Just like the autumn water suddenly parting, Qingluan opens his eyes, the golden lotus dazzles, and the blood marks dance wildly!
Damn it, the atmosphere in the West Courtyard is so chilling!
A pair of black eyes, like the vast starry sky, blinking slightly, as if the starry sky was also included in the black pupils.
"Is it you who want to bury me alive?"
The girl stood up and her voice was as cold as the deep winter in December, when the ice shattered.
Facing such a voice and such eyes, all the servants were stunned and did not dare to move forward.
Only when they regained consciousness for a moment did they realize that the person in front of them was a waste, a waste known as the shame of the Marquis!
"Tsk, you're just a loser, you still want to..."
One of the servants sneered and was about to step forward to touch her. When he raised his hands to smash them, he suddenly noticed a numbness on his arms.
"Chi!!!"
The gushing blood spread all over the faces of several servants, and the outstretched arm could no longer be taken back because it had been cut off at shoulder level.
"Any servant who dares to raise his hand in front of me shall be beheaded!"
Her voice was cold and lifeless.
Silence, absolute silence, so quiet that even if a pin dropped, it would make a sound.
"Ah, my hand! Ahhhhh!!!" After a while, the servant hugged his broken shoulder and shouted. Several other people jumped away as if they had seen a ghost and looked at her in horror.
"You, you, are you a human or a ghost?" Zhang Zhongming asked with a pale face.
The golden lotus on the girl's forehead flashed, and her eyes glanced at him slightly, as if she were looking at a dead person, without any emotion.
"Either get out or die!"
A sharp and worn-out hatchet was in her silky little hand. Although it was worn out, it was still sharp, like a thousand-year-old ice dagger.
How could Zhang Zhongming and others withstand such a momentum? They screamed, rolled and crawled away together.
Without a group of howling servants, the west courtyard suddenly became quiet.
The eldest lady looked at Leng Meiying blankly, her eyes full of pity. She hugged Leng Meiying in her arms, caressed Leng Meiying's hair and cheeks with both hands, and kept muttering in her mouth: "Ying'er
, My Ying'er, is this true? My daughter, my Ying'er has finally woken up. You are scared to death as a mother! You, please don't abandon me as a mother again. Without you,
My mother's life would be worse than death..."
The coldness in Leng Meiying's eyes instantly disappeared when she heard the eldest lady's cries, and a feeling she had never felt before emerged in her heart.
Family affection, is this, the taste of family affection?
It turns out that one day I can taste the taste of family love. This taste is so strange, but it makes people yearn for it. It feels like a soft feeling in my heart. Is it gentle?
Leng Meiying, who had been treated as a monster since she was a child, had never known what family affection was, but now this strange place gave her such a warm feeling.
"Mother!" Leng Meiying was a little uncomfortable at first, but once she opened her mouth, she found that it was not that difficult to say the word. "Mother... I, I will never leave you again!"
When she said mother, Leng Meiying felt as if there was something on her shoulders, heavy, but very heartwarming. Did I finally have a mother?
Is this true? Leng Meiying suddenly didn't want to open her eyes.
She really wanted to lean into her mother's arms and not come out. This was an instinctive feeling, but it was indeed the first time she had ever felt this way.
