Rong Ji looked at the pretty face that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar, as if she was in a dream He instinctively wanted to get closer, but he took a step forward and stood on his heels, he was afraid that it was really just a dream, and if he took another step forward, or made a slight sound, the person in front of him would turn into a cloud and disappear Rong Ji sat down quietly, then picked up a few dry wooden branches on the ground, raised his hand and threw them into the bonfire.
Suddenly, the fire swelled, and there was a crackling sound in the air.
Through the jumping firelight, Rong Ji silently stared at the tranquil and soft cheeks, stunned.
In fact, it is not difficult to find that she can still capture the shadow of the little girl in the Chengwen Mansion nine years ago He should have expected it, but when he found out, it seemed a little late.
Thoughts flew rapidly, like goose feather snow floating on the cliff outside the cave.
Rong Ji still remembers that day nine years ago, there was also an ankle-length snowfall.
He went to the Chengwen Mansion with Ji Gang to perform official duties.
He had killed many people before that, but he had never been so desperate for a man's life as he was that day.
Mu Qingzi, the eldest son of Lord Mu, took into account the profligacy and cruelty of the noble children, and did all kinds of evil, specializing in molesting and adulterous women from good families for fun.
Rong Ji clearly remembered that it was fourteen years ago, and he was still practicing martial arts with his master on the Ethereal Peak.
His mother was tortured to death by powerful people in her early years, and then she and her sister Rong Bi depended on each other.
Forced to make a living, my sister is different from those women in the boudoir, and at the age of fourteen or fifteen, she followed the troupe to go to the teahouse to sing and fill the family.
Although it was hard work and was often harassed by guests, they all swallowed their anger and endured tears.
That year, Rong Bi was seventeen years old, and Xiaoqu'er was singing but was caught by Mu Qingzi in the audience.
Mu Qingzi made a bet and laughed with a group of gentlemen, and was bound to taste this little lady like warm fragrant nephrite.
He went straight to the backstage to say hello to the troupe's leader, but it was more of an order than a greeting.
The moderators are all conscientious people, and hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy, saying that the little lady was a girl from a pure white family, and he couldn't be the master.
Mu Qingzi kicked him to the ground and knocked out two front teeth on the spot.
The class master didn't dare to make a sound anymore, Mu Qingzi went straight to the room where Rong Jibi was changing clothes, and began to move his hands and feet without finishing two sentences.
Rong Bi naturally disobeyed, but she was forced by Mu Qingzi against the hanger, her big hand covered the softness of her chest, and the other hand probed into her dirty clothes roughly, nine shallow and one deep pierced into a piece of softness.
The theater of the teahouse is full of friends, gongs and drums, and the good scenes are one after another.
And no one would have thought that in the background of wisdom teeth, there is a woman who is suffering the most unbearable humiliation in the world.
Although the class master was separated by a door, listening to Rong Bi's heart-rending cries turned into broken moans, he could only touch a handful of old tears and sigh secretly What a good girl, this life has been ruined like this Rong Bi was occupied by Mu Qingzi more than once, and his fox friends and dog friends all coveted Rong Bi's beauty, and they all looked at each other, and finally Rong Bi was humiliated and hanged herself.
At that time, when Rong Ji choked Mu Qingzi's throat with his own hands, his mind was full of the tragic situation of his sister before his death that the class master had described to him, and his hatred was sharp, and he instantly pinched his throat and took his dog's life.
The upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked, the son is like this, the family style is naturally not right, and I don't know how many innocent civilians will suffer from this scourge if such a family stays in the world.
That day, compared to the previous killings, Rong Ji was happy in his heart His blade had never been so fast, and he had never felt that the smell of blood could be used to soothe his old wounds.
And all this, such a high mood did not fall until the eyes of the courtyard hiding behind the urn under the red plum tree suddenly fell t1706231537: