Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yin Qingrong woke up and saw darkness in front of her eyes.

She tentatively moved her hands and feet, and found that they were tied tightly; her mouth was stuffed with something, and she couldn't use her lower jaw.

She couldn't move or make a sound, so she no longer struggled in vain.

Yin Qingrong was lying on her back, and she slowly felt where she was.

The ground beneath me was not particularly hot. In midsummer in Beicheng, this place is extremely humid and hot; the air is thick and the smell of water slowly creeps in.

After the river surface is exposed to the sun, it will smell like this.

"Is this in the river or on the lake?"

It should be a lake.

There is still light in the sight, even layers of cover cannot cover it, it should be sunlight. She was kidnapped not long ago.

There are many lakes in Beicheng, some of which are spacious and magnificent. There is a park three miles away from her home, and her father often goes to walk the birds.

The park used to be the private garden of a certain prince, but it was confiscated after the democratic government.

The lake is wide and deep, with weeping willows hanging around it, which is quite refreshing in midsummer.

"Who wants to kidnap me?"

She thought quietly and slowly gathered her thoughts.

The person with the long house?

Due to the death of his second cousin Yin Qingyun, the eldest son was a little depressed. He was planning to maintain the marriage relationship with Zhang Linguang and was bent on sending his concubine to fill the house.

If you can't fill a house, you can also be a concubine. You must rely on the Zhang family.

"The elder shouldn't have time to deal with me. Besides, even if you have to deal with me, you can just tie me up at home. Why bother looking far away?"

Exclude the long house first.

"Are you Zhang Zhi's political enemy?"

Even if the matter between her and Zhang Zhi is too secretive, it cannot be hidden from the eyes of interested people. Just look it up and you will know the relationship between the two of them.

But she is only a "girlfriend", not a fiancée, and she has no children. What kind of harm can holding her cause to Zhang Zhi?

The possibility of being Zhang Zhi's political enemy is only 50%.

Excluding the two, an unlikely candidate floated in Yin Qingrong's mind: Xu Helan, the third young master of the Xu family.

A few days ago, when she went home after a private meeting with Zhang Zhi, Xu San went to find her.

He actually wanted to discuss marriage, and still discussed it on behalf of Xu Xi.

Yin Qingrong scolded him.

She said: "You are so bored, crawl back into your mother's belly, and the two brothers have a fight. Is there any place in this world that you are qualified to stand on?"

"No one wants me, Yin Qingrong. Being a courtesan is more noble than being the young mistress of Xu Jiaxi. You Xu family have betrayed the country and betrayed their ancestors. In a hundred years, your ancestral graves will be flattened."

She let out all the bad energy from those days.

She also said that Xu San and Xu Xi were ugly, "There are two toads that look exactly the same. Isn't that strange?"

"Why can I tell you apart? They smell different. One smells like a latrine, and the other smells like rotten fish."

In fact, there was no need for this, but Yin Qingrong was furious these days.

Xu San dared to come to the door, and she was furious from the bottom of her heart.

Later, Xu San was scolded by her and ran away. She also reflected on it and suspected that she was too rough and might force Xu San to jump over the wall.

Don't push people to the point of being extremely vicious. This is a life-saving rule.

Yin Qingrong was young after all, and she only cared about her own pleasure, so she scolded Xu San until he was furious.

Xu San is indeed very beautiful. Her family is prominent and wealthy. She may have never suffered such humiliation in her life. The stamina is too great and I must take revenge.

Yin Qingrong didn't move, her heart dropped: "Is it Xu San? Will he slowly kill me like he played with those people?"

You can cut off her tongue while she is still alive, then cut off her flesh piece by piece and throw it into the lake to feed the fish.

Or make her into a human pig, make her face stained, and send her to the circus.

Yin Qingrong felt that death was not terrible, but what was terrible was not being able to die and suffering.

She sank down and began to count.

She couldn't see the light of day, and in such darkness it was easy to extend the time, causing anxiety and fear.

She counted little by little, slowed down her breathing, and concentrated on counting.

When she first counted fifteen thousand and twenty-three, someone got on the boat, more than one person. The hull tilted and rocked slightly.

Yin Qingrong knew that it was now night.

She came home around three o'clock in the afternoon and would not go past West Point.

And the time she counted was about six hours. It's midsummer now, and the night in Beicheng is around 7:30 to 8:00.

In other words, as soon as night fell, the kidnappers couldn't wait to move her.

Where to take her?

Yin Qingrong was the fish on the chopping board. She had no choice but to take one step at a time.

She started counting again.

Less than two thousand times, the boat stopped, and the time was very fast, about half an hour.

At such a speed, he probably hasn't left the city yet, but just moved along the moat to a carrying place.

When she was carried ashore, she made no sound and pretended to be unconscious, paralyzing the opponent and looking for opportunities.

She was thrown to the ground, and someone took off her hood. The faint light still irritated Yin Qingrong's eyes.

She turned her head away and closed her eyes hard.

The other party's hand, which smelled faintly of tobacco, grabbed her hair and forced her to raise her face to look at him.

"Xu Helan?" She seemed in disbelief.

Her expression should have made the horror obvious, frightened and frightened, which pleased Mr. Xu.

He laughed.

A young, handsome and vicious face with a bright smile: "Yin Qingrong, you didn't expect to fall into my hands, did you?"

"What did you kidnap me for?" Yin Qingrong was panicking and frightened, "Let me go back. Xu Helan, if this is revealed, you will not survive."

"Of course I will let you go back." Xu Sanshao's smile did not diminish. "Wait a while, I will send someone to notify Zhang Zhi and ask him to pick you up. You two go back together, okay?"

Yin Qingrong didn't need to pretend, the shock in her eyes became more intense.

Was she kidnapped to deal with Zhang Zhi?

The Xu family has fallen and it will be difficult to recover. What resources do they have to deal with Zhang Zhi? Zhang Zhi sent people to surround this place, and Xu San would die.

"I sent someone to notify Zhang Zhi and asked him to come over. My people watched the whole journey. If he takes someone out, give him your left hand. In case he doesn't believe it, give him a token." Xu San said.

Before Yin Qingrong could recover, her left hand felt severe pain.

The pain was so heartbreaking that she couldn't control herself and screamed. That kind of pain, first it was fine and dense, then it was as severe as burning, and then it affected every pain point in the body.

Yin Qingrong gritted her teeth, her whole body trembling with severe pain.

She lowered her head.

The dagger in Xu San's hand cut off the thumb of her left hand.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

Xu San wrapped it in a kerchief, and the blood soon dyed the kerchief red.

With their fingers connected to their hearts, Yin Qingrong was in pain and her consciousness was a little blurred.

For a moment, she couldn't distinguish between earth and hell.

Xu San's people took the severed finger and sent it out.

Xu San squatted down next to her, feeling heartbroken: "I told you to be good, but you always disobey."

Yin Qingrong remembered that Zhang Zhi had told her countless times that the Xu twins were brutally murdered. They are young and handsome, and subconsciously remind people of many beautiful things, thereby ignoring their true nature.