The girl's footsteps gently stopped in front of the hut made of fine bamboo, hesitated, and shouted into the bamboo door: "Grandma!" The girl's face was full of nervousness, and under her shriveled eyelids, two shrewdness probed into the house through the veil, and she hesitated for a long time, but she didn't dare to enter the house.

"Qianhua come in, what are you doing standing outside. There was an old voice from the bamboo house, "Did you take off your veil again and go to the lake without telling me?" The voice was muffled, but it was full of reproach and worry. "Grandma...... I was wrong," the girl replied weakly, her little hands clenched into fists, anxiously waiting for her grandmother's punishment.

In the middle of the night, a sigh came from inside the bamboo house, "That's it, wipe off your wet hair." In the future, you are not allowed to take off your veil without my permission, and you are not allowed to go to Jialan Phoenix Lake! Later, let's find some food around here to wrap up your stomach at night!" The girl heard that her grandmother did not mean to punish her, and she breathed a sigh of relief, nodded her head quickly, and turned around and ran out.

And on the bed in the southwest of the bamboo house, the roller shutters hung heavily, and in the smoky tent, the fine Jiuding Yuntan burned incense leisurely, which was the unique incense sandalwood of the royal family and nobles, sleeping and moisturizing.

A graceful woman reclined on the bed, the green silk hanging loose. Holding a bronze mirror in one hand and stroking her cheek with the other, the woman in the bronze mirror looks seventeen, eighteen or nineteen, with light eyebrows, sweet lips, a pair of narrow phoenix eyes like light and water, and the high nose bridge makes her facial features clear and charming.

The stunning woman on the bed looked at herself in the mirror and was stunned, and muttered: "Little Jiang'er, my precious grandson, if I am not so strict with you, how can I protect you......."

The voice like dead wood broke the picturesque quiet beauty, the woman was stunned, and suddenly raised her hand to cover her lips, as if she was also disgusted by this ugly old voice, and saw the hand in the mirror that covered her face, her eyes dimmed, and she lowered her arm coyly,

"What can I do if I'm a monster, and I also affect my little Jiang'er, I don't know when I can tell her the truth...... That's it. The woman looked worriedly at her hands, which did not match her appearance, her slender fingers were thin and dry, and the skin on the back of her hands was shriveled and ugly like dehydrated berries, crumpled and drooping.

The more I looked at it, the more resentful I felt in my heart: as a cultivator with strong spiritual power in the Wuyuan Continent, he should have been like other monks, the higher his spiritual power, the less likely he was to age, but because of the "anti-life curse" of the enemy in his body, he was surviving in the pain of aging and illness! If it weren't for Na Wan Luo, I was afraid that I would .......

When the woman thought of this, she showed firmness, she will avenge this revenge one day! And she has harmed her grandson to be implicated, and if this revenge is avenged by her grandson in the future, she will have no resentment!

"Grandma!" a childish, clear voice came from outside the room, interrupting the thoughts of the woman on the bed.

"What's the matter with Qianhua?" the woman replied with a fixed mind.

"I have a great good deed today! I have picked the 'Ode to the Holy Maiden' and dedicated it to my grandmother!" the girl's voice could not contain the excitement and pride, and she carefully held a white and full pearl-sized fruit in the palm of her hand, and looked at the house with expectation.

"Qianhua, it's hard for you to have a heart. Why is the Holy Maiden ripening so early?" The woman's heart was puzzled, but she was always happy, and it was a good thing that the fruit was ripe! Then she lifted the curtain, got up and put on a silver velvet, and slowly walked out of the bamboo house.

"Grandma, this holy maiden fruit is hard to pick! The vine is so slippery that it almost fell victim to its heart-scratching poison! The girl asked for credit to the beautiful woman who came to her.

"You child, why are you so reckless? Grandma just pick it herself, this holy maiden is no more than ordinary poison, what should I do if I hurt my little ginger?" the woman looked angrily and amusefully at the girl who was a lot shorter than herself.

"As long as my grandma is happy! When my grandma is happy, she will call me by my name...... Grandma is so strict, she usually only calls me Qianhua, but she hasn't called me Xiao Jiang'er for a long time. The girl's eyes were full of starlight, and she looked at the woman in front of her aggrievedly.

The woman was silent, with a faint smile on her face, which was even more beautiful against the backdrop of silver velvet.