Twelfth, the pale moon (second update)

After entering the state of cultivation, she could not keep calm as usual, but her senses became surprisingly sharp.

According to the operation route of the third "Ice Xuangong", Bing Xuanli swims through the veins of the body. Although it is normal to have pain after breaking through, the pain is infinitely expanded, which is unusual. The correct way is to end the practice. Unfortunately, she ignored this simple common sense.

The pain intensified, and Han Jing was a little distracted. Bing Xuanli suddenly went off like a runaway wild horse, and the sharp pain came out under the left side. It hurts!" Screaming out, bean-sized sweat rolled down on her forehead.

The body seems to be messed up by a cold and piercing knife, and the pain of thousands of knives is nothing more than this. At this moment, it is really impossible to survive and die, and even fainting in pain has become an extravagant hope.

It was so painful that her whole body was as wet as washing. Han Jing thought she was really going to die this time and said silently: Mother, Jing'er misses you.

In a trance, she found a vague figure coming and thought that it was her mother who came to pick her up. Han Jing's distorted face, trying to burst into a smile and got a clear voice: "Mom!"

Whether someone spoke or not, Han Jing didn't know. She only felt that she was picked up, and then there was a slow and uniform ice mysterious input from the vest, suppressing her body to comb her wild ice mysterious power, and repairing the messy veins in her body.

The pain was slightly reduced, and Han Jing felt her mouth open, and she didn't even gasp. Before she could figure out who saved her, her consciousness sank into darkness.

The pale moon was shrouded in a dark cloud, and an electric light flashed in the depths of the sky, as if it had torn open a road in the night, and a thunderbolt fell, followed by several thunderstorms, almost blowing over the cold house.

After that, the wind blew, the sand flew and the rocks, the roaring thunder became more dense, and the heavy rain poured down.

In the morning, it was still raining heavily, and the wet cold wind blew in and it was cool. Before opening her eyes, Han Jing whispered, "Who is setting off firecrackers? It's so noisy!"

Liu Yiyuan, who came in with the stew cup, smiled softly and said, "Sister, it's thundering outside."

Holding her head and getting up, Han Jing muttered, "Is it thundering? Why does it sound like setting off firecrackers?

Quickly put the stew cup on the table. Liu Yiyuan came to help Han Jing, pulled the quilt next to her and stuffed it behind her. She said annoidly, "I won't let a maidservant guard it at night, and no one fell down after drinking tea."

"Someone can't sleep next to me, hehe." The nose feels sour and hot again. Han Jing feels that she is really sick. Seeing two stews on the table, she quickly said, "I fell asleep yesterday and forgot to drink soup. Did my sister-in-law stew it again today?" It smells so good."

Before getting married, others said that it was difficult for the young lady of the Han family to wait on, and Liu Yiyuan was still worried. After getting married, she was also very careful when dealing with Han Jing. Gradually, she found that the girl was a thorny on the surface, but not an unreasonable master, and her sister-in-law had always been kind.

Yesterday, the conflict at home made Liu Yiyuan clearly realize Han Jing's position in the hearts of her husband and three brothers. Today, the soup was delivered in the rain of the Qing Dynasty, and I couldn't help but have a deliberate idea of abusing. When she came in and saw that yesterday's soup had not moved, she was full of feelings. She didn't expect Han Jing to take the initiative to explain.

"If you like to drink, your sister-in-law will stew it for you every day." Liu Yiyuan smiled happily.

"Huh? In that case, I guess I will become a pig in less than a month, and I still don't want it. Naughty spit out her tongue, Han Jing put on her clothes and got out of bed, refused her sister-in-law's help, and did not let her maidservant serve her.

Liu Yiyuan joked, "The servants of Youyun Pavilion are too idle and should reduce their wages."

After washing three or two times, Han Jing picked up the stew cup and took a sip, and then stuck out her tongue. She didn't forget to joke in her mouth: "Yeah! Hearing this, Boss Han** came out, full of copper smell and stingy.

"It's true. Is it okay to marry into a poor family?" Liu Yiyuan sighed, and Ji'er's sister-in-law looked at each other and laughed.

is really evil. The funny words of the two sisters-in-law in the early morning spread all over the old house of the cold family before noon.

After the sister-in-law went out, the rain gradually became less and less. Han Jing lay down at the window and looked at the flower pool. Because of the spiritual spring, the flowers that never bloomed according to the season were quite lively. She took the umbrella that her mother used before and went to the flowering.

After the rainstorm, the flowers and leaves are carved like jasper, which are lovely and attractively green.

In the green leaves, yesterday, Han Jing looked at the slightly wizen blue demon girl fresh and spirit, and the red roses were even more drunk. Purple Yunying swayed like flames in the wind, and the purple rice flowers in the hidden leaf vines also emerged.

Speaking of the name of the purple rice flower, it is really exclusive to Han Jing, because she named it. As for the name of the original flower, Han Jing really doesn't remember it. She only knows that from the day she named the flower, even her father was forced by her mother to call the flower purple rice flower.

