At the end of winter, Yecheng, a sudden heavy snowfall.

In one night, heavy snow sealed the city, those who wanted to enter the city could not come in, and those who wanted to leave the city could not get out. The one who got up early and hurrying away was lonely, and the street complained for a while.

Because of the heavy snow, Jiang Rao's family stayed here.

Inside the mansion, a maid was walking towards Jiang Rao's yard with a finely made four-eared stew pot.

The pot is steaming hot, and the freshly simmered pigeon soup is simmering.

When she arrived, she reported to the night watch maid: "Master asked me to bring pigeon soup for the girl."

The night-watching maid yawned, her breathing was white, "Why so early?"

"Yesterday, the girl said it was going to snow and she wanted to go out of the city. The master didn't believe it. I had a few arguments with the girl, which was not pleasant. Who would have guessed that it was really snowing today. The master felt guilty and asked the kitchen to stew the pigeon that the girl likes to drink. Tang, you have to make a good apology for the girl."

The master in the maid's mouth is the fourth master of the Jiang family, Jiang Xingzhou.

He was unruly before marriage, but after marriage he became famous for his family care and doting wife. After he had a daughter, he was a veritable daughter slave. This kind of fuss about making a little bit of his daughter's favor often happens to him, and those servants are accustomed to it, so it's not surprising.

The night-watching maid opened the door for her and said softly, "The girl is not awake yet, you put the soup in first, and remember to speak softly."

The ground dragon was burning indoors, and it was as warm as spring. It was so warm that people felt hot, which made the snow raging and the weather worse outside.

The maid put down the pigeon soup, and as soon as she went out, icy snowflakes fell on her face, cutting people like a knife.

She couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "It would be good if you listened to the girl, and the return to Beijing will not be delayed, so there is no need to freeze here."

The maid of the night turned around and closed the door, "But yesterday the sun was shining brightly, who could tell that it was going to snow."

"Can't the girl see it?"

The two discussed and glanced at the room.

On the couch, there was a person curled up like a cat.

The clouded temples have red lips, and the sleeping face is thick. The jet-black and lustrous hair was dripping on the pillow like a satin, and the skin was so white that it seemed to compete with the falling snow on the branches outside.

No matter what angle you look at, it's flawless beauty.

There are many beautiful people in Jinling Jiangfu, which is a fact recognized by Jokhao. Jiang Rao has been a beautiful embryo with delicate eyebrows and beautiful eyes since she was a child. Unfortunately, she left her hometown of Jinling with her father who traveled all over the world at the age of six. After a long time, she was gradually forgotten, even though she grew more charming and moving year by year, When it comes to the beauty of Jiang Mansion, few people mention her.

Only the servants who served in the Jiang family knew how good-looking their girl was. When she fell asleep with her eyes closed, she was like a little person who came out of a painting, with pink cheeks.

Being born like this at the age of thirteen can already make people imagine how stunning she will be in the future.

At this moment, her two eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, unable to stretch, and she looked very upset.

Jiang Rao slept very restlessly.

Because she has had several nightmares recently...

It has come true every time!

The first time was when she dreamed that the horses at home were frightened and went mad.

At first she thought it was an ordinary nightmare, but the next day she heard the news that her father had fallen from a horse and was injured.

Then came the snow.

Now, she is haunted by another nightmare.

In the dream, it was vaguely the dawn of Can Yun, and a maid rushed in shouting, "Young master was bullied."

The young master in her mouth is Jiang Rao's younger brother, Jiang Jinxing.

His personality is contrary to his name, he is naughty and impulsive, he is very capable of causing trouble, and he is an excellent seedling who climbs the wall and climbs the house. However, he is only seven years old, and he is too young to bully others. Instead, he is often bullied.

Jiang Rao has always loved her younger brother, and when she heard that he was wronged, she hurriedly brought someone over.

In the snow, she saw the person who had a conflict with her younger brother—a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy.

The younger brother said that it was the man who fed her horses to eat something that should not have been eaten, causing her father to be injured.

The boy was covered in blood, water and mud. He was soaked all over in winter, and he was as embarrassed as a beggar. Only one pair of eyes were bright.

It's just that there's no warmth or human touch in it, instead it's full of coldness and indifference, vicious, and full of anger, just like the cruel eyes of a wolf when he bleeds.

He stood outside the stable, holding in his hand herbs that would make the horse go mad, but he refused to admit it, let alone tell who was behind it.

