The vicious villain is in luck again

An Ran couldn't understand the meaning of the smile on Wen Feiran's face, but felt that it was somehow dangerous.

She didn't say anything and carefully lifted her feet and moved them away.

Wen Feiran's eyes followed the movement of the foot, and his gaze fell on her ankle.

In fact, there was nothing special or good-looking about it. One of An Ran's feet was completely covered by his trouser leg and shoes, and he could only see the pattern outlined by the thin lines on the trouser leg.

The jagged petals bloomed one after another, each one different and flamboyant, as if splashed with bright red ink, flowing on the crescent-white brocade, seeping into the silk threads bit by bit, along the

It swims with the texture of the brocade, and when it emerges, it has a bit of vitality.

Wen Feiran couldn't help but wonder what kind of flower it was embroidered on.

He has been in the palace for more than ten years, and with the honor and status of his mother and concubine, he has not seen any good things? But An Ran has no impression of the patterns on the trouser legs.

Maybe this is just an ordinary little flower among the people.

Staring at it, Wen Feiran was attracted by the curvature of the brocade hanging down. The pattern formed a circle along the ankle, loosely surrounding An Ran's ankle, like a series of complicated anklets.

What should these encircled feet look like?

Is it fair and slender, something he can hold with one hand?

If you use brute force, it should be able to break.

He knew that the concubines and princesses raised in the deep palace were like this. They were born delicate and weak, with pitifully thin arms, waist and legs. They would take three breaths every time they took a step, and they would have to breathe when the sun was stronger.

If it is exposed to the sun, it will be knocked unconscious if it encounters a heavy rain. If there is another strong wind, I am afraid that people will be knocked down and unable to get up.

They are really too weak. Once something happens to them, they will just open their eyes with different shapes. When their eyelids touch up and down, they will shed tears, staining their whole body like a ruin in the bitter water.

Lotus has suffered great grievances and injustices.

After a few drops of tears flowed, the person fell down on the ground or bed and made no sound.

This silent scene must appear in front of his father.

As soon as the person falls, everything will be easy to talk about, because his passionate father will definitely take a few steps to catch the thin beauty, calling out sadly and worriedly, and no longer care about anything else, it seems that the whole world

It was just her and him.

Among them, the weakest one is his mother. She is as weak as a piece of white paper. It will break into pieces when rubbed. She stays in bed all year round and cannot stop taking medicine every day. She drinks it like running water all year round.

, but the body and bones never got better.

Although others are weak, they are far from the level of his mother who is about to leave at any time but still hangs on a few threads of life. These few threads of life make her whole body show a broken beauty.

Because of this broken beauty, my mother became the most special person in the palace, and the one who could not leave the palace the most.

Because only the most noble people in the world can afford her medicine.

Even for this medicine, my mother would try her best to keep her father.

Therefore, she tried her best to show every part of her body that could attract her father's attention and nostalgia.

On the luxurious and soft brocade quilt, mother slowly took off layers of clothes, just like flower buds blooming layer by layer, revealing the most delicate and bright inner parts for people to pick.

He watched his mother stretch out a leg tremblingly, and the thin ankle trembled in the candlelight, swaying in an endearing way.

My father rewarded my mother with a pomegranate-red chain that was a tribute from other countries.

However, he had never seen the chain between his mother's wrists, until one day, when his mother twisted her foot while walking, he stepped forward to look anxiously and found the chain of bracelets under the layers of skirts.

The red is so flamboyant and the white is so dazzling, the combination of the two can be so pleasing to the eye.

Wen Feiran was stunned, but a secret embarrassment emerged in his heart.

This embarrassment made him instantly have the urge to pick up his sword and stab his passionate father.

Wen Feiran's cold

Sweat immediately spread all over his back. He didn't understand what he was embarrassed about. He didn't understand why such an impulse occurred. He didn't understand either.

He asked himself, this is just the inhuman joy between mother and father, what does it have to do with him?

Under such questioning, he sent his mother and concubine back to the palace.

And since that day, he never had the chance to see that pomegranate red chain.

As he grew older, this pomegranate red chain disappeared from his memory for a long time.

Now, looking at An Ran's feet, Wen Feiran suddenly remembered what the chain looked like.

If it is worn on her feet, it should be suitable, right?

Wen Feiran's legs ached slightly.

An Ran focused all her attention on her own feet, because her actions just now really made her feel a little embarrassed.

If she had a sixteen-year-old Wen Feiran at her feet, she wouldn't feel too much, but now that she has a ten-year-old Wen Feiran at her feet, she would have some uneasy conscience.

Anran smoothed out the wrinkles on her skirt and adjusted herself to a comfortable position.

She didn't know why but she stepped on Wen Feiran's back. Did he look particularly easy to step on?

An Ran himself was amused by this ridiculous idea.

Raising her head, An Ran's eyes inevitably passed by Wen Feiran, and she saw that his eyes were dark and there were traces of pain and confusion between his brows.

