The woman's plea was granted, but unfortunately, she died on a snowy winter night.
Zeyi's dowry had just been half embroidered when she received the order to marry Xiaozhaohai in Ayimu's place. The reason sounded ridiculous. The new queen's nephew fell in love with this beautiful concubine princess and asked to marry her.
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Xiaozhaohai is just a small land that was driven out and separated during the battle for the throne. The country is weak and barren, and can only be called a tribe. It has always relied on the protection of neighboring Li Qian to survive.
Zeyi knew that he was not liked by his father, but he did not want to believe that he would be in such a situation.
In the end, the convoy to see off the bride did not make it. All the grievances and unwillingness turned into panic and fled under the enemy's surprise attack. The sword had no eyes, Lan Ruo tried hard to hold Zeyi's hand, but lost touch, and only half of the palm was torn to pieces.
A necklace of bright red agate beads.
Unable to tell who was right in the chaos, Lan Ruo fell down and was trampled on by countless feet. Blood spurted from her mouth and nose, which was always delicate. The nanny and her son tried their best to protect her, but half of her arm was trampled off. Lan Ruo ran away in a hurry.
Hiding in the cellar, confused and unaware of the light of day.
She didn't dare to go out, and she didn't know what happened to others. Her body was still bleeding, and the sharp blade penetrated her thin clothes and penetrated into her shoulders and abdomen. She could only grit her teeth to hold back the rough breathing and groaning, resisting the suffocation that filled her head, and couldn't care less
What a shame, tearing up the skirt and barely bandaging it.
The high fever finally defeated the princess, and she fell into a coma. Perhaps she was protected by the spirits of the dead in the sky and was saved from death. She devoured the food stored in the cellar, drank a few sips of strong wine, listened to the silence outside, mustered up her courage, and crawled on her hands and feet.
Got out.
There was silence and no sound.
The killing has stopped, but the ceremonial guard from Zeyi's wedding still remains on the ground. The bright red silk satin was torn to pieces and scattered everywhere, and the exquisite jewelry was broken into several pieces. In addition to the smell of blood, there is also a weird smell in the air. What happened
Lan Ruo couldn't imagine what happened.
She had not seen the light for too long, and the sun pierced her eyes tightly, causing a burning pain. She fumbled for a short blade, who knew who had dropped it; she remembered a certain woman's instructions, and desperately went to the abandoned palace.
Run away.
The woman was dead, with her eyes wide open, a bloody hole in her chest, and her face facing the direction of the crib. Lan Ruo didn't expect that the child was still alive and dying, but was actually crying weakly.
The palace is dilapidated and empty, and two lonely lives face each other. Their fate seems to have been destined, and they can only rely on each other.
Lan Ruo took her little sister away and didn't know where to go. She packed her bags, found a horse, tied the little girl to her chest, and set out on the road to leave her hometown.
It was a ten years of hard work. They met all kinds of people. Lan Ruo gradually got used to silence, hunger, and the crying of children. She also had to get used to the malicious peeks from strangers. In her dreams, she saw her hometown countless times.
, I woke up still in Caodong Grotto, and everything was filled with the smell of decay and dampness.
She began to suffer from frequent bone aches, and the cold air eroded the pride of the former princess, and revenge became an empty and ridiculous word. She named the child Siren, which means sweet and wonderful, but every time she thought of it, it felt like a futile effort to enjoy herself.
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Life was very difficult, and the hut at the end of the narrow alley was already a good shelter for them. Only in their dreams did they not feel the cold, and there was no overwhelming pain raging through their torsos.
Occasionally, Lan Ruo would compete with Xilin for a good meal. She was very sober. Only if she was alive could both of them hope to save their lives.
Xilin grew up in the cold palace. She didn't have any pride or confidence that belonged to a royal princess. She was shivering in her movements and was no different from the little beggars on the roadside. But Lan Ruo thought this was good. Their appearance was different from that of the people in the Central Plains.
Different, very afraid of being caught.
For a long time, revenge has been the only thought that has supported Lan Ruo's persistence. Naturally... and raising Xilin. She does not believe in the gods of the Cangwu people, nor does she believe in any destiny, but she never expected that...
After a violent storm, I finished my work and rushed back to the hut overnight with food, but Xilin disappeared.
The freshly baked hibiscus cake fell to the ground with a "clack" in my hand. It was a Zhongyuan dim sum. It was a delicate, soft, pink and glutinous cake sandwiched with lotus seeds and raisins, and printed with hibiscus rouge. It was sweet and melted in your mouth.
Desserts like this are not what people in Jina are used to eating, but Xilin just likes them. One time, she picked up half a piece and it smelled very fragrant. She ate it secretly and fell in love with it.
Lan Ruo scolded her sister for having no future, but when she found a new job and got her wages, she bought it.
The hut was in a mess. Lan Ruo recalled in a daze that there were a few sneaky women who often wandered around them. Once, they pulled Xilin to look at them and said they were pitiful. The little child was so beautiful.
But you have to suffer this kind of sin.
Lan Ruo did not go out to look for it. Instead, she sat down, carefully picked up the hibiscus cakes scattered on the ground, put them into her mouth, chewed them bit by bit and swallowed them. She was reluctant to finish them all at once, so she stopped after two pieces, carefully wrapped the rest and hid them.
In intimate clothing.
Such an order of cakes cost her half a month's wages, so she couldn't let it go to waste...
"Why is this happening...why!"
The thunder covered up her roar, and the raindrops pounded down, and the shed could not cover her body, soaking her to the skin. She hugged her head, huddled in the corner, stacked all the usable things, trying to keep warm, facing the cold
The air kept screaming.
Everything that happened after that was blurry to Lan Ruo. She couldn't remember when and where she met a man, how she learned martial arts from him, and how they separated.
That person was not her future. He was lost in her memories, and she didn't feel it was a pity. She began to learn to be free and unrestrained, and vaguely remembered that there was an agreement to reunite. She took it to heart for a while, but later, she also missed it.
The only glimmer of light in the darkness was that redemption. Lan Ruo saw a girl who was as embarrassed and stubborn as herself before. She rescued the girl and acquiesced to follow her. It seemed like a reincarnation. She taught the girl martial arts, and she also
They like to drink the wine brewed by the other party.
The two admired each other silently, and finally parted ways.
The blood-stained hatred cannot be quelled overnight. Lanruo knows that he will definitely die, so he does not easily regard anyone as a friend, and he is alone and has no worries.
She gradually went crazy, like a demon. When the killing finally took place in her own hands, she could no longer contain the twisted fire burning in her heart. It didn't matter what was right or wrong, but there was no room to look back.
There was no doubt that she would receive even more brutal revenge. When she was about to die, she refused to give in. She gritted her teeth and mocked Cangwu's general.
"You and I...we are all crawling in the mud, why bother talking about justice." This chapter has been completed!