Even when she was tortured and interrogated by her servants in the snow, she bit her thin lips and said nothing, her long eyes were red like blood dripping, she couldn't feel pain, and stared at her. .

Jiang Rao was stared at by his wolf-like fierce eyes, her scalp tingling, and she took Jiang Jinxing away from there.

Later, she found the real murderer who made her horse crazy.

Not a teenager, someone else.

Jiang Raoman felt guilty and went back to look for him, but he disappeared and was never found again.

Until a few years later, she was tied up and thrown at the feet of a man in a wheelchair.

The man is dressed in a black cloak, his complexion is cold and white, and he stands tall, with a serene and sinister temperament and a beautiful face that is extremely rare among men. ruthless.

She looked at him several times before recognizing him.

The little beggar who was once alone and fell in the snow.

Now he is surrounded by servants, dressed in brocade and splendid clothes, and sits in the top position with an indifferent face. He is tall and straight, handsome and handsome, like a god.

In just a few years, he has grown into a person of high authority who cannot offend anyone.

The method of revenge on her is even more crazy and cruel

Jiang Rao woke up suddenly, drenched in sweat.

When woke up from the nightmare, the lingering fears still lingered, as if had died once and came back to life again, heart seemed to have been strangled for a long time, and then suddenly released, heartbeat changed to numbness, and the feeling of suffocation and despair still slowly lingered in chest. siltation.

That dream just now was too terrifying.

She looked up at the window.

The sky didn't fully light up, and the snow fell rustling.

Jiang Rao's heart beat faster.

In that dream just now, it was the same weather

The cloudy sky had just broken, the sky was dimly lit, and the gloomy weather made people panic.

At this moment, the door creaked.

A maid rushed in wearing a shoulder of snow and shouted out of breath, "Girl, the young master was bullied outside!"

Jiang Rao thought for a moment that she was dreaming instead.

Breaking dawn, the maid who rushed in, this is clearly the scene from the dream just now.

She raised her head and looked at the maid.

A face that he had just seen in his dream was reflected in his pupils.

Jiang Rao's breath stagnated, and her body trembled like a needle, "Where is Jinxing?"

"Outside the stables next to the inn."

Next to the inn, outside the stables.

The same is true in dreams.

In other words, what that dream revealed was what would happen today...

Jiang Rao became anxious, lifted the quilt, and stomped her toes into the embroidered shoes under the couch in a panic, "Take me there!"

...

Yesterday, the snow was like a gluttonous gluttony, swallowing all the colors in the world overnight, the white covering the sky and the sun, endless, until a red shadow suddenly broke into.

It was Jiang Rao, wearing a red cloak and running towards the stable.

She ran in a hurry, the lace of her cloak was slack and was blown behind her, and the corners of her clothes were blown up by the wind, making a screeching sound.

All the way she wondered what a scene it would be like over there in the stables.

If the younger brother didn't do anything else, she would just take him away, as far away from the boy as possible.

But if my brother has already offended someone...

Jiang Rao had a headache.

According to the young man's future revenge, if her younger brother has offended him, she doesn't know if she can change the fate of being revengeful.

The more think about it, the worse have a bad premonition.

Only the first few nightmares, even if knew it in advance, could not change the final outcome, in case it can't be this time...

Suddenly, several figures came into view.

A group of people gathered outside the stable.

In this group of people, there are her younger brother and the servants of her family.

But she didn't see where the young man was.

After searching carefully, Jiang Rao suddenly took a deep breath...

The figure who fell to the ground surrounded by the crowd could not be seen clearly from a distance, but it seemed to be the young man.

Some grass dregs and a rough cane made of a wooden stick were scattered all over the snow.

And her brother was commanding the servants loudly, "Pour this bucket of cold water down on me, I'll see if he wakes up!"

Jiang Rao's heart was shaking when she heard it, and she rushed over to block the boy, "Stop!"

The servant stopped when he heard the words.

Jiang Rao was panting, looking at the bucket of ice water that almost fell on the boy's body, and immediately understood why the boy in the dream was soaked all over.

She was going to be a little late, so he was probably wet again.

Well, she came early.

Otherwise, a bucket of cold water in the winter will be poured all over him, and don't know how biting it will be.

Just imagining it, she shuddered.

Jiang Rao had lingering fears, lowered her eyes and looked at the young man's face.

