Qingge stood under a dead tree not far away, the lake breeze blowing gently. She quietly watched the drama belonging to a group of women.
The maid in pink clothes held a seventy-two-section umbrella in her hand to protect Qingge from the wind and snow, "The girl who was insulted was called Ye Qingcheng. She was a young lady from a family nearby the Lingtai Mansion. Her mother was born in a wealthy family.
However, Ye Qingcheng has a stunning face and is being kept in captivity by the mistress of the Lingtai Mansion. She is planning to give her to some princes and grandsons as playthings when she reaches adulthood to consolidate the strength of her maternal family. This time Ye Qingcheng will join the party.
People from the Clan came to Beiyue Capital together, and I heard that her mistress wanted to dedicate her to the young prince..."
"You know quite a lot." Qing Ge sneered.
The maid lowered her head slightly, her expression unchanged, "Boss and Anu are members of Lin Chen's housekeeper. Anu was busy with family competitions, so he asked me to serve the third lady."
"May I have your name?"
"Slave Yinlan."
"..."
Qingge raised her eyes, looked at Ye Qingcheng who was gradually being stripped of her clothes, and smiled strangely.
Allure...
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Although it is not the twelfth lunar month, there is no cold winter, but the coolness is strong.
Ye Qingcheng's outer shirt was roughly torn apart by the girl in a goose-yellow dress, with brutal movements that left several bruises on Ye Qingcheng's body, and even some wounds overflowed with blood.
The cold wind passed by, and Ye Qingcheng shivered. Although she was dressed in a mess, her face without makeup was enough to make Liuxia pale. She bit her lip tightly and said nothing, without bowing her head or resisting. She was like a death row prisoner waiting for redemption, or maybe...
Jin Lin, who was imprisoned on the shallow water beach, transformed into a dragon when encountering a storm.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Qingcheng was left with only a piece of shameless clothing, and everyone surrounded her with mocking smiles.
"This skin is really good."
Ye Qingran gently wiped it on Ye Qingcheng's arm, her eyes suddenly turned fierce, but she saw that he was instilling the spiritual energy in his Dantian into his hand, and his five fingers were as sharp as swords. He squeezed hard, and his fingers actually penetrated.
In Ye Qingcheng's flesh, Ye Qingcheng's body trembled, her pupils suddenly widened, a hint of hatred spread quietly, and the mountains and rivers in the distance seemed to thunder, waking up the birds and flying away.
"Yexuan, look, this person is beautiful, and the blood smells very good." Ye Qingran looked at the girl wearing goose-yellow clothes.
Ye Xuan snorted and said: "I heard that vixens are like this. She really doesn't know how to live or die. She dares to seduce the young prince. The young prince belongs to the fourth lady. Ah, I heard that this Ye family has a broken Dantian.
The trash is the third daughter of the direct line, and she was once the young prince’s fiancée, but fortunately her prince broke off the engagement with her, otherwise the future Princess Pluto would be a trash, and it wouldn’t be a shame to tell anyone about it.”
As she spoke, Ye Xuan covered her mouth and laughed sarcastically.
Ye Qingran snorted coldly, "What third lady? She is nothing more than a dog of the Ye family. If it weren't for the favor of the elder, how could a loser gain a foothold in the rich Ye family?"
"Sister Qingran, you said we gave this bitch a lesson for the Fourth Miss. How will the Fourth Miss reward us?" Ye Xuan looked at Ye Qingcheng sarcastically.
"This bitch's bones don't matter. If you can teach that good-for-nothing a lesson, the fourth lady will treat you as one of her own." Ye Qingran said.
"Come on."
Ye Xuan curled her lips, "Although he is a waste, beating a dog depends on whether the owner is good or not. If the great elder finds out, we will be dead. But I heard that this waste will participate in the clan competition. Sister Qingran's talent is different.
If an ordinary person met her, he would definitely lose one of her hands."
