Rebirth Of A Noble Daughter: The Marquis Manor’s Abandoned Wife

On the carriage, Shen Yueshu could only see the beam of light outside through the gap in the carriage, until the beam of light was gradually lost in her pupils... and then she didn't know where it went.

"My sister, why is your life so bitter..."

Mrs. Shen held her daughter and burst into tears. Originally, you were the noble daughter of this general mansion. You would marry the honorable family, and you would be famous for the world and ten miles of red makeup. But now it’s because of a Shen Qing's speech. So you have nothing, everything is finished.

Mrs. Shen knew that once they left, it would be impossible for them to have the same days as before, without the support of the General’s Mansion, how they would live and where they would go back to live, relying on the softness in the burden. What kind of life they can live on, they have already enjoyed wealth, they are used to open their mouths when they eat, and stretch out their hands when they are clothed. They have their fingers not touched by the spring water. In the future, there will be no such thing. How can they live.

The carriage drove the Shen family into a dilapidated courtyard and drove them off the carriage, dozens of people, large and small.

And this dilapidated yard does not even have a bed and quilt, so how to live it, it is to make the woman of the Shen family cry again...

Of course, Shen Qingci didn’t know what happened to the Shen family. She just knew that her father had sent people away. Now the yard over there is empty, and Shen Dingshan has never thought about putting the two walls together. Get through, and then live there. They think that there are few people in the village. There are only a few people, and there is no need to live in such a big time. Besides, that place is stinky by Shen Jiayao, and some hypocrisy. He didn't think about going to the whole thing again, so the door on the other side was tightly locked, and then he lied to send it out. The stubborn child beside them and the occupants are all restricted. Later, he will wait until Shen Wenhao gets married. There are also great places.

"Daddy, isn't it delicious?"

Shen Qingci's face is all crumbs, but this small face is round and tender, it doesn't matter how you look at it.

Shen Dingshan also ate a piece, um, it's too sweet, but Shen Qingci likes to eat it, and he only knows now that his little A Ning likes to eat sweet things.

Therefore, it is a failure for him to be a dad. It is not Shen Qingci who likes to eat sweets, but all the children who like sweets.

Shen Dingshan stretched out his big hand to wipe his daughter's small face clean, but his hands were so rough that he wiped Shen Qingci's face red in a while

Shen Qingci didn't dare to say, he was just playing with his father anyway.

"Daddy, can you do A Ning a little favor?"

Shen Qingci blinked his eyes and stretched out a small finger.

It's very polite. Shen Dingshan picked up his daughter's, and then teased her daughter to play, "Let's talk, what do you want? As long as you want, Dad will help you find it."

"Daddy, this is what you said..."

Shen Qingci told Shen Dingshan what he meant in childish language.

After Shen Dingshan finished listening, he didn't even hesitate. He patted his daughter's head directly, yes, Daddy will bring you over tomorrow.

Shen Qingci's head was all hurt, but he still wanted to let his father pat her little head. Because in her previous life, even if she wanted to let her dad shoot, there was no chance.

At that time, her father was no longer there.

There is no such thing as a good dad who can do everything for her.

Inside the jail in the middle of Beijing, it’s always cold here, especially in winter, the frozen bones are like wind, but in summer, it’s extremely humid. There are only a few things held here. Repeated offenses, executions, life-related matters, but also a dozen years, decades, but no one here can be imprisoned for decades, because the people here, whether they have been imprisoned for several years or decades Yes, it won't last long.

At that time, there is only one word of death waiting for them, and when they die here, even the capital of the corpse will be thrown directly into the mass graves, no one is buried, when they are alive, they are alone, when they die, It is also to be a lonely ghost.

There are women and men locked here. Men and women are separated. But for women, the sky prison is the sky prison. There is no difference, because they are here, except that they have to endure the long darkness here day and night, cold and cold. In addition to loneliness, what they have to endure is the persecution of their bodies by the jailers.

But they are powerless to resist, they can only stay here, waiting for the day of death.

With a creak, the lock opened and an iron door opened.

A jailer grabbed a woman directly from the inside. The woman’s face was already dark and dirty, and even her hair was stuck together. She was also wearing shabby prison clothes, and her eyes were dull without any. The look.

When other people saw it, they stared numbly at the door and the jail door opened, and then closed. Everyone knows that it is better to live here than to die, but no one wants to die alone.

They are powerless to end their lives, they still want to live, they want to live forever, even if they live so insensitively, it's not as good as a pig and a dog.

The jailer took the woman out. Suddenly, the woman's eyes could not be opened by the dazzling light outside, and even hurt.

"Thank you." A bag of silver was thrown over, and also in front of the jailer. The jailer quickly took it over, but he didn't even count it, and put it in his arms.

"You are polite," he said quickly, bending over, "a female prisoner has just died here, and the young man is about to throw her body into the mass grave."

The man who lost the silver was very satisfied with the jailer’s knowledge of the current affairs. This was the only way to catch the female prisoner and throw her into Mali, and the female prisoner sat inside as if she was dead. The only difference was that she still had Breathe, she is still alive, she is also looking forward numbly, no matter where these people are going to take her, and no matter what people here are going to do to her?

No matter how miserable, there is no such thing as death, and no matter how hard it is, it is also the death.

I don’t know how long the carriage ran. She was pulled out again, and then crushed to a house. As soon as she entered, she smelled a faint plum scent, this cold floral scent, The woman’s pupils finally shrank. The clean smell was like a world compared to death row, and she smelled it greedily, and the light in the corner of her eyes became more angry. The numbness seemed to be less, she had some life, she seemed to be alive.