After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 192 Are you willing to follow me?
Xue Fu
A group of three people groped into Xue's mansion under the cover of night, Xie Lin took Song Huai to a somewhat remote courtyard according to the route he had explored before, leaving Shen Qianzhao to watch the wind.

Seeing the figures of Xie Lin and Song Huai gradually disappearing into the night, Shen Qianzhao looked around. Today's Xue Mansion is no longer the original Taiwei's Mansion.

Mrs. Xue's mother's family was a well-known gentry in Beijing in the early years, but it has declined a bit in recent years, but even so, judging from the scenery in the Xinxue Mansion, no matter how declining the gentry is, it is like Today, the famous Zhennan General's Mansion is even more luxurious.

After a while, she caught a glimpse of a woman carrying a male robe that looked like a child's and unfolded it to look at it. While looking at it, she shook her head and came here with a look of unbearable expression.

Shen Qianzhao frowned, it should be Xue Zheng's clothes, but why did it appear in this woman's hand?
She approached the old woman lightly, stopped not far away, and heard the conversation between the old woman and the servant guarding the door.

"I can't wear this dress anymore. I'll get a new one so I can change it later."

The two servants gave way.

After the mother-in-law left, the servants murmured in low voices, "Young master has asked someone to go to the attic again."

"I also saw in the afternoon that the steward next to the eldest son brought a lot of life-threatening things into the mansion. They were concealed. Unfortunately, I saw them."

"This child is also pitiful. With such a thing on the table, I'm afraid he won't be able to live in the future."

Shen Qianzhao looked around and found that there was only one high attic in Xue's mansion.

It seems that Song Huai and Xie Lin are about to rush to nothing.

After hesitating for a while, Shen Qianzhao still went in the direction of the attic. When they ran out of space, he would naturally follow the woman who was going to fetch the clothes, and go there first to have a look.

Fortunately, the attic was not too far away, and she arrived in a short while. Before she went up to check, a suppressed mournful sound of "sobbing" came into her ears.

Shen Qianzhao's eyes darkened slightly, and he flew up to the top of the attic to check, and found that inside, a child who looked no more than seven or eight years old was wearing a water-green dress, tied to the couch, with the skirt hanging halfway up.

The table next to it was covered with all kinds of unsightly tools.

The child's face was full of fear, and tears of fear kept falling.

With a knife in his hand, Xue Ling approached Xue Zheng slowly, with a gentle tone, as if he had regained his previous gentleman's gentle appearance, "Don't be afraid, brother won't kill you, but I will help you and make you more like her. "

"As long as you are like her, my brother won't kill you, and won't beat you again, so he must love Zheng'er well."

Greedy eyes fell on those wet eyes, and the cold light of the blade in Xue Ling's hand was even more terrifying.

Xue Zheng didn't understand what he wanted to do, but the torment he had suffered these days caused him to subconsciously fear and struggle when facing Xue Ling.

Shen Qianzhao hid in the dark, listening to Xue Ling's words, he didn't understand what he meant.

But when Xue Zheng's tear-stained, embarrassed face came into view, a pair of extremely familiar eyes instantly made Shen Qianzhao feel nauseous...

A chill hit her body, and she wanted to vomit.

Xue Ling's expression, Xue Ling's laughter, and Xue Ling's behavior seemed to be treating the child, but in fact, he completely regarded the child as himself...

When Shen Qianzhao thought of this, his whole body felt like he was being watched by something unknown, and he trembled with nausea.

Seeing that Xue Zheng was still resisting and crying, Xue Ling became impatient, and his face cracked a bit ferociously. If he hadn't seen that he had a pair of eyes that looked like his cousin, how could he keep this bastard? Little life until now.

Xue Ling's patience was gone, and he stepped forward and violently tore off Xue Zheng's lower skirt, the blade in his hand ready to strike.

A cold light flashed across Shen Qianzhao's eyes. At this moment, she fully understood what Xue Ling wanted to do.

Xue Zheng's expression was terrified, his eyes that were once clear and bright, now only left with boundless fear and despair.

From those eyes, Shen Qianzhao saw himself in his previous life
With a "snap", the blade fell to the ground, and Xue Ling covered his wrist in pain, "Who! Come out!"

He kept looking around, but there was no one at all. Suddenly, he felt something moving behind him. He hurriedly turned around to look, but the back of his neck hurt, his whole body went numb, he lost consciousness, and collapsed on the ground.

Shen Qianzhao casually threw the used poisonous needle back into the space, glanced at Xue Ling who was on the ground, and felt nausea all over his body.

She squeezed the hand gun, hesitated again and again, and finally threw the hand gun back into the space, walked up to the shivering Xue Zheng, and slowly squatted down to look at him.

Probably because of such a pair of eyes similar to his own, Shen Qianzhao looked at Xue Zheng, feeling a little distressed and unbearable in his heart for no reason.

Xue Zheng was stupefied by Xue Ling just now. Although the tears had stopped at this moment, his eyes were empty, staring blankly at the person in front of him who seemed to have fallen from the sky.

Seeing Xue Ling, who was tormenting him, fell to the ground in front of him, a wave of fear was not dissipated, and another wave of fear was added.

Shen Qianzhao softened his tone slightly, after all he looked like a child of seven or eight years old, "I only ask you three questions, you shake your head or nod."

Seeing Xue Zheng nodded, Shen Qianzhao asked slowly.

"Do you want to leave this Xue residence?"

Not surprisingly, Xue Zheng nodded sharply with red eyes, and said "huh huh" twice, tears were about to come out of his eyes again.

Shen Qianzhao asked the second question again, "Do you want to be with your mother?"

Xue Zheng fell silent, his lowered eyes were darkened.

What appeared in front of his eyes was everything he had endured since he came here. He cried to his mother countless times for help, but all he got were punches and kicks.
Even though Xue Zheng should not answer, Shen Qianzhao still saw the answer from his face.

She reached out and took off the thing that blocked Xue Zheng's mouth, and then slowly untied him.

Xue Zheng looked at it blankly, not knowing why, he clearly knew that he should shout for help at this moment to attract talents, but he just didn't want to do it.

After tidying up the clothes on Xue Zheng, Shen Qianzhao stood up, calmly looked at Xue Zheng, who was different from ordinary people of the same age, and stretched out his hand, "Are you willing to come with me?"

In just half a month, during the period of Xue Zheng's torture, all the emotions that should be and shouldn't be have been present.

Several times, he felt that he would not be able to hold on any longer, so he wanted to jump off the attic, but he hoped that his mother would come to save him.
Just now, when he no longer had unrealistic fantasies about everything, he never thought that such a person would suddenly appear in front of him and asked him if he wanted to go with her.
Xue Zheng stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to grab Shen Qianzhao's hand, wanting to grab such a light that could rescue him from the chaos.

But when he saw how white and clean that hand was, he hesitated. Looking at his dirty hand, he shrank slightly, wanting to retract it.
(End of this chapter)