"Step!" Jia Ding tightened the rope and picked the curtain, "Miss, do you wake up?"

"Where am I?" Ling Ruoxi asked, his face was frightened and uneasy.

"Miss, the master instructed, let the slave take you back to the other courtyard of his hometown. You can arrive after about three days later." The family said humblely, and there was no previous humility.

It's hard to turn over in the future.

"What!" Ling Ruoxi's face suddenly turned white: "What about that mother?"

"Madam is still in the house."

Do she go together with her? A coolness rushed to her heart, Ling Ruoxi shook her head desperately: "No! I don’t go back, I want to see my mother."

She struggled to jump out of the carriage, regardless of the dissuasion of the family behind her, and ran away in the direction of the imperial city with a skirt. The embroidered shoes fell half of the running.

Blood scratch, the figure is embarrassed.

At this time, the Prime Minister's Mansion was in the sky. The monk of the Buddhist temple was working in the front yard.

Ling Ke cleared his blood, and was helped by his old lady to rest in the room, leaving three aunts to host the overall situation here.

One hour ago, the eldest lady was unwilling to love the daughter and ended up in the room. She died in the middle of the room.

The crowd kneeling in the hall, bowed his head and sad, but only smelled crying and did not see tears. The eldest lady had accompanied the prime minister since he was an official.

Even if the three aunts who were later married into the house, it was difficult to shake her status. Now that people die, do their opportunities come not?

The second aunt couldn't hide the pride. Thinking of the infinite days of the sanctuary in the future, she was almost happy to laugh. Suddenly, there was a noisy noise from outside the house.

Miss she is back. "

"What?" Then the Jian people dared to respect the order of the grandfather and returned to the house privately? The second aunt stood up from the ground, how can there be half a sorrow on his face?

"Mother, Dad said that she was not allowed to step into the imperial city in this life. Now the lady is self -proclaimed, but in the spiritual hall, she is blatantly noisy. Such a woman who is not filial and unreasonable should be hit with a stick!"

Before the second aunt, he said with ears, "Mother -in -law, don't let her see her father."

Now that the eldest lady is dead, it is difficult for her father to care for the old feelings and let this Ling Ruoxi turn over.

When I thought about it, I also felt the truth. I waved the big hand: "Put away the old lady's stick away, and you must not make noise outside the house."

"Yes!" More than a dozen masters of Ding held the stick from the opening of the opening of the house, and the sound of banging was looming.

, Corner of the corner of the mouth bent a proud smile.

"Ah! Don't hit me! Mother! Mother -pro." Ling Ruoxi kept rolling on the ground, messy clothes, loose hair buns, and the face of the country was full of mud and blood.

Where dare to stay in the family? The so -called cunning rabbit died, the dog cooks, and the people go to the tea. Now in the house, the lady is dead, and the young lady is out of favor.

"Bang!" A stick smashed ruthlessly on the back of Ling Ruoxing's head. Her painful crying stopped abruptly. After the limbs twitched a few times, she was not born! A warm liquid came from her under her body.

Perseverance, eyes widened, and even that eye didn't blink again.

Jia Ding was holding his heart, turned his head and looked at it, and finally found that it was unusual at this time. "This, the young lady shouldn't it ... be dead?"

As soon as the words fell, a yin wind rose on the street, and the white cloth hanging on the beam of the room was blown in the air and fell down. Coincidentally, it was blocked on Ling Ruoxing's body.

The chanting of the monk of the Buddhist temple in the prime minister's palace is like the soul of hell at this moment, which makes people get cold from the bottom of the heart.

"What's going on?" The second aunt brought Ling Yuhan from the front yard, just approached, and a strong bloody smell came from the nose, which made people disgusting.

Ling Ruoxi, who is lying in a pool of blood, does not move.

"Mrs. Second, Miss she, I'm afraid she would be dead!" A master of Ding Dan was shocked, and his expression was terrified. No matter what, this young lady after all, in case the master knows ...

The second aunt's face changed suddenly, bent down, his fingers slowly rushed to Ling Ruoyi's nose, and there was no trace of breath.

Is this Jian people really dead?
Chapter completed!