Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife

In February, the weather was cold.

In shady cells, chills are more like fine needles drilling into bones.

Yunyao leaned on the hay, her arms were bloody, but she didn't realize it. Her delicate face was filled with laughter:

“Grandma, you have to think clearly about how to talk later on in the hall. Wrong speech, you will die with Zhang Caiwang. That's right, just let him die alone. So simple, you can't choose wrong. ”

It was clearly a gentle voice like a nightingale, listened to in Li's ear in the corner, but felt like a devil's night: “Mu Yunyao, you killed people, the county master will find out the truth, will never let you go! ”

“Oh, even God is sometimes blind, let alone human. Otherwise, after all these years of abusing me and my mother, why didn't God open his eyes and let you go to hell? ”

“You... you are a demon, a debt-seeking demon! The county master will find out the truth, then chop your head off and feed your dog!” Li Shi dragged a broken leg and pulled it hard into the corner, as if it would allow him to stay away from Yunyao.

Yunyao Mu lowered his voice and slowly stood up in front of Li's family, stretching out his bruised vegetarian hands, which, although scarred, were still thin and white, soft and boneless:

“Grandma, people prefer to believe in their own eyes. I did kill people, but who would believe that I could kill a man with a tall horse? ”

Li's body had to be like a sieve bran, shouting and shouting to push Mu Yunyao to the ground.

The commissioner just walked over and saw this scene take the killer baton in his hand and wave it at Li Shi. His eyes were full of disgust: “You're still worried when you get to prison, aren't you going to fight? The county master is going to interrogate the homicide and bury the body. Let's go. ”

This old pious woman who hasn't forgotten to bully her granddaughter in prison deserves to break her legs!

Li Shi looked up at Mu Yunyao. She was facing her cold eyes. She couldn't help but regret that her bowels were blue. She should have strangled her sooner if she knew this girl was so evil!

Mu Yunyao sneered and stood up and walked to the court with the footsteps of the commissioner, but his thoughts gradually retraced, thinking about what had happened in the past few days.

Four days ago, Mu Yunyao opened his eyes and stood still. The room in front of him was small. There was a table and a stool not far away. The crude porcelain tea set was on the table, clean and tidy. There was nothing but a wooden wardrobe standing at the corner of the wall...

This is her room before she was 13!

She lay on her bed, a beautiful woman sitting beside herself in tears. Her hair was cloudy and she was weak. She still had trouble hiding her body in a cloth dress. It was her mother, Su Qing.

“Mother...”

“Yao 'er, are you awake and the wound on your back of your head still hurts?” Su Qing hastily held onto her, the tears were even more powerful, "she blamed her mother. I didn't protect you. How could Grandma and Grandma put such heavy hands on her? ”

Mu Yunyao felt the pain in the back of her brain. She reached out and touched it. It was dark in front of her eyes. She suddenly remembered. It was now two months after her father's death, her grandmother came to the house to make a scene. She went to the previous theory for two sentences and was beaten half to death by a stick.

“Mother, Mother!” Mu Yunyao plunged into Su Qing's arms. The tremendous joy echoed in her heart. She couldn't help but shed tears. She returned. She returned to the time when all the nightmares had not yet begun. Her mother and father were still alive and everything had a chance to be saved.

Su Qing stunned. She was about to squeeze her tight. As if holding the lost baby, she cried silently: “Yao 'er. ”

Mu Yunyao grabbed the tip of her tongue so that the pain could convince her that everything was not a delusion. If this is a dream, let her never wake up and she will pay for it!

All of a sudden, a screaming shout burst:

“Good for you, Su Qing, it's a darkened heart. I just want to return what belongs to my son, so you can chew your tongue and let the people in the village talk to me? Hmm, I tell you, the mother wants her son's things. It's scriptural and earthly. When my son was alive, you couldn't give us a handle. Now that he's dead, you want to take possession of my son's things. It's like losing Heaven and Heaven! ”

Listening to this sound, she felt her head buzzing, as if there were thousands of thunder in her head, and she was trembling, Li Shi, that's her grandmother Li's voice! No matter how many years have passed, this voice is like a curse, and she can't help but feel the cold.