuang's eyes averted for a moment.

Ming Jin saw it and grabbed the back of her neck: "Why, do you know her whereabouts?!"

Fushuang didn't dare to answer for a while.

"You just said... you heard my mother say this. How did you hear it? You overheard it, right?" Ming Jin stared at her for a moment: "Tell me, that bitch

Is the disappearance related to my mother?"

He is not a fool. Mingluo suddenly came back yesterday and tried to test whether he knew the whereabouts of his mother.

My mother is missing, and so is that bitch. Is this a coincidence?

"...Yes, my maid overheard Madam explaining the matter of Grandma Liao hiring a murderer that day..." Fushuang said in a trembling voice: "After the matter is completed, I will take Mrs. Chang to the other courtyard where Madam is dowry."

inside!"

Ming Jin: "It's done? Will Chang Sui Ning live or die now?"

Fushuang cried and shook her head: "My servant only heard that, I don't know what happened next..."

Ming Jin looked at her carefully: "You bitch, are you lying to me and trying to escape disaster?"

"How dare you, my maid!"
To be continued...