Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 305 She Has Been Used To Being Alone

She was only four years old at the time, and she thought at that time that she would cut more firewood to thank the savior, beg for more copper coins for him, cook a table of her special meals for him, and wipe his house dry. clean.

She'll be good, as long as you don't hit her.

I remember one time, she managed to beg for a bowl of copper coins on the street, and a few hooligans rode on horseback and snatched all the money from her.

She was so scared that she immediately chased after him.

Without those coppers, she would be beaten to death.

Finally, she grabbed the rein behind the horse, and those people grabbed her by the collar mercilessly, driving the horse even faster.

Her whole body was dragged on the ground, and the horse ran so fast that she was dragged so hard that her body was covered in bruises.

In the end, they threw her in a stinking ditch.

After coming and going, no one was willing to give her a hand. She soaked in the smelly water for a long time, and was finally caught by the people in the mountains.

That night, she suffered the worst beating ever.

The whip was interrupted by them.

They switched to sticks and hit her on the back one after another, causing blood to splatter.

Her back seemed to be broken, so she could only lie down next to the basin to help them wash their clothes, and crawled to help them wipe the floor.

She can't cry, crying will usher in more beatings.

From then on, she no longer expected someone to rescue her.

Because people are cold-blooded.

Only just now did she know that she had lost contact with her family since birth.

In other words, from the moment she landed on the ground, she was thrown away by the wicked maid beside her mother.

Therefore, my mother has been eating fast and praying to the Buddha in the Taimiao to accumulate blessings for her.

See, this is her life.

Bai Yijiu drank another glass of cold water, his black jade-like eyes were calm, as if he had already taken these lonely pains lightly.

She came to the bed and lay down, pulled the quilt over it.

Yi Jiu slowly caressed the scars on her body, like a little beast being bullied, silently licking her wounds every night.

Perhaps, these scars will be severely torn open again tomorrow.

Her slightly bitter tears flowed from her eyes and gently slid down her hair, but she didn't realize it at the moment.

She is used to being alone.

She...doesn't need anyone...

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In the middle of the night, Yijiu vaguely heard a woman's low sobbing and Mu Yunhe's non-stop sighing from outside.

They seemed afraid to call her for fear of disturbing her rest.

The winter nights were bone-chillingly cold.

Mrs. Mu's eyes were swollen badly, she wished she could kill herself, and knelt at Yijiu's door guiltily.

When Fu Ling told about Fu Yan's experience, Mrs. Mu cried and passed out many times. Now she just wants to hug her Yan'er...

Fuxi and Fuling squatted beside Mrs. Mu, comforting her collapsed.

A Niang's appearance that life would be worse than death, who can bear it.

Mu Yunhe paced back and forth at the door, his hair turned half gray overnight, and he aged nearly 20 years.

He has already sent someone to investigate those who bullied Fuyan.

The grievance and humiliation that Fuyan suffered were all thorns in Mu Yunhe's heart, and it hurt him a lot.

Jun Beicheng and Jun Beinian stood under the plum tree in the courtyard, their faces were solemn and solemn, and even their breathing was suppressed.

In this way, the family waited at Yijiu's gate from dusk until dawn.

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　My Memory Nine...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)