His black hair was messy, the bridge of his tall nose was stained with blood, his forehead was dark blue, his long and beautiful eyes were tightly closed, and his cold white skin showed a deadly silence and serenity against the background of the ice and snow.

Jiang Rao turned pale with fright, and hurriedly reached out to probe his breath.

Live, change.

I don't know how long he has been lying in the snow, and the snowflakes on his body have fallen in a thick layer.

In the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, he only had a thin, coarse cloth shirt on his body, the material was tattered, and even his arms could not be covered. A thin forearm was exposed, drooping on the snow, frozen purple. The tattered, coarse cloth was probably too dirty for her servants to use as rags.

In such a cold day, how did this person fall into such a situation?

Jiang Rao took off her cloak and put it over him, and covered it with her body, "Why did he faint?"

"Did you fight?" Jiang Rao asked in a trembling voice.

Jiang Jinxing rubbed his nose and was very aggrieved, "I didn't hit him, he was hitting me! I suddenly fainted, and it has nothing to do with me. I suspect he was pretending."

The little dumpling was stuck in the snow, and said angrily and annoyed: "Look at the herbal medicine in his hand, it is this medicine that makes the horse crazy, and it is he who hurt our father!"

Jiang Rao glanced at the boy's palm.

He did have a handful of herbs in his hand.

In the dream, she first believed that he was bullying her brother because he was older than her brother, and then she believed her brother's statement because of the herbs in his hand.

However, just because he has herbs in his hand does not mean that he must be the murderer.

Jiang Rao regretted her impulse in her dream in her heart.

On the back of the boy's hand, there were frostbite and cracked cracks that were deep and wide, and it hurt a lot at first glance.

She felt more and more guilty.

Before came, thought about taking brother away quickly, as far as could hide from him. Seeing him so pitiful at the moment, felt sorry and unbearable in heart.

No matter how lofty his future status is, now he is just a weak and helpless, fainted and pitiful, skinny as if he hadn't eaten for many days, and he couldn't change hands even if he was bullied.

Jiang Rao's heart was full of pity and remorse, "He really passed out, not fake."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Jinxing pouted in dissatisfaction, took Jiang Rao's hand and said, "Sister, you don't mean that when you find the person who gave the horse's medicine, you want to make daddy suffer, and also let the person who harmed daddy suffer. Taste it? Now that I've found the bad guy, it's time for our revenge."

Jiang Rao: "..."

This is exactly what she said.

Her father had been lying on the bed for more than a month after falling from the horse, and now she can barely get out of bed to walk. Seeing the weak appearance of her normally tall and strong father lying on the bed, she was so angry at that time that she said such cruel words.

She glanced at the boy apologetically, and in her mind she couldn't help but imagine what he looked like when he grew up - broad and thick shoulders, sitting tall and straight, tall, and able to hold a black cloak very imposingly.

But he was a poor cripple who could never stand up.

In the dream, he became like this because of her?

Jiang Rao's conscience trembled.

Suddenly, a thick wooden stick came across in front of him. Jiang Jinxing handed it over, "Do you want to do it? Sister."

Jiang Rao: "..." Conscience trembled again.

She and her brother were afraid they didn't take it from the book

That kind of script for the villainous siblings who do the protagonist's mischief all over the place.

When I think about the survival time of this kind of character in the storybook

Jiang Rao's heart suddenly exploded, and stubbornly said to her brother, "He is not a bad person, I will take him back."

...

Taking the man back to his yard, Jiang Rao asked the maid to boil hot water, soaked the handkerchief, and wiped the mud on the boy's face and neck in person.

As soon as the blood and mud were gone, his three-dimensional and beautiful facial features were revealed.

He has a tall nose, narrow eyes, long tails and long eyelashes. His complexion is deeply pale and sickly, and he has the aura of a sickly beauty.

It's just that he hasn't fully grown now. The pure white chin and the thick closed eyelashes are pitiful and ignorant, which is far from his arrogant and ruthless appearance in the future.

Jiang Rao suddenly stopped when he moved the handkerchief to his neck.

There were a few ugly scars curling up there.

The deepest and longest one, lying on the scapula of his right shoulder, snaked forward from the back of his neck, all the way to the top of his collarbone.

It seems to be the whip wound left by the most vicious method of beating. After a long time, the wound has turned into a centipede-like scar.

