Moreover, Ying'er didn't know what to do at the moment, so she had to get on the carriage and drive all the way to Jia Cong's residence.

The capital city is huge, and the rich and poor live together.

The Xue Mansion is now in decline, and the place where it lives is just at the junction of the rich and the poor inside and outside. The place where Xue Biao lives is even more remote.

Nowadays, Jia Cong's nobility is unstoppable, and the house he lives in was specially given by the emperor. It is very close to the palace. There are only a handful of people in the capital who can have a house in such a good place.

Therefore, it is a long way from Xue Biao's residence to Jia Cong's house.

Not long after the carriage had left, heavy snow fell from the sky.

Fortunately, it was cold and there was no one on the streets of the capital, so the horses pulling the cart dared to let go and run wildly.

Even so, by the time the carriage finally arrived at the gate of the inner city, it was already dark.

At this time, the inner city gate did not allow carriages to enter the city, so they could only dismount and walk.

As a last resort, Ying'er had to jump off the carriage and go into the inner city alone. Fortunately, when she came out, Xue Biao had already explained it in detail:

As long as you look at the majestic palace, there are not many people living there. Jia Cong's house is in the alley closest to the palace, so it is very easy to find.

It's just that Xue Biao didn't expect that it would snow so heavily today. Even the majestic palace was completely buried in the heavy snow. Ying'er could only vaguely see a few tall cornices in the distance, which must be the palace.

Already.

Sure enough, the scenery in the inner city is very different from that outside. Although the high-rise buildings here are more extraordinary, they all have an independent appearance. Every house is extremely tall, but they are far apart.

Ying'er braved the heavy snow, trying her best to recall the words Xue Zhu told her, and stumbled along in the heavy snow.

Fortunately, there were very few residences in the inner city, so she managed to find Jia Cong's residence without even guessing.

Looking at the extremely elegant and unique courtyard in front of her, and then at the house with the two big characters "Jia" written on it under the cornices and brackets, Ying'er became even more hesitant for a moment, not knowing whether she should or not.

Knock on the door.

The snow is falling even harder now, and the rustling sound connects the sky and the earth. Although Ying'er is standing in front of Jia Cong's house at the moment, this house is completely covered by the shocking wind and snow, except for the scarlet red in front of her eyes.

The door, which is painted with gleaming brass nails, is not transparent at all, and its height and size cannot be seen.

Ying'er hesitated for a long time. Seeing that the sky was getting darker and the wind and snow were getting heavier, she finally suppressed her anxiety and knocked on the door.

Because there was a heavy snowstorm and it was dinner time, the ladies in the yard waited for her to knock on the door for a long time before they heard the knock on the door.

When a woman braved the crazy heavy snow to open the courtyard door, Ying'er's heart had already turned cold after waiting for a long time.

All she could think about was that Jia Cong was so rich now that he might not be able to look down on poor relatives like them.

Thinking of this, she felt inferior and self-pitying for a moment, and even secretly regretted that she shouldn't have just plunged into this circle of noble people to ask for help.

Just at this time, the courtyard door opened. The woman who came to open the door was surprised when she saw Ying'er, who had long since turned into a snowman, standing outside the door. She hurriedly asked: "You

Who is it? Is there anything important? Why is such a snowy day coming?"

Ying'er was extremely ashamed at this moment. She was about to turn around and leave, but when she thought about it, if she just turned around like this, she would probably have no way out.

As a last resort, Ying'er could only hold back the shame in her heart. Her face, which had been stiff from the cold since she woke up, trembled and she replied: "Mom...Mom...I am...I am the Xue family...Xue Baochai...

...The girl in front of her...the Ying'er in front of her..."

She was always shy and ashamed, so her voice was a little softer, but the sound of the wind and snow was loud at this moment. The woman asked several times before she heard clearly, so she hurriedly replied: "Okay, you go first

Wait? I'll go in and go back to the young master and the girls."

At this time, the sound of the wind and snow became more and more frightening, and the cold wind between heaven and earth was biting and biting into the heart, but Ying'er only felt that her face was red with embarrassment, and waves of stinging pain penetrated into the seams of her bones.

Tears of embarrassment burst out of her eyes, but they condensed on her eyelashes before they fell down her face.

If it wasn't a matter of life and death, Ying'er would definitely not be willing to endure such humiliation here.

In fact, there is nothing unusual about all these things:

She came to Jia Cong, and the doorman asked her to wait a moment. This was a normal thing. But now Ying'er was in a difficult situation, and the Xue family was now in an even more disgraceful state. It was Ying'er who couldn't help but be too sensitive.

, too anxious.

She waited anxiously outside the gate, waiting for Jia Cong to come out and meet her. But she didn't expect that the wind and snow were so heavy at the moment that it would take a long time for the old woman to come and go like this.

Therefore, Ying'er couldn't help but become suspicious again, thinking that people might look down upon her and not want to interfere with her nosy business.

Besides, she is not Baochai, and she still has some friendship with everyone. She is just a little girl next to Baochai, a slave, and a despicable person who even holds her life in the hands of others.

How could he care about her life and death?

The more Ying'er thought about it, the more she felt that she was being too sentimental, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she was too abrupt, so she deserved the rejection now!

The more she thought about it, the more she felt sad and aggrieved, and for a moment everything was despairing. She felt that the world was so vast but there was no room for a little girl like her.

The more she thought about it, the more her heart ached, and the more she thought about it, the colder her heart became.

At that moment, the little girl slowly turned around, raised her feet with difficulty and walked back.

Just die, it's better than standing at someone's door and waiting to be humiliated.

The snow is too heavy!

The snow slapped her so hard that she couldn't open her eyes.

That wind was so strong!

The thin oriole was almost blown away by the wind...

His legs were already so stiff that it was difficult to move. He finally took a step forward, but the deep foot socket left behind him was filled up by heavy snow in the blink of an eye.

There seemed to be nothing left between the sky and the earth except a vast expanse of white snow.

In the wind and snow, facing such an endless white world, the little girl Yinger, who was staggering and struggling to move forward, suddenly calmed down, no longer afraid, no longer sad, no longer desperate.

In this terrifying blizzard, she suddenly figured out:

The world between heaven and earth was originally a vast white expanse of nothingness.

Maybe everything she experienced was just an illusion, maybe the white world in front of her was her destination.

The wind and snow became more and more violent, but Ying'er's heart became more and more peaceful.

She struggled to lift her calves, which were more than half buried in the heavy snow, and took steps forward with difficulty.

It was precisely because of this rare heavy snow that Ying'er did not go far. Just when she was about to take a few steps away, there was a sudden sound of opening the door behind her, and then she heard someone calling her name anxiously: "Ying'er.

, Ying'er, but you, why are you here?"

This cry was no less than the first thunder at the creation of the world, which suddenly exploded Ying'er's cold and dead heart into pieces.

In her ecstasy, she turned around and saw a familiar figure reflected in her blurry eyes.

Jia Cong!

It's Jia Cong!

It is indeed Jia Cong!

Is he really willing to save himself?!
Chapter completed!