"It's not easy to cripple one of her hands."
Ye Qingran seemed disdainful, she glanced at Ye Qingcheng, a little impatient, "Get rid of her first, hurry up, the snow is falling heavily again, I don't want to go to see Miss Ye Xue in a bad weather."
"Yes, Sister Qingran."
Ye Xuan's smile was extremely sweet, but her eyes, which should have been as pure as a clear pool, were full of ruthlessness, which was not in line with the viciousness of her age.
"You guys catch her."
After Ye Xuan finished speaking, several other girls stepped forward and restrained Ye Qingcheng's hands.
Ye Xuan stepped forward and kicked Ye Qingcheng in the lower abdomen without mercy. Ye Xuan coughed a few times and spit out several pieces of broken lungs along with scarlet blood. It was shocking and especially shocking.
terror.
The two girls who held Ye Qingcheng's hands took a few steps back involuntarily, looking at the blood and lungs on the ground with some fear. The other girls did the same, and Ye Qingran frowned, his eyes filled with disgust.
Ye Xuan still smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed. She reached out and grabbed Ye Qingcheng's hair with one hand, and slapped Ye Qingcheng hard on the face with the other hand.
"If you continue to fight, someone will die." Ye Qingran said when she saw that Ye Xuan had no intention of stopping.
Ye Xuan turned to Ye Qingran and grinned, her teeth were very white, "No one will care about a despicable thing even if he dies."
As she said that, she saw her pulling Ye Qingcheng's hair and trying to throw Ye Qingcheng into the cold lake. Ye Qingran snorted, her eyes cold, she glanced at the girl standing beside her and said coldly: "
Find some servants, preferably the ones who are bold and perverted."
The girl nodded, responded, and turned around to leave.
Ye Xuan walked to the lake, pulled Ye Qingcheng's hair and was about to throw Ye Qingcheng down. A gust of cold wind passed by, and a knife was suddenly placed on Ye Xuan's shoulder, with the sharp blade pointed at Ye Xuan's neck.
, the cold light flickered, and Ye Xuan couldn't help but shudder.
"Let her go."
A cold voice suddenly sounded, and Ye Qingran clenched her hands tightly, staring at the sudden appearance of her eyes with red eyes.
At the end of the line of sight, the girl is dressed in a dark robe, looking like the most dignified and solemn landscape painting. Each stroke outlines the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains and the earth-shattering aura.
The girl's back is turned to her, and her three thousand black hair is tied casually with a red rope. She is casual and uninhibited yet so coquettish. Her back is thin and tall, but like a fierce sword from ancient times, it can pierce the world at any time.
"Who are you? This is the Ye family. How can we allow you to act so arrogantly?"
Ye Qingran took a step forward sideways, with her wrists facing outward, ready to take out weapons from her space bag and fight at any time.
Hearing this, the girl chuckled softly, like a sigh in the deep darkness, the ghost of a hundred ghosts walking at night, heavy snow fell, covering the sky and the earth, and the vast mountains and rivers were only silvery white in an instant, and the lake water was frozen as if it was about to freeze, bone-deep
In the cold weather, a bit of thick ink is like the thickest stroke in God's hand, blooming into flowers in this silver-white world.
She turned her head inch by inch, her narrow eyes were half evil and half cold. Such dead eyes made Ye Qingran's heart tremble and she began to suffocate.
"I am?"
"Singing in the Night."
Qing Ge raised her eyebrows, and she had her own style over and over again. She sneered sweetly and said lightly.
She moved the Mingwang Sword away, clasped Ye Xuan's neck with her other hand and threw her into the cold lake. She looked at Ye Qingcheng, who was kneeling in front of her as soft as a bone, and stabbed Ye Xuan with the Mingwang Sword in her hand.
Into the frozen land.
"stand up."
She stretched out her hand towards Ye Qingcheng. Her slender hand was so white that it was almost transparent.