"Snapped!"
With a heavy slap, three-year-old Yan Bao was sent flying out!
In the dead of winter, the heavy rain has turned into drizzle.
The ground was dripping with water and turned into ice, and Yan Bao slipped far away.
The little head hit the stone in the distance hard, and blood oozed out.
She didn't have much flesh on her body, and the fall was so painful that she almost fainted.
"It hurts..."
But thinking that grandma was still being scolded with the cane, she stood up unsteadily despite the severe pain.
"A... A Niang..."
Yan Bao's hands and feet were cold when he saw that his mother's plain clothes, which were tied to a stool, were already blood-red.
There was a fear deep in my heart that I had never experienced before.
Even though he was only three years old, Yan Bao seemed to realize that something was wrong with his mother-in-law, and his weak milky voice was full of tears.
"You guys let me go, wuwu...let me go quickly!"
She staggered, shouted and ran.
Several times I slipped and fell into a nearby mud puddle, only to stumble back up again.
The white and tender cheek was scratched, and a pair of big black eyes were so painful that they overflowed with tears.
But she was afraid that she would be disgusted if she cried, so she tried her best to suppress her voice with her small mouth.
She was ignorant and realized that she had to ask for help first, otherwise the wives would not pay attention to her even if she shouted at the top of her lungs.
He will slap her away again.
Yan Bao staggered and knelt in front of Yang Chaoyun with a plop, the corners of Yan Bao's mouth already bloodshot.
"Madam, please spare my mother-in-law. I lost a lot of blood. Please... help me find a doctor. Yan Bao will kowtow to you!"
Afraid that Yang Chaoyun would disagree, Yan Bao banged his forehead on the cold and slippery bluestone after speaking.
She was beaten and hit her forehead, and her ability to kowtow was already the limit.
But Yan Bao was sincere, and when his forehead banged against the cold bluestone again, he fell down.
There was a sharp pain in my right hand, and a large piece of skin was broken on my little hand, exposing the red flesh inside.
She was throbbing with pain, but she bit her lip and didn't dare to cry out in pain.
The little body shook like chaff.
No pain, no pain!
We must save my mother-in-law first.
She raised her little head with difficulty, her big eyes staring straight at Yang Chaoyun, the matron of the house, who was sitting under the eaves and wrapped in a fox fur, her voice was as thin as a mosquito wire.
"Please Madam...please spare my mother-in-law, Yan Bao...become Madam's ox and horse..."
They were obviously dirty, but their eyes were bright and black, like the brightest pearls under the dark sky.
Like a sharp blade piercing Yang Chaoyun's heart.
Yang Chaoyun hated Yan Bao's eyes that looked so much like his biological mother, Aunt Mu.
Four years ago, the Prime Minister accompanied her to Xiangguo Temple to offer incense. On the way back home, it was Aunt Mu who had lost her memory and was fascinated by those eyes.
Even though Aunt Mu was pregnant with the bitch for three months, the Prime Minister still forced her into the family and claimed that Yan Bao was his bloodline.
Thinking of what the prime minister had said to praise Aunt Mu in front of her, she felt even more resentful.
Glancing at the blood splattered on his skirt, Yang Chaoyun lowered his face and slammed the teacup in his hand at Yan Bao.
"You are all dead, but my eyes are still as dim as the moon and as bright as pearls!"
Aunt Mu must die!
Yan Bao, who is 70% similar to her and has more outstanding facial features than Aunt Mu, is even worse!
Along with the crisp sound of "bang" and the sound of the teacup breaking on Yan Bao's forehead, Yang Chaoyun scolded him sarcastically.
"Does a dirty thing wallowing in the mud deserve to kowtow in front of me?"
There was a gash in his forehead, and blood was flowing out.
Lying in the bloody mud, Yan Bao felt so much pain, his stomach hurt, his head hurt, and his hands and legs hurt.
The most painful thing was my head. The place where the tea cup hit me was hot and painful.
It felt like something was about to grow in her head, and the pain made her convulse all over and she could hardly open her eyes.
But Grandma was tied to a stool and beaten by Madam, who would have promised to spare Grandma.
Is it because she is dirty that Madam doesn’t accept her kowtow?
Yan Bao was so frightened that he quickly stretched out his other hand and touched his face.
The blood and mud on his little face looked not only dirty, but also very scary.
However, his eyes were pure and innocent, and he blinked his slender and curved eyelashes. He looked at Yang Chaoyun with his eyes wide open and apologized in a sweet voice.
"Madam...Madam, please wait, come on, Yanbao...wipe it up immediately, Yanbao..."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Bao spat out a mouthful of blood.
With a look from Yang Chaoyun, the strong woman standing behind her took a few steps forward and kicked Yan Bao away hard.
Yan Bao fell to the ground again and didn't know what he did wrong.
The big black and pure eyes were blank.
She was already wiping her dirty body.
But there was so much blood on his face that I couldn't seem to wipe it off.
Madam refuses to spare grandma, grandma will be beaten to death by those nuns...
Yan Bao, who was in a daze, heard the sound of a board hitting A Niang's back one after another.
She was in so much pain that she could hardly move, but she tried to twist her neck to look at A Niang.
Aniang, who was tied to the stool, also looked at her.
There was no light in his dark eyes, and he was biting his lip.
She saw tears falling from the corners of her eyes, and then mixed with the blood that was constantly spilling from her mouth.
Finally, it was washed away by the rain and became a bloody mess on the ground.
The blood flowed toward her along with the rain.
With her blood and stains mixed into a ball, it was like A Niang rushed over to hold her in her arms.
Yan Bao opened his mouth, tears rolled down his face, shouted with all his strength, and crawled on the ground.
"A'niang...A'niang..."
If you wait for Yan Bao and give Yan Bao a little more time, Yan Bao will definitely be able to ask his wife to let A Niang go.
"Aunt..."
Then she heard the wife in charge of the execution talking to the madam.
"Madam, I'm dead!"
Although Yan Bao is young, he still knows the meaning of dying.
Yan Bao, who was moving on the ground, seemed to have lost all his strength in an instant, and his big, bright black eyes were covered with a layer of ashes.
Her grandma!
Does she no longer have a grandma?