The combination of these is the confused and overwhelmed pain of an ignorant child, pitiful and cute at the same time.

Was his broken leg too painful?

An Ran was a little irritated. The county magistrate was really going to deal such a harsh hand to a child.

She said warmly, "If you keep patiently, there will be a doctor when you get back to the house."

Wen Feiran's fragile pain and confusion disappeared like ice floes on the river suddenly breaking, and what emerged was a little gentle smile.

An Ran was a little surprised by this smile.

After a year of living a frightening life of being hunted down, he finally entered Jiang Mansion, where he might be protected. However, the next day, she was twisted and sent to prison because she fainted, and her legs were broken by the self-righteous magistrate.

You can still laugh?

What's more, he didn't break his leg during the escape, but he broke it in this seemingly safe place.

If this matter was to be thrown at her, she would have to grit her teeth to remember it, and severely punish the culprit who caused her suffering.

In disbelief, she asked Wen Feiran, who was smiling lightly, "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Feiran looked at her and said slowly: "I have a good master."

An Ran was stunned.

Is this a compliment to her?

Thinking of the original owner's reputation outside, she carefully examined her feelings at the moment.

There is no sign that the soul is about to leave the body.

Does this mean that she has subtly changed Wen Feiran's view of her?

An Ran asked cautiously, "What do you mean?"

Wen Feiran didn't answer immediately. If he spoke again, it would be a question that An Ran couldn't figure out.

"Do you like the pomegranate red chain, Miss?"

It's strange why I suddenly asked her this.

An Ran subconsciously tried to touch something with her hands, but missed. Only then did she realize.

I forgot that I didn't bring Tiandao with me.

If Heaven were there, he would definitely be able to tell her what the pomegranate red chain meant.

In other words, it seemed that she had not seen Tiandao when she woke up.

Where has Heaven gone?

An Ran fell into deep thought and accidentally forgot Wen Feiran's question.

Wen Feiran's smile faded.

"Don't you like it, Miss?"

"Ah?" An Ran hasn't come back to her senses yet.

"Does the eldest lady not like pomegranate red or chains?" Wen Feiran stared at her.

"Me." An Ran straightened her back and leaned on the soft cushion again.

She tilted her head and said, "I don't have any ideas."

"I don't pay much attention to these."

The only thing that could attract An Ran's attention was a boy who suited the girl's appearance.

"Really?" Wen Feiran lowered his eyelids with an incomprehensible expression.

He laughed lowly, "Maybe the eldest lady will like it."

But within a few seconds, he sighed and said, "Maybe the eldest lady won't like it."

Is Wen Feiran obsessed with this pomegranate red chain?

She asked him, "Why do you always bring this up?"

Wen Feiran said in a hoarse voice, "The eldest lady doesn't like my pony, and loves to step on my back so much. I thought, if I give you an anklet to tie around your ankle, you will see the beautiful chain when you step on me.

Maybe I’ll feel happier.”

An Ran didn't know what to say in reply to him.

He must be too naughty.

As the ninth prince who is smart and has a high status, Wen Feiran must be mocking her.

An Ran replied without mercy, "I've already stepped on you, but you still think I'm good?"

No one likes to be stepped on. It is not only physical harm, but also humiliation of dignity. It is impossible for Wen Feiran to bear it. Even the original owner who did not step on him was punished. She is so kind

Let alone stepping on him.

An Ran felt that he had figured out the joints. From this, it seemed that his previous words about being a good master were also ironic.

Wen Feiran's expression remained unchanged, "The eldest lady's trampling is not a real trample to me."

"Oh?" An Ran's curiosity was aroused, "Then what do you think is real stepping on?"

Wen Feiran's smile disappeared, and his eyes turned to a certain place, as if he was looking into nothingness, and his whole person fell into a state of emptiness.

Just when An Ran thought he would say something, he calmed his expression and shook his head innocently and blankly, "I don't know either."

He doesn't know what stepping on is, just like he doesn't know why he wants to kill his father when he sees the red chain on his mother's feet.

Likewise, he didn't know why he wanted to put the pomegranate red chain on An Ran.

Wen Feiran thought that if she wore the chain when stepping on him, he would let her step on it as much as she could.

Lying completely submissive at her feet, he would feel the force of her feet no matter whether they were light or heavy.

An Ran was speechless when she heard Wen Feiran's answer.

But after thinking about it, she understood again. Maybe it was because she was his master now, and he didn't tell his true thoughts in order to be able to stay in Jiang Mansion smoothly.

What's more, only the Ninth Prince Wen Feiran stepped on others, so how could others step on him? Maybe because of this, he couldn't believe his current situation.

An Ran looked at Wen Feiran's pitiful appearance at the moment, and couldn't help but become a little curious about the high-spirited man in the past.

I don’t know what Wen Feiran will look like when he regains his identity in the future. He must be very different from now.