At first, the bone might be visible, but the wound after healing was still deep and cracked in the skin. Every glance Jiang Rao swept over was shocking, and the hand holding the wet handkerchief shook slightly, almost afraid to touch it again.

She wiped for him more and more gently, and after wiping, she washed the handkerchief and wrung it dry.

The maid who was instructed by her to go down and invite the doctor picked up something from the ground and said to Jiang Rao, "Girl, is this his purse? It's dropped here."

Jiang Rao glanced over.

The purse is very old, and the thread on the edge has been frayed. The blood color covers the original color of the purse. The patterns are full of traces of dried blood, and the blood is mottled and terrifying.

Jiang Rao frowned, "It's his purse, go wash it."

She closed the quilt for the boy before going out to find Jiang Jinxing.

Because of the fact that she brought the boy back, the little guy has been sulking all the way.

He was anxious to avenge his father. Seeing her favoring the "murderer", he was so angry that she didn't even care.

But can't let brother keep misunderstanding.

Otherwise, even if she brought the boy back, the younger brother would come to trouble him.

That doesn't work.

She changed her plan to wait for the boy to wake up, apologize and explain the misunderstanding.

If the young man is not angry, it is best. If he is angry, or is very angry, he will be offered to him as an ancestor, and he will be coaxed until the day when his anger subsides.

When he went out, he was taken aback by Jiang Jinxing.

The little fat man was planted in the snow outside the door like a radish, his fleshy fingers pressed against the snow on the ground, his actions were fierce, and his anger was all over the snow.

It was determined that the young man was the murderer of his father's fall from the horse, and Jiang Jinxing was so angry that his lungs would explode when he saw his sister's meticulous care for the bad guy.

Like a small puffer fish stuffed in his cheeks, he was bulging all the way.

Seeing Jiang Rao come out to look for him, his eyes were full of blame and anger, and he became angry, "I don't have a sister like you who knows people and recognizes a thief as a father!"

"It's not me who doesn't know people clearly." Jiang Rao slowly moved to his side and sat beside him.

Jiang Rao is not very old, and will not celebrate her fourteenth birthday until half a year later, but she likes to pretend to be an adult beside her seven-year-old brother, her sweet little face rises, and her tone pretends to be old, "If you change it, recognize a thief as a father. It’s not right here, it’s better to change the deer for the horse. You can be ignorant, but don’t use the words randomly, it’s easy to make jokes.”

Jiang Jinxing blushed when she said, "Who dares to laugh at me!"

"I."

Jiang Jinxing became weaker, "..."

Once again gas into pufferfish.

Jiang Rao looked at her brother's face for a long time, and asked him, "Does it hurt to be beaten?"

Jiang Jinxing: Humph!

Jiang Rao stretched out his hand and rubbed his fleshy cheeks, "Don't be angry, it's you who wronged others, if you want to break someone's legs, you really deserve to be beaten. You listen to my sister, give the horse medicine. Man, it's not really him."

Jiang Jinxing didn't believe her. Instead, he was depressed, so angry that he wanted to cry. He stood up and burped slowly, "Why is it not him?! The others are in the stable, and the medicine is in his hands! He wanted to continue. Hurting Daddy!"

Jiang Rao stood up with him, "I have already sent someone out to look for it. When the real murderer is found, you will believe me."

In her dream, she dreamed that the real murderer of the drug was a butcher here. She had sent someone to look for it in advance, and the murderer would be caught in advance.

Jiang Jinxing didn't listen to her words at all, "It's just that you read it wrong, I'm going to find Daddy and ask Daddy to drive him away!"

He rushed out of the yard angrily.

Inside the room, Rong Ting struggled to open his eyelids.

His eyelids, which were always bloody and heavy, actually became much lighter. He raised his hand and rubbed it.

The finger pads are clean and free of any stains.

Someone wiped his face.

A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, he raised his eyes slightly, and glanced around.

Unfamiliar room.

The cold wind and falling snow were isolated from the closed windows, and the house was warm.

All the furnishings are neat and tidy, and the two rows of ancient shelves behind the screen are full of pamphlets and books.

The quilt is soft and comfortable, as warm as a few days of sunshine.

But Rong Ting's pupils cooled down instantly as if he had seen something dirty, grabbed the quilt with his palm, and subconsciously lifted it up...

No needles.

No bugs.

His movements slowed down, his eyes were cold, he frowned and fell into thought.

This is where?