Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 651 How to make a sissy (8)
Does he know, he has seen it all, he will not forgive himself, will he?

In such a situation, let this cruel fact unfold in front of him mercilessly, those brown eyes struggled for a moment, then closed fiercely, and turned back, full of determination...

A drop of tear slid down his cheek, and finally exhausted all his strength in dejection.

"Master, passed out."

"Wake up!"

As soon as the words fell, someone pointed to the distance and exclaimed: "Master, it's... on fire!"

In the courtyard next door, a ray of red light shone against the sun, Hua Zhongli frowned, and paled in shock: "Go put out the fire! Quick! Quick!"

In South Korea, once Mars rises, this dry and high-temperature place will surely spread into a large area of ​​fire. At that time, the entire Huafu may be burnt down!
The sound of panicked footsteps was getting farther and farther outside.

Someone asked: "Master, what should I do about this...?"

"Nizi, you should be glad that you are engaged to Mrs. Lin's daughter...press me to the woodshed!"

The words that Hua Zhongli was up for sale rang in his ears, the sound of hurried footsteps rushed towards the burning place, a wry smile formed on his pale lips, Hua Qian's last bit of consciousness was indeed fortunate...

Fortunately, fortunately, and distressed.

The wind of early winter, through the swaying door, penetrated into the dark, rotten thatched hut.

The huddled man on the ground trembled unconsciously. The bundles of dry firewood leaning behind him rubbed coldly and sharply against his back, but he seemed to be unaware of it. Rats in South Korea are very big, and their movements are much slower in winter.

He just looked at it like this, blinking his beautiful eyelashes for a long time, feeling empty and lifeless.

March passed by in a flash.

In March, Tuoba did not appear.

The wound between the thighs healed very slowly, from the pain at the beginning to the itching later, and now there is a dull sour feeling oozing from the bones all the time, mingling into the limbs and bones... The lips that were always plump and bright red are now pale Terrifying, a powerless wry smile emerged.

Looking at the cumbersome big mouse, Hua Qian finally spoke, the crisp and melodious voice that resembled a man and a woman in the past, but now there was only a dry hoarse voice: "He...will he come again..."

He spoke very slowly.

The first two words are completely breathless, and the voice that has not made a sound for a long time is like the harshness of a saw. The last word has once again turned into a weak whisper, which seems to be the mood, expectation, and disappointment in the past three months. ,despair……

There was a sound of footsteps outside.

No, it should be said that outside this morning, the sound of footsteps never stopped strangely, it seemed that apart from the dark woodshed, the mansion was in an extremely busy state.

People's hearing always becomes particularly sharp in the dark, but it has nothing to do with him, he shrank, and with this shaking, the iron chains on his feet collided, making a dull and depressing sound.

The footsteps were getting closer, and Hua Qian recognized that it was the only meal delivery time every day.

Naturally, Hua Chongli would not waste this son's chance to marry Master Lin, Minister of the Household Department, how could he give up, no matter how stupid a person is, he knows the truth of making the best use of everything, let alone Hua Chongli, who has flourished since his daughter entered the palace. Li, if this disgusting son can make a small contribution on his path to promotion, it is not in vain to raise him for 12 years.

The collision of the metal was followed by a "squeak", the lock was unlocked, and the door opened. The simple wooden door was opened and poured in a gust of cold wind, as well as a dazzling light that frightened Hua Qian.

The mouse screamed in horror and disappeared without a trace.

He raised his limp arm to block the dizziness that made him dizzy, and a few strands of messy hair fell down, covering his extremely beautiful but pale face.

The boy came in hurriedly, clutching his nose, dropped a steamed bun casually, and walked outside in disgust, regardless of the steamed bun rolling to the ground.

Picking up the hard cold steamed buns, Hua Qian obediently began to eat, chewing every bite carefully.

This is his entire day's amount, and if he doesn't want to die, he has no right to refuse.

The wooden door was closed again, and darkness returned to the woodshed. The big mouse jumped out and collected the scum of steamed buns on the ground. Passed a non-emotional gaze, the long eyelashes were like an elegant ancient fan, half-stretched and then quiet again.

Boom!

boom!
There was a sound of an iron lock falling to the ground outside, followed by a heavy object falling down.

For some reason, Hua Qian's movement of gnawing on the steamed buns stopped, his body trembled slightly, his whole heart seemed to be tightened, the creaking sound, the cold wind, the dazzling sunlight, and the tall shadow...

There was a familiar smell mixed in the cold wind, and it floated into the rotten wooden house. Hua Qian did not dare to look up, but took a few greedy breaths. This smell accompanied him for seven years. He was once at the most helpless moment. Growing up with him, he wanted to cry when he was familiar with it.

The tall shadow paused at the door, motionless for so long.

Hua Qian wanted to urge, but found that the throat that had barely managed to speak just now was only choked up, and he didn't even dare to raise his head to take a look, expecting disappointment and despair. It sounds so simple. How is it summed up in the three months that life is worse than death...

The finger holding the steamed bun moved, but finally calmed down.

If it is said that Hua Qian's heart is by no means as calm as he appears on the surface, then...

Tuoba Rong, who was frozen at the door like a wooden stake, felt the regret in his heart like a stormy sea!

Tuoba Rong's life in the past three months is not much better than Hua Qian's. At this time, he is also very embarrassed, with black eye circles, uneven beard, and messy hair. There is no physical torture, but his heart is like Something is tearing, struggling...

In the eight years before meeting Huaqian, who could have imagined what kind of life a Beiyan child with brown eyes lived in South Korea, those contempt and abuse eroded the young heart like a flood day and night, miserable The life of the mother, the death of the mother, the spurning of the world, the little child who is alone...

(End of this chapter)