Bone to Heart Knowing Xiaohuan

Seeing that Mo Xiaohuan was silent, Director Du stretched out his hand, and immediately another middle-aged woman handed him a whip.

Director Du waved his thick arm, and the whip lashed firmly at Mo Xiaohuan's body.

Mo Xiaohuan didn't wear many clothes, but after being whipped off by Mr. Du, the frivolous clothes were ripped apart.

There was a burning pain in the back, like a broken skin.

"Old woman, let me ask you, where were you yesterday?"

You time is from five to seven in the afternoon.In the evening, Mo Xiaohuan was being called to make a bed for Yu Beiming.

If he doesn't answer again, will Mr. Du's whip be pulled down again?

Mo Xiaohuan's voice was hoarse: "In Zhaoyang Hall."

When they heard Zhaoyang Palace, everyone present seemed to be startled.

Principal Du clenched the leather whip in his hand: "The clothes you are wearing are clearly not the servant uniforms of Zhaoyang Palace."

In the palace, the maids in each hall wear different clothes.

A woman dressed as a girl said in a low voice: "Last night, the concubine of Fuyao Palace also went to Zhaoyang Palace. This woman is wearing a servant's uniform of Fuyao Palace."

"The old woman has been in the mansion for decades, but don't you know the servant uniforms of the Fuyao Palace?" Master Du cut off Cai Nu's words, and then looked at Mo Xiaohuan on the ground, "The old woman will ask you again. Where?"

Xu time, that is, from seven to nine in the evening.At eight or nine o'clock last night, Mo Xiaohuan was stopped by Yu Beiming, and then, it was a night of torture...

"In the back garden." Mo Xiaohuan said briefly.

"How dare you lie!"

With a snap, it was another vicious whip.

Mo Xiaohuan only felt that the skin on his back was all cracked, and the pain was so painful that tears were about to flow out.

I didn't expect, I didn't expect to be reduced to such a point.

In her previous life, she had never been bullied like this.

Without the shelter of parents, without the help of friends.Mo Xiaohuan felt so lonely and helpless.

She never had any intention of harming others, but now she was beaten up by a group of women for no reason.

Where did everyone go, why no one came to uphold justice...

"Mrs. Xiao, this woman must have hurt you." Director Du's words echoed above his head, "You said that there was a problem with the meal at Youshi yesterday, and you lost your son at Xushi. This woman, whose origin is unknown, actually lied and said that last night at Xushi In the back garden where I was on duty..."

Director Du was full of anger, and he babbled about his "analysis" and inferences.

Mo Xiaohuan breathed with difficulty, and she felt that every breath she exhaled was hot like steam.

And every breath you inhale lacks oxygen.

Her head seemed to be drowsy, but her thinking remained clear.

Are these women talking about Madam Xiao's miscarriage?

Mo Xiaohuan remembered that Yu Beiming didn't want children.Every woman sent back from his Zhaoyang Palace had to drink Duanzi tea.

Even if it is not broken, if it is discovered in the end, it will still be destroyed by pouring soup.

And this Mrs. Xiao...

Never speculate on the thoughts of women in the palace.

Just like the Director Du in front of me, she is over 40 years old, and within this deep wall, her youthful pursuits and ideals have long been obliterated.

Her greatest happiness comes from plundering other people's happiness and destroying their peace.

Such a person is empty and pathetic!

A group of figures swayed in front of my eyes, like a marionette numbly performing a play that I don't even know the role of!

Don't say anything, no one knows whether what is said is a blessing or a curse.

Because this group of women simply cannot be understood with normal thinking.

My head is so heavy... I want to sleep... I will fall asleep forever, and I will never wake up again...

The ethereal soul seems to be flying.

But the man's deep murmur came from his ear: "Qing Huan, Qing Huan."

who is it?

Mo Xiaohuan no longer felt the pain.She didn't feel cold or hot, but her soul seemed to be pulled back into her body and became heavy.

Something fragrant was pushed between the lips and teeth.

"No, I can't feed it anymore." A woman's voice said so.

"I'm coming!" The voice of a domineering man.

Suddenly, something pressed against his lips, and hot breath continuously poured into his lungs.

so warm...

"Mo Qinghuan! You can't die at this time!" The deep and domineering voice was so familiar...like...

But why, why not die.

Already died once anyway.

Besides, I am not Mo Qinghuan at all.

"I am, yes, Mo Xiaohuan..."

Mo Xiaohuan didn't know if the other party heard it, she clearly said it, but she felt that her lips and tongue didn't move.

"She can't do anything!" The man's voice was obviously anxious and sullen, and even more irresistible majesty!

Why is this man so annoying.

Regardless of.

Can't handle that much.

tired.sleepy.

cold.

curl up into a ball.

Suddenly, a fiery wall surrounded him.

So warm, this wall is a little soft.It sticks and is warm.

Mo Xiaohuan didn't know how long she slept, but in her memory, she was always surrounded by a warm embrace.

She seemed to smell the breath of peace.

This breath is somewhat familiar.It was as if he had been hugged by this person before.His embrace is strong enough to give people a sense of stability and security.

I really want to sleep like this forever.

I don't know how long it took...

"My lord, the medicine is ready..." A woman's voice was soft, like Xiao Tao.

"Bring it." Short and ruthless.

Then the man's voice became gentle, and he began to coax: "Qing Huan, drink the medicine..."

I'm not Mo Qinghuan...

When it is soft and attached, the bitter liquid is sent into the mouth by something warm...

"Cough, cough!" Mo Xiaohuan was choked, coughed and opened his eyes.

In the eyes, it was Yu Beiming's handsome facial features.His deep black eyes were clearly full of uneasiness and worry.

This man actually has moments of uneasiness...

Mo Xiaohuan stared at Yu Beiming above her head without blinking.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Yu Beiming was the first to realize that he was still holding half a bowl of medicine in his hand.The voice became cold again: "Continue to drink medicine."

Mo Xiaohuan saw a smear of medicine on the corner of Yu Beiming's lips—could it be that he was...feeding medicine to himself?

Think about it, during the coma, she always heard a familiar voice talking beside her.

Naturally it was Yu Beiming...

Without giving Mo Xiaohuan time to continue thinking, a bowl of bitter medicine was brought to his lips.

"Don't drink it." Some kind of concoction made by something.

"Drink." Yu Beiming's short and heartless words seemed to be his true attitude.

Mo Xiaohuan stopped talking and tilted her head.Reject Yu Beiming's order.

"Drink it, or drag Xiao Tao out to hit the board!" Yu Beiming's curve torture strategy.

Xiao Tao!

As soon as Mo Xiaohuan heard Xiaotao, she immediately looked around.

Sure enough, Xiao Tao was standing by the side of the bed.

Okay, Xiaotao is fine.

Just as he was about to say something, Yu Beiming took the medicine bowl and drank it down in one gulp.

Mo Xiaohuan had a hunch that he wanted to...

Yu Beiming grabbed Mo Xiaohuan with his big hands like iron tongs, and his other hand dragged the back of her head.

The domineering lips were quickly printed, and all the bitter medicine was sent into Mo Xiaohuan's mouth in an instant.

"Well……"

Yu Beiming did this action in one go, as if it had been repeated countless times.