The first goddess of pride

Hearing the other child cry, Mu Xianning couldn't help frowning, and snorted coldly, "Don't cry! Crying won't change anything at all! If you want me to let him go, you should take up your weapon!"

As if seeing herself when she was a child, Mu Xianning yelled angrily. Before she was five years old, when she didn't meet her father, she was just like that child, a weak person who could only cry.

The child, startled by Mu Xianning's voice, stopped crying in an instant. He gritted his teeth, trying not to cry out, and still looked at Mu Xianning in horror.

Looking at the unfamiliar Mu Xianning, her originally playful expression became serious and deep, and Jun Ruoshui felt a little inexplicable doubt in her heart. Inexplicably, she felt that she seemed to be burdened with something unimaginable to him.

For Mu Xianning, it was hard for him to imagine that a 15-year-old girl faced the entire palace, those so-called relatives who hated her, whether it was her brothers, sisters, or the concubines in the palace, he deeply I still remember Concubine Ning Gui's eyes of cursing and resenting Mu Xianning, what she has experienced when she got the throne today, he has seen it all during this period, but it's hard to imagine how she, a 15-year-old girl, endured it?

Yes, what would happen if she could only cry like the child in front of her?Did he die sadly long ago?

What was she like when she was a child, lost her parents at the age of seven, was she even deprived of the right to cry?

Inexplicably, a flash of pain flashed across Jun Ruoshui's heart, his eyes locked on Mu Xianning's, and he couldn't utter a word because of the heavy heart.

Mu Xian stared at the two children, and her eyes became foggy.

The picture in front of me seems to have returned to the 21st world.

It was a desolate street. In an old shop on the corner, a fat boss was beating a little girl who was curled up on the ground, yelling, "I'll let you steal! I'll let you steal!" Things! A stray dog ​​like you should be beaten to death!"

The little girl hugged the bread tightly, curled up on the ground, and refused to let go despite being punched and kicked. She was only five years old, and she chose to steal it because she was hungry, but is there anything wrong with being hungry?Why was she beaten just to fill her stomach?

She had always forgotten to cry, so she could only bite her lower lip tightly, enduring the beating that almost knocked her malnourished body to the brink of losing her vitality, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

"Crying and being patient are useless. If you don't get up and protect yourself, no one can help you." Suddenly, an adult's voice came from not far away, hitting her young heart .

The voice stopped the fat boss's movements, and he began to scold a strong old man in the distance, "What are you meddling in! Get out!" But he didn't notice the little girl with dark eyes, trembling from him Stand up beside me.

When the fat boss was about to turn around and beat her violently, the little girl's empty eyes flashed a flash of resentment and viciousness, and she picked up the knife that the boss had thrown on the ground when he tried to kill her just now, and rushed straight at the boss.

The next second, the boss fell down in surprise. He never thought that a five or six-year-old girl would stab him with a knife. Fearing death, he immediately fell to the ground and screamed, "Help! Help!" !"