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The 20th year of Chongxuan, the winter solstice.
The weather was already a bit cold. Meng Yunxian got up early to burn firewood and boil hot water. During this period, she ate a few bites of dry food left over from yesterday. After the water was boiled, she closed the doors and windows, washed and bathed.
In the hot room, she carefully took out a set of bamboo green and white hemmed jackets and skirts and put them on herself.
This is her favorite dress.
Her long black hair was tied casually with a hair tie. She was clearly only thirteen or fourteen years old, but she looked mature and beautiful because of this outfit.
It's almost the same. There is still a while before the carriage of Houfu, Meng Yunxian went out with a basket with a fragrant candle ingot.
The small graves were piled hastily, high and low, and there was not even a tombstone. Meng Yunxian suddenly thought of the little brother from the same village who helped her bury her mother's ashes.
Shaking her head to clear her mind of other people, she knelt down and placed the ingot candle on Mrs. Zheng. The young and gentle voice is mature and cute because of the serious tone.
"I buried you here without asking you what you meant. Please don't be angry again."
"There is a message over there that you made a mistake in the past and you will never be able to return to the Marquis Mansion in this life, so even the ashes can't be used."
"Now think about it, you like to be angry and irritated all the time. Maybe it has something to do with the Hou Mansion."
After saying a few words, Meng Yunxian was shocked to realize that she couldn't even say a soft word to her mother. She decided to follow her own heart and end this farewell.
"I'm leaving. You often say that we are mother and daughter, connected by blood. Now you have not waited for this opportunity to return to the place that has made you depressed all your life, so you should think that I am going back on your behalf."
She stood up and dusted herself off.
Seeing this little grave bag, I actually thought of the little brother who helped.
She felt that she was the most unfilial daughter in the world. She said goodbye to her mother and kept thinking about others.
Although this "other person" took care of her silently for many years, he left without saying a single hello.
The position of the hillside was just enough to see a turning after entering the village. Meng Yunxian saw from a distance that a carriage was approaching the village. She did not dare to keep the people in the Hou Mansion waiting, so she quickly ran home with her skirt in hand.
As I ran, many pictures suddenly popped up in my mind¡ª¡ª
In the narrow hut, she huddled in the corner to protect her arm that had just been beaten with blood by her mother, refusing to let the young man in front of her apply the medicine.
The young man had never been gentle at all. He grabbed her hand with a cold face and applied the medicine accurately and neatly.
After the herb is cooled, it gradually stings.
She looked at her arms, tears falling down.
"If I were you, I wouldn't cry."
She raised her little head and said in a soft voice, "Why?"
Although she didn¡¯t know where he came from, he always knew a lot of things that she didn¡¯t know. Even the place she secretly traced in her dreams at midnight, he seemed to know very well.
"In front of your mother, even if you are punished a thousand times, none of them will be fatal. But in those hypocritical and flashy places, once is enough to die without a burial place. You have been beaten like this and still have the strength to keep your temper. If she refuses to take medicine, she is not even close to death, so there is nothing to cry about." The fact that she is the concubine of the Hou family is not a secret in front of Zhou Ke.
Having heard this kind of thing so often, she was filled with fear of that unfamiliar place.
"Brother Zhou, is the Hou Mansion really as scary as you said? You have never been there."
The little brother who loved to read and was taciturn would always give her a cold look at this time: "You seem to be quite curious."
She put her hands behind her back and her eyes were flying around to hide her inner feelings.
Brother Zhou withdrew his gaze, and the old man turned over a page of the book: "There are too many children of common people who have been sent away from wealthy families. Not long ago, a young lady from a neighboring village who recognized her ancestors and returned to her family came bounding back. I came back sideways. Seeing that you are looking forward to it, find a place you like in the back mountain as soon as possible. Although you can't choose your favorite place of birth, you can choose your favorite resting place. Isn't it meaningful? "
She was so scared that she hugged his arm and shivered.
During the seven years of being together, Zhou Ke¡¯s existence seemed to be to ridicule her, hit her, and scare her. Such a heinous existence should have gone far away as soon as possible.After being hesitant and finally feeling at ease, she finally wiped away the sweat all over her body, put on new clean clothes, and covered her with a warm and dry mattress that seemed to smell of warm sunshine. When she hugged herself tightly again, she could vaguely feel the embroidered patterns on the clothes draped over her body.
Growing up, her clothes were made of the most common solid-color materials. The first time she wore clothes with embroidered patterns was the clothes of brother Zhou Ke.
My eyes suddenly opened, and it turned out that I woke up from the cold when I kicked the quilt.
Were you dreaming just now?
Xiang Lian was already asleep on the other side of the screen, while Nanny Song opened a room for herself.
Meng Yunxian stood up, reached for her clothes, and touched the coat and skirt prepared by Li Hu.
She put on her clothes, carefully opened the window in the room, and saw a bright moon in the sky.
Meng Yunxian put her hands together and made a wish.
Now that her mother has passed away, what awaits her is a house she has never had contact with. Even the only reliable person who might be able to help her collect her body and bury it in the Feng Shui treasure land she personally selected has left.
She can¡¯t die easily on the way forward.
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Under the same bright moon, Zhou Mingjun woke up and stood in front of the window for the third time.
The servant who was serving the palace entered the bedroom almost immediately to hold the lamp, and waited carefully.
Since the fifth prince returned to the palace, he has never had a peaceful night's sleep. He has to get up four or five times every night. Fortunately, this prince is not too angry to get up. When he wakes up, he stands at the window for a while, and then he wakes up by himself after a while. Go back to sleep until next time you wake up.
Just before dawn, Zhou Mingjun woke up again, and a palace attendant hurriedly entered the fifth prince's bedroom and presented him with a small purse.
"Fifth Prince, Old Man Li sent something from your old residence. He said it is a very important belonging for you. It has been sent to you in a hurry from 800 miles away."
Zhou Mingjun moved his slightly stiff fingers and took the small purse with fine stitches. Wherever his fingertips touched, he seemed to feel the contents of the purse.
He opened his purse and took out a small piece of cloth. After a while, his eyes turned slightly red.
"Idiot."
What are you worrying about? You won¡¯t die.
In the surprised eyes of the palace people, Zhou Mingjun carefully folded the strip of cloth and put it back, and placed the purse near his heart.
What¡¯s even more surprising is that from this moment on, the fifth prince¡¯s problem of being unable to sleep at night was cured without medicine.
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Since Princess Shengyang was sent back three years after her marriage, the rumors about her in the capital have never stopped.
After three years of marriage, they have many children. He must be unchaste!
She was an abandoned wife in a foreign country, and her title was revoked. The road ahead is difficult!
Twenty generals and five, no one cares. Doomed lonely life.
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A woman who has made a good living by virtue of her strength prepares a table of fragrant rice for the men who come to ask for marriage.
She smiled with an unparalleled charm: "Look at this bowl, it's big and round, look at this rice, it's soft and fragrant. If any of you follow me, you'll have to eat it from now on."
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At the celebration banquet, the war god Dayu, who was invincible and filled with murderous intent, wanted nothing but food from Princess Shengyang himself.
In front of the public, Princess Shengyang held the rice with her bare hands and stuffed it into his mouth with a sinister smirk.
The man licked her fingertips with nostalgia, raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"The softer the rice, the more fragrant it is."
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