Cannon fodder counterattacks the scum Jianwen (5)

The exquisite pages of the book were spread out on the desk, Zhao Feixiao stared at the graceful little seal with scorching eyes, her complexion flushed with excitement.

Unlike the usual scripts that Jasper secretly bought to her, the scripts brought back by her brother were obviously more refined, the words and sentences in them were more elaborate and the content was quite different!

There was no lingering and shackled by the world, there were no parents and relatives who love vanity sticks and mandarin ducks, there was no boudoir girl who was sad at the flowers and the moon...

The women inside were so tough that Zhao Feixiao was surprised. To the point, they didn't just confine their attention to the back house and the love of men and women, but mostly had their own thoughts and ideals, they even worked hard with their own hands to create a career of their own!

It was said in the book that such a tough woman is called a strong woman and she was a model of women in the world...

With her slender white fingers gently brushing the beautiful handwriting on the script, Zhao Feixiao's eyebrows were slightly frowned. She was too ashamed to tell the words which were different. For the first time, she fell into thinking because of the contents of the script.

Because of her health, she had been raised in a deep boudoir without much contact with the outside world. Her parents and elder brother were not strict with her. Although she knew the standards set by some people in the world for women, was it true?

As a result, she was quite uncertain now.

She usually learned about the outside world through narratives. She didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the practice of talented scholars and beautiful women in narratives, but now...a weak boudoir girl who can die for love, the life is difficult or a strong woman who relies on her hands to achieve success and happiness.

Which one can she be? Which one is she?

Zhao Feixiao frowned slightly, her mind was fighting between heaven and man.

Looking at her slightly pale face in the bronze mirror, Zhao Feixiao's heart tightened.

In the storybook, isn't the woman named Lin Fei also born with bad health?

She is even worse than herself! Somehow she still has her parents and elder brother blessing with her.

The woman in the book, she was discarded by her parents because of her physical condition!

But she was far better than her.

I have been mourning all the time and sometimes even complaining in my heart that it is so unfair to live like that. Why is it that others are healthy and happy and can lead a normal life, but I'm sick and even have less than twenty years old to live? !

Lin Fei is different. She is so miserable than herself, but she has never complained about injustice. She has been working hard for life! Work hard to make her short life become as brilliant as fireworks!

Why can't she?

Her nails painted with red left a white mark on her palm. For the first time, Zhao Feixiao's eyes were filled with an unyielding look. She tightened the kerchief in her hand, only feeling that something in her heart was slowly rising.

But then thinking about her physical condition and the time wasted over the years, the courage she had just ignited in her heart was like being poured with cold water in her pocket, leaving only a trace of fire shining with a faint red light.

In the script, Lin Fei's strong and kindness finally moved God and the pain that had entangled her for more than 20 years finally disappeared. She eventually met her beloved and the two of them joined hands and reaped a happy life.

So... what about herself?

Is there no chance for me who has been living under the blessing of my family?

Or... as long as I make up my mind and start working hard from now on. One day will I be touched by God, like Lin Fei, to live a splendid life like fireworks?

Different from Zhao Feixiao, who was so excited and yearning. Inside the carriage, a sneer was on Ye Sinian's lips. His pair of phoenix eyes flashed with cold, full of evil taste.

Zi Yuan, who was in the mood just now, seemed to have been muted, lying straight on the thick bedding, all his black hair was tied to the top of his head and his red ear tips had nowhere to hide. Just like that, he was exposed to Ye sinian's sight.

Pulling the corners of his lips, Ye Sinian slapped the man's sturdy back with a threatening tone: "Brother Ziyuan, does it hurt anymore?"

His muscles trembled, Ziyuan looked at the complicated patterns under his eyelids. His eyes were a little straight, he swallowed, thinking of the painful and yet comfortable feeling when his hands were hanging on his back just now, not afraid to die, he said: "Brother Ling Qiu can rub it again and then it will not hurt much!

Ye Sinian almost laughed angrily by him, rolled his eyes madly and didn't want to fix him anymore. He just sat up from his lap.

A strange regret flashed in his heart, Zi Yuan slowly propped up his body and sat up, as if inadvertently, he quickly smoothed his Taoist robe.

Ye Sinian glanced at the man's area below the navel which was blocked by the robe. He glanced at him with a smile.

Coughing pretentiously, Zi Yuan frowned, trying to make a serious look and said, "Brother Ling Qiu, are you thinking about it?"

"What should I think about?" Ye Sinian raised his eyebrows, carelessly smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes caused by the posture just now, while asking puzzledly, did he promise to consider something?

The movement of Ye Sinian's hand paused.