7. Chapter 7 The Soul of the Royal Sister and the Body of the Lolita 【01】
She glanced at the ground and immediately found a few clues. Based on the clues, she picked up the white paper lantern and followed the direction in which Lao Liu and the others fled.
It's damn cold today.
I don’t know where, in what year, or if that big devil of **** is about to attack the miserable Da Qi country.
What's even more miserable is that I don't have time to do those things.
Feng Piao Ling is not afraid of the cold, but this body is.
It's just that her strong will forced her to ignore the temperature.
She has short legs and short arms, and it is impossible to run fast because her body is too weak. She is so weak that she has to stop to take a breath after taking a few steps. Otherwise, her lungs will almost burst and her heart will feel like it will pop out.
She would greet his entire family, if any.
No matter if he gets retribution or not.
This body is definitely that of a sickly child. He looks like he is only eight or nine years old. I wonder if he can keep up with his development.
Fortunately, as she expected, the two people came to the mass grave late at night in order to bury the bodies, and it was impossible for them to return to the city.
Now they are resting in a spectator house on the roadside.
When the wind drifted softly but firmly into the hut, the two people who were resting on the ground warming themselves by the fire suddenly woke up.
What they saw was a little female ghost wearing a white dress, with disheveled hair, a pale complexion, an ugly face, and shining green eyes, staring at them faintly.
Miss Thirteen is so ugly. Why is she so ugly?
When he went to carry the body, Lao Liu didn't dare to look carefully. He was a servant and he didn't dare to blaspheme his master.
Even if the master is not favored, he is already dead.
But he clearly remembered that Miss Thirteen was a very beautiful doll when she was a child, carved from pink and jade, like a gift from God.
Aunt Mei said that she was the precious daughter gifted to her by God.
pity……
As soon as he was distracted, he heard Miss Thirteen snort coldly.
Even if he was usually very brave, he couldn't help but trembled, and he had already passed out.
Feng Piaoling opened her lips and smiled. Reflecting the firelight, her originally gray eyes suddenly became surprisingly bright.
It's like a new person.
She slowly approached the fire and stretched out her small, slender and graceful hands with rough and cracked skin to warm herself.
"Tell me, who am I?"
She didn't even look at him, just chatting casually with her family.
who I am?
She asked it so naturally, but it didn't make anyone think there was anything wrong at all.
The sixth child was shocked and frightened, but he still replied respectfully: "You are the thirteenth young lady of Feng Mansion, and you are already dead."
Feng Piaoling chuckled, she knew whether she would die or not.
She glanced at him, and the originally calm Lao Liu twitched violently. This look...
It was too sharp, too gloomy, and too powerful, almost stealing away his soul.
He quickly lowered his head and said, "Miss Hui, you are the thirteenth lady of General Feng, the lord of Jiazhou City."
"Name." She gradually warmed up, and there was a kind of warmth in her heart, and she felt less uncomfortable.
Lao Liu hurriedly said: "The younger one is a servant. I don't know the lady's maiden name."
Feng Piaoling raised her eyebrows and looked at him. Even though her face was unpleasant, he now felt that Miss Thirteen in the firelight had an indescribable feeling.
That's it - there is a kind of charm that makes people ignore their own appearance.
Although the servant would not know the lady's maiden name, he still knew it.
