In the middle of the night, there was another cry from Wang's house at the head of the village, and the villagers sighed when they heard it. The poor baby, the old Taoist priest trusted him so badly!
"It hurts, don't hit me, it hurts so much." Five-year-old Xuanbao cried loudly.
In the woodshed, the little man was rolling on the ground with his little hands wrapped around his little body.
Mrs. Wang Li gritted her teeth and swung the thick hemp rope in her hand to hit Xuan Bao: "Little bitch, where are you running?"
Xuan Bao's thin and tattered clothes were torn apart, and the blood stains on his body were shocking to see.
"Aunt Wang, don't hit me..." Xuan Bao said, his face turning pale in pain, "I didn't eat yesterday and today, but I did all the work you asked me to do."
The door was pushed open, and Wang Li's husband, Wang Dexing, staggered in carrying a wine bottle.
Wang Dexing glared at Xuan Bao and cursed: "You are such a bad guy, I haven't had a comfortable life since I adopted you."
Without waiting for Wang Dexing's instructions, Mrs. Wang Li stepped forward and slapped Xuan Bao hard several times. Hearing her cry out in pain, she seemed to feel better and smiled.
"No, it's because the sister in the abandoned well in the backyard is too resentful..."
In the middle of saying this, Xuan Bao suddenly covered his mouth, and Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang looked at each other very strangely.
"What sister in the abandoned well? You lied!"
After all, Xuan Bao was just a five-year-old baby. When he heard this, he defended without thinking: "No, I never lie. What I can see is my sister in red clothes..."
Wang Dexing and Wang Li exchanged glances, and they didn't know how the little kid knew, but she couldn't keep it.
A few years ago, the couple committed suicide for money. The young lady who was passing by for the night was killed and her body was dumped in an abandoned well in the backyard. She was wearing red clothes.
"Uncle Wang? Aunt Wang?" Seeing the hostility exuding from the couple, Xuan Bao moved his body back in fear.
"You still dare to run? I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"
Li Dexing stepped forward with a flying kick. Xuan Bao was kicked into the air and fell heavily to the ground.
Then Mrs. Wang Li stepped forward and pinched, pinched and scratched her. The little baby had thin skin and tender flesh, and soon there was no intact flesh left in her body.
The bloody scars on Xuan Bao's body from being beaten with a hemp rope were torn apart during the pulling and struggle, and blood continued to overflow from the scars.
"Stop fighting, please spare me..."
The cries were mixed with screams, the little baby's tattered clothes were soaked with blood, and her voice gradually weakened.
In a daze, the fierce faces of the Wang family and his wife dangled before his eyes, and Xuan Bao's eyelids became heavier and heavier.
Her little hands tightly grasped the pendant hung around her neck with a red string. It was a small wooden sign that looked worthless. All the things the master left for Xuan Bao were taken away, only this one remained.
Five years ago, the white-bearded old Taoist priest of the Taoist temple in the village brought back an abandoned baby girl, named her Xuanbao, and took her as his disciple.
In the first three years, although life in the Taoist temple was simple, Xuan Bao lived happily with the love of an experienced Taoist master.
Until two years ago, the old Taoist priest suddenly fell seriously ill. He knew that his time was short, so he entrusted the Xuanbao to the Wang family before his death.
I thought that since the couple had no children, they would treat Xuan Bao kindly, but I never expected that she would fall into dire straits from then on.
Are you about to die? It doesn't matter if you die, you can go to the old Taoist master.
The pain was so extreme that she became numb. The unconscious Xuan Bao closed her eyes in despair and smiled with relief. She fell into deep darkness.
"Princess, the Wang family is here."
Early in the morning, a group of servants escorted several carriages through the snow. At the front was an extremely luxurious carriage. The convoy stopped not far from Wang Dexing's door.
In the first carriage, Aunt Ying slightly lifted the curtain, and behind her there was an extremely beautiful but pale lady looking out. She was the wife of Hou Xiao of Zhen'an, Princess Rouping, the niece of the current Queen Mother.
"Princess, it's cold outside. You are weak and should not be exposed to the cold. When I see you, I'd better send someone to inquire first. If you are somewhat sure, then go to the Wang family to ask." Aunt Ying suggested softly.
"Mommy, I'm afraid..."
As the nanny of Princess Rouping, having served her for decades, Aunt Ying naturally knew what she was afraid of, she was afraid of being disappointed.
The Marquis of Zhen'an, Xiao Yuan, and the Princess of Rouping were so loving that they gave birth to three sons in a row and then a pair of twin sons.
Unexpectedly, ten years later, Princess Rouping was pregnant again, and everyone in the Hou family was looking forward to welcoming a precious young lady.
However, when she was eight months pregnant, Princess Rouping went to the temple to pray for blessings. On the way back, her horse lost control. During the bumps, the maidservant was thrown out, and the carriage carrying Princess Rouping fell into the valley.
At the bottom of the valley, Princess Rouping was frightened and gave birth to her baby daughter prematurely. After careful inspection to confirm that the baby girl was fine, she fainted from exhaustion.
When the people from the Hou Mansion found Princess Rouping, the newly-born young lady was nowhere to be seen. She was deeply hit and could not afford to fall ill. Three years ago, by chance, she adopted a three-year-old adopted daughter, Xiao Mingzhu, and she gradually recovered from the pain.
pain.
For five or two years, the Hou Mansion has not given up the search. This time, there is finally news about their biological daughter. Princess Rouping, who is in frail health, insists on going out to search for her in person, regardless of the objections of her sons.
"Aunt Ying, there seems to be someone in the snow." After hearing the little maid's report, Aunt Ying got off the carriage and looked up.
There was really a person buried in the snow, and he looked like a child. Grandma Ying hurriedly said: "Quick, pull the snow away and take a look."
The maids and boys stepped forward to join hands, and soon saw the child buried inside.
"Nanny Ying, she is a little baby."
"You're still alive!" The maid picked up the little baby she dug out of the snow and handed it to Grandma Ying.
"It's such a cold day, who could be so unkind as to leave a little baby outside? What a sin...?" Grandma Ying's voice stopped suddenly, and she stared at the baby's arm.
Princess Rouping has talked to Aunt Ying countless times about every detail of when she gave birth to her daughter, including of course the mark on her body when she was born.
Aunt Ying quickly handed the baby into the carriage, her voice trembling with excitement: "Princess, please take a look."
Princess Rouping followed Grandma Ying's gaze and saw the clear birthmark on the little baby's exposed arm.
Eagerly tearing open the little doll's clothes, Princess Rouping saw a small wooden sign hanging on her chest. She didn't pay attention but eagerly turned to look at her back, and then she saw the bright red mole in the middle of her waist that she remembered.
"It's her, Aunt Ying, it's really her." Princess Rouping came back to her senses, hugged the little baby tightly and shouted, "Doctor, hurry up, call the doctor over."
Because of her poor health, Princess Rouping brought a doctor with her on this trip, which came in handy.
This little baby is Xuan Bao. She fainted last night. Wang Dexing and his wife thought she was dead, so they threw the body outside the door, thinking that if anyone asked, they would pretend that she froze to death outside and it didn't concern them.
thing.
His body was covered with scars, old wounds plus new ones, and the blood on the scars had condensed into blood stains. Looking at the bloody clothes on his body, you can tell how much Xuan Bao suffered.
Regardless of any rules, the accompanying old doctor got into the car to diagnose and treat Xuan Bao, saying frankly that it was a miracle that she was still alive.