Ha ha, a child with a mother is a treasure. When her mother was there, even if she cut his beard while her father was asleep, he just pinched her face and said "naughty". Her mother refused to accept it. Dad had to apologize to her immediately. There was no need to be wronged like today. All the brothers ran away, so Dad didn't insist on beating her.

Really, I'm starting to be sentimental! Breathing, Han Jing forced herself to look away and look aside.

The strange epiphary flowers blooming at the right time, and the flowers are bright and full, looking so charming and beautiful.

The sight swept along the epiphyllum, a cluster of golden-rimmed butterflies bloomed happily, the dark purple petals stretched, and the raised pale yellow stamens swayed slightly, like butterflies slightly opening their wings and clinging in the air.

In the past, there is a black tulip, the buds are pure black, and the slightly blooming petals are like black velvet, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

According to my father's boast that it took nine cows and two tigers to get the strange flowers from the wild land.

Han Jing remembered that there was also a red one that she got back together, which was chopped and fed the fish together. At that time, she remembered clearly how her father cried and laughed.

Under the Tang pear tree on the side of the independent spiritual spring, the thoughts are like a tide, and the cold Jing is still.

The breeze blew, and a few tender leaves fell from the top of the pear, fell on the umbrella surface, and fell into the spring with the rain, floating with the water, causing her eyes to rise and fall.

The rain stopped and the clouds opened, and a bright rainbow appeared, and Han Jing sighed quietly.

When she took away the umbrella and turned around to leave, she saw that it was almost lunch time to pick up a blue demon girl and prepared to give it to her sister-in-law, so she tied it with a silk handkerchief and also took it to the flower hall.

When eating, a family gathered around and listened to her father chatting with her brothers, which was a very favorite atmosphere.

Walking to the south window of the flower hall, she heard the woman laughing loudly and lively inside. Sister Han deliberately slowed down her pace. Through the window screen, let's take a look at the inside first.

The room is full of flowers, and a group of women surrounded a young woman in purple like the moon. This young woman in purple, whose head is full of pearls, is extremely dazzling, especially the golden steps wrapped in silk and jade. Han Jing curled her lips and thought, "Is your neck sore when wearing such a big guy?"

This woman's name is Hu Yilian. She is the niece of her second aunt. She has been attached to the cold aunt since she was a child. She didn't go back to her home to get married until the year she got married. He is quite beautiful, but his eyes are taller and a little domineering. His chin is too sharp and the tip of his nose is really thinner. That's all. She was born with a mother's appearance, and she can't be picky. Han Jing hates her sharp and mean mouth very much, and always likes to target girls from poor families.

Dad and her brothers didn't arrive. Han Jing would have transferred elsewhere, or simply went to find her brothers. The conversation in the room came out and attracted her attention.

"Yanyan, you are really useless. Why don't you take the opportunity to make a scene?" Hu Yilian was not very polite to her aunt's own daughter, and she spoke as a lesson.

"You can say it." Han Yan replied sadly and muttered, "Second sister cried and complained. Does it work? The third brother dared to scold his aunts in front of his father. If you have the ability, you can try to provoke the eldest sister.

She is beautiful and white, with fresh and bright clothes. The third sister Hanyan looked like a beautiful woman. She thought she was more honest, but it turned out that she didn't say anything when she saw the second sister touched the mold. If her father's attitude was tougher, maybe she would fall into the well, right? Han Jing was a little depressed. These are all sisters. Even if they don't crawl out of the womb, there won't be a contradiction between the enemy and me.

Hu Yilian stretched out her finger with Danwen juice and nodded Han Yan, deliberately lowered her voice and said, "Little conscienceless, my sister is teaching you. Since the second sister has made the lead, you should be like this. If there are many people, you will be powerful. My uncle may be fair for you.

As soon as this word came out, others were still okay, and Han Jiao next to her said, "No, I said that the third sister Yumu's brain is not clear. Really, at that time, not only the third sister, but also the aunts cried together. Can Dad just forget that? Obviously, we have taken advantage of it. It's such a good opportunity and a waste of time.

The second sister's words made Han Jing speechless: Did my contradiction evolve so fiercely when I was a real enemy?

Hu Yilian nodded and said, "Zhaidou, the east wind always overwhelms the west wind. But it's not just between wives and concubines, but sisters and brothers are all like this. You can't even deal with that motherless girl. It's really promising.

As soon as she raised her eyebrows, Han Jingxin said, "Yo, this girl has been blatantly provoked, and she will have to go.

Before Han Jing raised her feet, Aunt Li came from the gravel path in front of the main gate of the flower hall, and her soft voice sounded: "Isn't this Miss? Come on, why don't you go in?" Her voice attracted the attention of all the women in the flower hall.

Want to embarrass my sister? Han Jing replied lurely, "It seems that this is Miss Ben's home. Why does her aunt seem to greet her poor relatives who come to fight Qiu Feng outside?"

Aunt Li smiled and said, "Miss, you misunderstood."