The County Lord's Mansion was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. It was the day of reunion for the New Year's Eve dinner, and fireworks exploded in the sky from time to time.
"You little bitch, what are you doing here?"
A woman with a big belly and luxurious clothes was supported by a maid beside her. She looked at the little girl in front of her with disgust, who was dressed like a beggar.
"The Chinese New Year is really unlucky."
Ying Bao's face turned red from the cold, and she subconsciously wrapped herself in a single patch of clothes, but she still couldn't resist the cold wind. There was still a little frost on the hem of her clothes, and her voice was hoarse as she hadn't drank or eaten for a long time.
"Bao Ying is very cold and hungry. Can Mistress share some of Da Hei's food with Bao Ying?"
"Yingbao doesn't eat much. Half a steamed bun can last a day."
Dahei is a black-backed wolfdog raised by the county government.
Yingbao's daily ration consists of the leftover food after Dahei is full. If he is lucky, he can still eat something hot.
Perhaps because of the Chinese New Year, the house was busy, so the servant who fed Dahei as usual forgot about Yingbao's portion.
Every time Dahei ate, he wanted to lick the basin until it was shiny.
Yingbao had been bitten a few times because he had fought with it for food, and almost became the meat in Dahei's mouth. Yingbao didn't dare to fight with it anymore.
Ying Bao thought at first that the servant had forgotten and asked for food.
The servant couldn't bear to see her innocent appearance, but he couldn't disobey the mistress's orders, so he could only secretly give her a bite to eat every time.
Within two days the servant was beaten and thrown out of the house.
Ying Bao knew that he had harmed the servant brother, so he did not dare to ask for food from others. He could only stay by the pond in the mansion, waiting for his mistress to pass by and ask for a bite of food.
The mistress was just about to scold Tang Ying, but then she thought that she would be caught by the housekeeper a few days ago. A cold look flashed in her eyes, and then her face changed.
"Is Yingbao hungry? Mistress has some cakes here, come and try them." The mistress waved to Yingbao, her face full of kindness.
Ying Bao's body trembled as she looked at the mistress who suddenly became gentle.
A gentle mistress is scarier than a cruel one.
Every time the mistress is gentle to him, the mistress will always get hurt, and the father will blame her or even beat her.
Ying Bao knew that this might be the case this time, but looking at the pastries in the mistress's hands, she still walked towards her.
Yingbao had only eaten pastries once. When her mother was still alive, she remembered how sweet the pastries were. Her mother held her in her arms and fed her the pastries in small mouthfuls.
Seeing the cakes, Ying Bao thought of her mother.
She really wanted to feel her mother's warm embrace again.
The pastry felt a bit unreal to Yingbao when he held it in his hand. When he ate it, it melted in his mouth. Yingbao was extremely satisfied.
Looking up at the mistress who was leading him to the pond, Ying Bao smiled brightly at the mistress and said, "Thank you, mistress, for the cake. Ying Bao likes it very much."
The mistress curled her lips and smiled, as long as she likes her, it would be hard to resent her when she gets down there.
She had no intention of taking Ying Bao's life. After all, having a gadget in the house for her to play with could relieve her boredom.
The only thing to blame is that this little thing, like her bitch, heard things she shouldn't have heard.
"Does Yingbao miss your mother?" The mistress led Yingbao and stopped by the pond. "Your mother must miss you too. Does Yingbao want to go and accompany your mother?"
Ying Bao's eyes were full of hope and then she nodded heavily: "Yes! Ying Bao misses my mother so much! Does the mistress know where my mother has gone?"
"Of course I know." The mistress looked at Ying Bao with a smile and pushed him gently with her big hand. Before Ying Bao could react, the thin ice on the pond could not withstand the gravity and cracked.
The icy water submerged his entire body. Ying Bao wanted to jump and shout for help, but the cold water seemed to imprison him. His body sank. Before he lost consciousness, he saw half of the jade pendant buried in the mud at the bottom of the pond. He used all his strength to pull it out. The jade pendant was stuffed into his arms.
The jade pendant my mother always wore...why was it under the pond?
The mistress looked at the hole in the ice with cold eyes: "To die in the same place as your mother, your wish will be over."
Immediately, she wanted to walk away, but there was a cramping pain in her abdomen. She felt liquid flowing down her legs. The mistress looked down and saw a small pool of blood on the ground. Her eyes turned black and her figure became unstable, so she went into the pond. Plant away.
The maid who was watching outside was frightened when she heard the sound of falling into the water, and quickly called the servants to fish out the mistress.
The county lord heard the news and rushed over. The blood on his wife's body and the red color on the water stung his eyes.
his son! !
"What's going on?! How did you take care of my wife! How could you fall into the water when you are fine?!" The county boss was furious, and his servants knelt on the ground, "Why don't you go find the doctor! If my son is gone, everyone will be dead!" Sold for you!!”
One of the maids quickly got up and ran to find the doctor. She was so panicked and frightened that she accidentally tripped.
Just as the county boss was about to leave, he saw a small figure floating vaguely in the pond. When he looked closely, he felt his head bulging.
"Why did Ying Bao fall into the water?! Why don't you fish him out quickly! There will be bloody disasters during the Chinese New Year. You don't want me to have an easy time!" The head of the county master is bigger than the other two.
After Ying Bao was fished out, she choked on her water and woke up slowly, her little hands firmly protecting half of the jade pendant hidden in her chest.
When the maid next to the mistress saw Ying Bao waking up, a hint of calculation flashed in her eyes.
"Master! It was Yingbao who was playing by the pond. The mistress was afraid that the ice would crack, so she went over and wanted to take Yingbao away. Unexpectedly, Yingbao slipped and fell, hitting the ice and dragging the mistress down with her! Just..." The maid burst into tears, and she sobbed and stopped talking at the end.
As soon as the county chief heard the anger, he came up and slapped Ying Bao in the face with his backhand.
"Okay! It's really a funeral star. How come you didn't drown? If your mistress doesn't survive this pregnancy, you will be buried with my son!"
Ying Bao had just come out of the ice water and had yet to regain her strength. The slap was so real that half of her face felt numb, as if countless needles were pricking half of her face, and her ears were ringing and her eyes were dizzy.
…
Basins of bloody water were brought out of the house, and the county master paced back and forth anxiously at the door until the mistress's personal maid brought out a dead baby.
The county boss looked at the lifeless baby boy in the swaddling clothes, his eyes were red. The first and last time he saw the son he had been waiting for for decades was actually the last time he saw him. He was heartbroken with grief, thinking that the culprit was still alive at this moment. Live well, he is so angry!
At this moment, Ying Bao was kneeling in the cold wind, half of her face was swollen, her lips were black, her body was trembling, and she seemed to be about to faint the next moment.
The county boss looked at Ying Bao who was kneeling in the courtyard, and the anger in his heart became more intense. He took the wet whip from the hand of the boy on the side.
"Your mother, that slut, caused my wife to have a miscarriage after she gave birth to you. Now that your mother has been dead for two years, you have killed my son! I must beat you to death today!"
The whip fell on Ying Bao one after another, especially if it was wet in winter. When the cold wind blew, the place where the whip fell would freeze immediately, causing burning pain.
The blood was frozen the moment it flowed out, turning into frost together with the attached water.
"Ying Bao is not the Sangmen Star...it was the mistress who took Ying Bao to the pond and pushed Ying Bao down..."
Ying Bao collapsed to the ground after being whipped, huddled up in a ball, and although her words were crying, she was extremely stubborn.
When Hu Ren heard that Ying Bao even slapped him down, he went even further: "Okay! Now you have learned how to frame the mistress. You are really a born bad guy. Why didn't you die!"
Thinking of the baby boy that the maid had just brought out, he felt heartbroken.
His first son was just gone!
Thinking of not being able to have an heir these years, being talked about by the people in the county as an after-dinner entertainment. In addition, the war has just ended in the past few years, private taxation has increased, and the tax collection cannot be collected. The pressure from above, and those unruly people do not know At any rate, he lost most of his profit! And there was a chance that he would be reused by King Linan, but he was snatched away by other county lords!
The more Hu Ren thought about it, the angrier he became, and the strength in his hands became more and more vicious. In the cold winter, he was sweating.
"Go down and stay with my son!"
Ying Bao's breathing became weaker and weaker, and Hu Ren didn't stop until the whip fell on her and she didn't even move.
Hu Ren looked at Tang Ying, who was huddled up like a dead person, with disgust in his eyes. He threw away his whip and ordered the boy to throw the person back to the woodshed.
The boy looked at the angry master and did not dare to ask if he wanted to call a doctor. He could only carry Tang Ying back to the woodshed and let her fend for herself.
Putting Yingbao in the haystack in the woodshed, the boy couldn't help but sigh when he felt that the little man was almost lifeless.
"I'm afraid I won't survive tonight."
I don't know how much time passed, but Yingbao felt cold and hot. She was half-conscious and half-awake, as if she saw her mother, but she could no longer remember her mother's appearance.
They all scolded their mother, and Yingbao couldn't stand up for her mother.
Yingbao is so useless.
"Mother... Yingbao hurts so much..."
What Ying Bao saw was not an illusion. After the boy left, a woman appeared out of thin air in the woodshed.
The woman knelt down and poked Ying Bao's little face.
It was like poking an ice cube, and I was frozen!
"What the hell! I'm so young, but I can't help but beat him with my hands. What a damn thing, I'm not as good as a pig or a dog! Oh, little Yingbao's soul is about to fly!"
The woman cursed very dirty words, almost all in a beeping sound. While cursing, she drew formations on the ground with Yingbao's blood, "Little Yingbao, let me borrow your blood first. Your blood is mine anyway." Blood must first lock your soul."
The two of them were one. After Ying Bao's soul left the body, he instinctively moved towards the woman, as if he wanted to merge with her.
The woman concentrated on drawing the formation, but did not realize that Ying Bao's soul actually only had two souls and three souls.
After the formation was completed, Ying Bao's separated soul was stuffed back.
Seeing that the little man on the ground was breathing, the woman exhaled a long breath, and her hanging heart fell to the ground.
She thought that it was at this time that she met her master. The master took her away while she was still breathing, taught her techniques, raised her up, and left the world to pursue the Tao.
She is also very ambitious, talented and intelligent, and has surpassed her peers several times in just a few decades.
But it was precisely because Master changed his destiny that he inadvertently caused a lot of butterfly effects, causing him to encounter sky thunders that were rare in ten thousand years, and dozens of them! !
To know that others can ascend, just three strikes with an ordinary purple thunder will be enough.
It was as if she had offended the Thunder God and the Lightning Mother. Her body was chopped into black charcoal in one blow, and her soul almost died after two blows, let alone ten!
