Immortal King, You Became Stupid

: Xianguo chuogtou

"Ma Liu! I'm waiting for my drink! Let's go

"Pa --"

the whip whipped in her body with a cruel force, her thin body trembled, her white prison clothes were covered with blood stains, her ankle shackles were heavy, and her feet fell on the snow, and she suddenly staggered forward.

Fortunately, she stood still. Her beautiful face was destroyed. Her dark brown eyes were like torches, holding the baby in her arms tightly. In the ice and snow, this was the only hot source.

"Whoa whoa whoa..."

Soft waxy cry, intermittent, Fengling heart in the blood.

"Can you Take a rest, Dong'Er... "

Before he finished speaking, he was whipped again and said, "what are you going to Leiyin temple? I don't have time to walk with you! When you are the crown prince and princess? "

Fengling hums, a mouthful of sweet spread.

Dongli!

You are cruel!

Choose a body to protect ourselves, but abandon our mother and son!

Some people in the court admonished the prince Dongli to form a party for personal gain, and had an unhealthy heart.

The Feng family made great achievements in the war and ended up in the name of plotting against the enemy. More than 300 people of the whole family rolled their heads to the ground. Only she and her little son Dongdong left a breath to send them to Leiyin temple.

She hates it!

Hate wrong pay mediocre, wife and children can not protect, hate that weak prince, kneeling on the palace of Jinluan, leave the blame completely!

Donger, my mother will take you to Leiyin temple, you must live!

Feng Ling bit her teeth and moved step by step in the face of the wind and snow in Jin, but gradually blurred.

"Dong --"

in front of my eyes, it was black, snow, and red.

Can't die!

Don't want to die!

Donger

***

"Donger Donger doesn't cry... "

She can't fall. Her winter baby is a full-term baby

"Sister, sister, are you awake?" Tender voice in the ear, with worry, with anxiety.

Fengling opened her eyes weakly. Her white face changed from fuzzy to clear. She was staring at herself, wearing a Mandarin coat full of patches and a felt hat. She was about five or six years old.

"Where is this?"

Feng Ling's dry moulting lips were playing back and forth, and asked in a dumb voice.

Looking around the place, there were four walls and thatched roofs. There was nothing but her wooden bed.

"Sister, what nonsense are you talking about?" The child frowned and drooped his head in remorse, "it's all useless for Xiao Jiu to protect her sister's integrity, so that villain bullies you..."

Bullying?

What happened?

This child is a "elder sister". She doesn't have such a small brother. What about Dong'Er? She remembered that she fainted on the way to Fapei Leiyin temple.

"But, sister, don't worry. When Xiao Jiu grows up, he will Cough... " The child was suddenly tough and coughed violently in the middle of the speech.

"Are you all right? "Hiss..."

Feng Ling saw him curled up, full of pain, subconsciously wanted to pat his back, suddenly sat up, all over the body like an inch of fracture, pain pour out a cold breath.

"Elder sister, don't move about. Gu Lang Zhong said that you are seriously injured. It's better to stay at home in bed." The boy was busy pressing her hand, coughing and blushing.

"Hiss -"

she held up her head, and her head was pricked with needles, and she could not help wringing her eyebrows.

The memory of ferocity, like the tide of water, comes in an instant, as if to burst the forehead to be reconciled.

"Wei Jiu, you should be good. In the future, marry a girl from a good family."

"None of you is allowed to bully Wei Jiu. If anyone moves him, he will step on my corpse!"

The fragmentary fragment does not belong to her.

Weiwenxi, this should be her present name. She was born in Huainan village. She was twenty-eight years old. She looks ugly. Her parents are missing. Only her younger brother, Weijiu, lives by each other.

Fengling, dead?

What about winter?

Miss Dong'Er, she blushed. The first general's daughter was married to the leader of the east palace. She was once the first beauty in the capital. She fell victim to the conspiracy and died in the snow to Leiyin temple.

If she died, how could Donger live?

"Xiao Jiu, what year is this evening?" She asked in a soft voice, her eyes dim, unable to hide the pain.

"Congjing 43, sister, are you really beaten by a mouse Stupid? " Wei Jiu probes into her forehead and touches her forehead to see if she has fever.

"Little fool, my sister is OK."

Feng Ling's heart is soft, if he is Dong'Er, if she grows up, she will be as lovely as Weijiu?

"Elder sister, I made you porridge and brought it to you." Wei nine grinned, white teeth such as salt, small head ran out of the door, charmingly naive.

Feng Ling, who is still, carefully recalls her memory. When Wei Jiu cuts firewood home, she meets a villain mouse. When there is a dispute, weiwenxi stands in front of Weijiu. She gets a good beating and has been lying in bed for three days.She touched the bronze mirror around her and looked at it. She was speechless and choked.

Who is the person in the mirror? Some people believe that it is a pig. They are black and blue, their cheeks are like steamed bread, and half of their faces have burned birthmarks, which is too ugly!

"Sister, the porridge is hot, hey." Wei Jiu is holding the earthenware bowl carefully. His eyes are focused on his small hands. The tortoise moves forward quickly. He is afraid that the bowl will be cleaned up.

The porridge in the bowl is steaming hot, and his face and nose are covered with black ash, like a cat.

No wonder, no wonder weiwenxi is not willing to hurt Yi Weijiu even if he is killed.

"Xiao Jiu, come by yourself," Feng Ling was very sad. She took his bowl and knew how hot the porridge was.

Porridge is not porridge, more like rice soup, Rao is so, fed into the belly, but Fengling feel sweet as honey.

In the last life, my father fought for a long time, my mother died early, my elder brother died in the war, and the maid in the mansion was respectful to her. How could she enjoy such a kind of treatment.

After eating the porridge, she walked down to the ground with sharp pain in her ribs.

There are two thatched houses, one stove and one bedroom. They have a poor family. In recent years, weiwenxi and Weijiu have been living in poverty.

"Xiao Jiu, there are so many dirty clothes. My sister goes to wash them. Stay at home and don't run around." She told Wei Jiu that she went to the Bank of the river with a wooden basin in her arms. Half a mile away from home, it was early spring. Willow catkins were flying, and willow branches were dipping in the stream, moving with the wind and rippling.

She put down the basin, poured her clothes on the stone platform, and rolled up her sleeves. It was the first time for her to do this kind of rough work herself.

"Dong --"

all of a sudden, a heavy object hit her in the back of her head, and a fruit fist size full of pimples rolled down on her feet.

"Ha ha, meat buns beat dogs!" Not far away came the light bell laughter. The woman, dressed in a pleated skirt, with one hand on her hips, was laughing and bossing, "Hey, ugly. How does it feel to take the fairy fruit back to me and beat the dog's head?"

Liang Yueru?

Fengling frowned. She knew the girl. She heard that her father was practicing in xianlingzong. She could be said to have a detached position in the village. In this world, all practitioners are masters.