When the Empress Becomes a Rich Family's Wasted Daughter

Rongzhen wanted to find her cell phone.

But my mind couldn't help but recall the memories of my previous deep sleep.

Rong Zhen likes lively occasions by nature. Even though she was raised in a Taoist temple, she did not learn the calmness of those who practice Taoism.

The world is still the same world.

She was full of energy and wanted to rob the rich and give to the poor, distributing her ill-gotten gains to the poor so that everyone could have enough food.

At that time, I was not very familiar with Yunyu.

She stole her cake.

Rongzhen didn't blame him. Instead, she asked him if he wanted to join him in doing something big.

The ending is.

The robbed county magistrate was furious. Relying on the local power, he arrested the refugees he disliked and threatened that if anyone surrendered, he would release them.

If no one surrenders.

All people are guilty of the same crime. Those who deserve to have their hands chopped off will have their hands chopped off, and those who deserve to have their legs broken will have their legs broken.

Rongzhen was distributing steamed buns to the two people at that time. The two were grandparents and grandchildren, but they were the same in that they were both starving to the point of being skin and bones.

The grandfather and grandson knelt on the ground and cried and thanked them repeatedly.

Turning around, Rong Zhen was exposed.

The county magistrate then released the hundreds of captured refugees and tied up Rong Zhen and beat him all night.

Does Rong Zhen blame the grandparents?

She wanted to complain.

Among the captured refugees was the old man’s son.

In fact, it’s not these people that she should blame.

It definitely shouldn't be these refugees who are hungry, sleep poorly, and displaced.

It definitely shouldn't be.

When Rongzhen was being tortured, she suddenly thought of the little boy who committed the crime with her. She wondered if he would abandon her because she had committed such a serious crime.

He is another unknown person.

In a place like this, it would be easy for the county magistrate to take the life of a little girl.

Rongzhen began to have wild thoughts.

Is this Xuantian Jue reliable or not? It is said that ordinary people are as strong as bulls. Yes, they are as strong as bulls, but there are too many people and a group of people swarmed forward.

Don't all kinds of cows have to be caught?

Rongzhen was amused by being beaten.

It makes sense that the master told me not to go down the mountain. There are tigers on the mountain, but tigers are not as scary as humans.

Rongzhen was hungry after being beaten, and suddenly thought that the cake was crispy and warm. Would it be more delicious when eating it with injuries?

She suddenly felt like crying.

I remembered the afternoon when the grandparents and grandchildren hugged each other. The old man gave most of his steamed buns to the boy, and kept comforting him....

This is what is called the love of elders...

It seems like I have never felt it before.

Even if she was beaten to death now.

No one will come to hug her, comfort her, and say it's okay...

When the pain reaches a certain extreme, the body becomes numb, the mind becomes clear, but the heart becomes extremely fragile or strong.

Rongzhen suddenly found herself to be the former.

She told her master that she came down the mountain to seek for her own life experience and to do something for the people of the world on this basis.

Now she thought of the best solution.

It's actually robbing the rich to help the poor.

But her personal experience has shown that this method is very risky.

For example, when he encountered a local corrupt official who was worse than pigs and dogs, he didn't care how many refugees died. He only hated the thief for squandering his savings of many years.

After pouring water, Rongzhen still didn't wake up.

She was put down, her wounds were painful and began to scab over, sticking to her clothes.

Rongzhen forced himself to stand up.

It's probably three o'clock outside now.

If you don't run away, you will be beaten to death.

But she was really unable to stand steadily. If she hadn't had the Xuantian Jue to protect her, an ordinary person would have been on the road to reincarnation by now.

A slight voice was heard, and Rongzhen thought she was hallucinating.

It was so quiet that she could hear mice running past, and the sound of the jailers who beat her drinking from their cups.

She told herself to open her eyes.

Only then can we find a way to escape.

This opened my eyes.

She saw a pair of bright eyes and a small head, and he groped along the edge, carefully avoiding any place where sounds were made.

In the local prison, the jailer was drinking and having fun, and a little kid sneaked in.

How ironic.

But Rongzhen didn't want to mock now.

If not for this, she would have no chance of escaping.

When he saw Rong Zhen lying half-paralyzed on the ground, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he quickly stretched out his hand and made a hushing gesture.

Then he crawled towards Rong Zhen swiftly and carefully.

Rong Zhen didn't know what she looked like now, she only knew that the little boy looked quite strong. He looked at her for a long time with a complicated expression, and finally reached out his hand and carefully stroked her shoulder.

He spoke as if he wanted to give her some comfort.

"Are you OK."

There was an inexplicable determination in his features, and he spoke quietly but firmly.

"you are right."

"You are a good guy."

He gently stroked Rongzhen's shoulders, where there were fewer scars. He seemed afraid of hurting Rongzhen, but he also wanted to do his best to comfort her.

Rongzhen's eyes were sore and painful.

She didn't cry for the whole afternoon and evening.

Now someone comes and says lightly, you are not wrong.

Her tears fell down and landed on the boy's palm. He seemed a little panicked and hurriedly caught the tears. He was a little at a loss and tried to wipe her tears with his sleeve.

"Does it hurt?"

"Did I hurt you?"

Rongzhen's tears were so big that they burned the boy's palms and wet his not-so-clean clothes.

He then looked up at the young girl. Her face was covered in blood and there were traces of tears under her eyes. It was unclear whether she was frightened or something else, but her face was so swollen that her usually lively eyes were almost invisible.

The moonlight shone through the narrow window onto the two skinny children. If you listened carefully, you could hear the laughter of the jailers drinking and chatting not far away.

The dungeon was freezing cold, with only two small bodies huddled together for warmth, confused and at a loss, yet they were each other's only comfort at that moment.

For the first time, Rongzhen felt that a little boy's shoulders were like a tall mountain. He trembled slightly, not knowing whether he was afraid or nervous.

But he chose to tell her.

you are right.

He chose to help her.

"Do not cry."

"Let's go."

"Can you still walk?"

"Want me to carry you?"

Rongzhen cried so much that she almost wanted to laugh. You have small arms and skinny legs, but I am half a head taller than you. I don’t want to crush you, and you still carry me on your back.

Perhaps the meaning revealed in Rong Zhen's half-closed eyes was too direct.

The little boy's dark and bright eyes rarely showed different emotions, anger and confusion.

He lowered his voice, but with a hint of stubbornness.

"You only weigh a few pounds, how can I not carry you?"

Rongzhen stretched out her hand and hissed in pain. She looked at the boy seriously and touched his face.

With a faint smile.

"Just hold on to me, little cookie."

The boy was slightly stunned, glanced at Rongzhen, and frowned like an adult unconsciously, as if he was somewhat resistant to the woman's nickname.

But after the tangle.

It doesn't seem so unacceptable.

His eyes were very bright, brighter than the brightest stars Rong Zhen had ever seen in the sky.

"Let's go... little girl..."