Xue Qing'er was sitting in the corner of the darkroom, which was not tall enough for a person at all. He had to bend down when standing up, otherwise he would hit his head. Lying down was not long enough, so he could only curl up. It was indeed a tortured place for the body and mind.

The hatred in her heart spread bit by bit in the darkness, even this room could not contain it, and spread all the way to the sky. God seemed to feel her strong hatred, the dark clouds slowly covered the sun, and soon it started to rain like crazy.

It started to rain heavily.

The light insulation in the darkroom is very good, but it is not soundproof at all. I don’t even know how it is designed. It amplifies the sound of the wind and grass outside and transmits it in. The heavy raindrops like peas beat violently on the roof and walls... as if they want to shatter it.

Average.

At this moment, Xue Qing'er had turned all her hatred into fear. She just prayed that the house would be strong enough to prevent the wind and rain from coming in. At the same time, she paradoxically hoped that the house would collapse so that she could return to the spacious and bright main house.

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The person guarding the darkroom is an old man with a hunchback. His hair is sparse, a pair of big ears hang down to his shoulders, and his eyes are small but shining with cold light. His nose is deeply sunk, but his mouth has protruding buck teeth. Under the lightning, it makes people look...

shudder.

He looked at the door of the darkroom, smiled coldly, clamped the umbrella around his neck, and then squeezed a black bag in his hand fiercely. A sound like a baby crying came out...

Xue Qing'er in the darkroom trembled all over. How could there be a baby crying here? She was just a fake pregnancy, there was no miscarriage at all, and she shouldn't have a child to claim her life. Could it be... his younger brother? The one in her mother's belly?

Although he did not kill his younger brother with his own hands, my mother did beat him down because of her...

"Wow wow wow..." There was another burst of crying. If you listened carefully, you could tell that this cry was different from that of a real baby. However, under the influence of heavy rain and panic, Xue Qing'er couldn't tell the difference at all.

"Don't come here..." A person in the dark will magnify their imagination infinitely. She even imagined a baby covered in blood crawling towards her...

"Ah - don't come over... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, don't come over..." Xue Qing'er was so panicked that she screamed.

The cry of the baby outside suddenly stopped, as if the wronged ghost had accepted her apology and left.

The storm gradually subsided, and Xue Qing'er's rationality returned little by little. She suddenly realized that she had been deceived. This must be Xue Rou'er's fault. She just wanted to get what she had just said, so that the old lady thought she was the one who harmed her.

child.

She stood up immediately, but forgot about the roof above her head. As a result, she was hit hard with a bang, and then her vision went dark and she passed out...

She didn't know how long it took, but she heard the chirping of birds outside, and the stinging pain on the top of her head reminded her that she was still alive. She reached out and touched it, and found a hard patch, which was the blood that had flowed out and solidified her hair, and there was also a tight patch on her face.

It feels like it's caused by dried blood.

However, Xue Qing'er was not discouraged. Instead, she smiled happily: "Haha...Xue Rou'er, I'm still alive..."

There is no greater sorrow than heartbreak, and nothing more heartbreaking than hatred! At this moment, Xue Qing'er not only hates Xue Rou'er, but also hates Ling Muran. He didn't come to see her, nor did he plead for himself. Let her fend for herself here.

? It’s a pity that God did not accept her, she is still alive!

Xue Qing'er huddled in the corner, leaning her head against the wall. There was still no light around her, but she was no longer afraid. It was the hatred in her heart that made her not understand what fear was.

The old man guarding the darkroom went to the old lady early in the morning to report what happened last night, but the old lady didn't show any emotion.

Seeing that she was silent, Qinglian asked, "Old madam, are you angry?"

Hongzhu said: "Qinglian, why are women so cruel? They don't even spare their own flesh and blood. If Xue Qing'er gives birth to this child safely, no one will be able to shake her status in the future. But is she too stupid?

Someone instigated me to actually kill this fetus, which was a waste of money."

Qinglian said: "Old madam, this kind of thing happens all the time in the palace. Women will do anything for status, let alone sacrifice a child they have never met!"

Hongzhu sighed, and the vicissitudes of life appeared on his face: "Human, this life is not easy. It would be great to be able to give birth to a boy and a half girl. I have no chance to give birth to a child..."

Qinglian didn't know how to comfort her at this moment, so she had no choice but to remain silent.

Hongzhu said again: "Xue Qing'er is really a tough kid, keep it for me, I will definitely use her to teach Xue Rou'er in the future."

Qinglian said: "Old madam, what should we do next?"

Hongzhu thought for a moment and said, "Let her out and let her reflect on her own."

"What's the explanation to the second lady?" Qinglian asked tentatively.

Hongzhu said: "Let's just say that at the tea art conference, we have to point at Xue Qing'er and tell her not to take it to heart."

Qinglian nodded and said: "I understand, slave." After saying that, she walked out of the Buddhist hall and went to the darkroom.

The darkroom door was still closed, Qinglian said: "Open it."

The hunchbacked old man opened the door as instructed. Qinglian walked in and saw the bloody Xue Qing'er huddled in the corner. She couldn't help but frown and asked: "Young madam, are you okay?"

Xue Qing'er slowly opened her eyes. This sight made Qinglian, who had seen the world, tremble with heartstrings. What kind of look was that, even the most ferocious concubine in the palace had never seen it. It was so cold and devoid of any emotion.

, so empty that even the sunlight can’t get in.

"I'm fine." Xue Qinger's voice was a little erratic.

Qinglian felt a chill covering her whole body, so she immediately withdrew and said, "Old Madam, you are so kind. Please go back and rest!"

Xue Qing'er moved, bent over and walked out. The dazzling sunlight made her squint, and then a strange smile appeared on her face: "It's great to be able to see the sunlight..."

Qinglian stared closely at Xue Qing'er's back. She had changed overnight, becoming unpredictable and making people want to escape.

Xue Qing'er turned back and smiled at Qing Lian and said, "Sister Qing Lian, please thank my mother-in-law. It's Qing'er's fault for being too willful. But I won't worry my mother-in-law anymore. Xue Qing'er knows what to do."

Qinglian nodded, she felt her scalp numb, and that smile made her feel uncomfortable all over.

Xue Qing'er left the darkroom. She did not go back to the main room to freshen up, nor was she even in a hurry to bandage her wounds. Instead, she slowly came to the backyard. She stood at the door of the courtyard for a while, looked at it for a long time, curled her lips into a smile, and then walked in.

In the hall, Xue Rou'er and two girls were embroidering a screen. It was a picture of "nine generations living together" with a chrysanthemum on it and nine quails next to the chrysanthemum. It symbolizes the harmony and healthy life of the big family.
Chapter completed!