At the beginning of December of the ninth year of Tiansu, Qinhuai, which had been drizzling for three days in a row, was already extremely cold, with countless subtle water vapor mixed in the humid air, and the cold air went straight to the bones as soon as the northwest wind blew. The duck-colored sky was cloudy, and the gray-black clouds refused to disperse, and the sword-like cold wind swept through the fields and orchards, leaving only the roaring dead leaves and broken sand in the sky.

In the inner room of a farm on the outskirts of Jinling, there are four charcoal stoves, and the charcoal in the furnace is burning vigorously, and the thick sticky curtain in the inner room is also equipped with three layers, separating the inner room into two seasons.

In the innermost room of the inner room is a simple camphor wood stepping bed, through which the smoky purple curtain of the bed can be seen as a young girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old.

The tall and slender girl did not sleep well, her delicate and white face was too ruddy, her white porcelain-like smooth forehead was shining with fine sweat, her curly eyelashes were also trembling slightly, and her ten fingers, which were as white as jade, had already poked out of the quilt and clenched into two fists, and the sharp nails pierced the palms purple-red and did not know the pain...... These are all highlighting the uneasiness and apprehension in the girl's dream.

Yes! Shen Moyun re-entered this dream again. She's dreamed it a thousand times! But every time it hurts her to the bone! Although some of the things in the dream were not experienced by her, but only heard from her mother and mother, she could always unconsciously weave the whole story in the dream, as if every scene was her own.

At the beginning of the story, every time the postpartum weak mother hugged herself who was only born for more than ten days and cried at the feet of her grandmother, and then the father was admitted into a delicate and graceful concubine room, and then the cold and arrogant mother began to look at the world coldly, and then the young self experienced a series of disasters and small disasters for three days, and the ** in the dream always appeared when she was eight years old, because of an "accident" that almost gave her life, her personal maid Qiuxin was beaten to the point of bleeding due to the "unfavorable protector", and died.

She couldn't swim, but that time, the cold muddy water poured into her mouth and ears in February, and the girl and woman around her mysteriously "disappeared", she could not step on the mud at the bottom of the pond, nor could she catch the aquatic plants at hand. She wanted to breathe and shout for help, but as soon as she opened her mouth, a large amount of sewage mixed with sediment swarmed up, and the muddy water swallowed in a hurry and the pain that stabbed her pupils violently made the impact sound from the eardrum thicker, and her heart was clenched so painfully, as if she was about to penetrate the seven orifices at once! It scared her, and the powerless fear came from this moment to the dream, and although she was afraid, it was always able to alert her.

But this is not what she is most afraid of in her dreams, what she is most afraid of is the sound of beating boards in the yard and Qiu's hoarse cry when she opened her eyes in a daze after being rescued. In her dreams, she could always see Qiu Xin covered in blood and shouting injustice to her. She knows, her falling into the water has absolutely nothing to do with Qiu Xin! Before falling into the water, she saw that Qiu Xin's skirt had blood stains, she heard the girls say, it was called Kwai Shui, and Qiu Xin went to change her skirt because she nodded and agreed.

Lying on the bed listening to Qiu Xin's screams and the scolding of her grandmother and father in the yard, she wanted to help Qiu Xin speak, but her throat was like a bone in her throat, tearing and unable to make a sound. She tried to get out of bed, but her hands and feet were limp and weak, and her fingers couldn't even grasp the horns. She had to open her eyes and look straight at the hollow carving of the rosewood bed above her head, letting tears slip from the corners of her eyes on the red silk satin sheet, thinking of Qiu Xin's love with her beyond sisters, surrounded by that sense of powerlessness, she was like a thousand ants devouring her heart. Gradually, the cries and scolding in her ears became smaller and smaller, but the red curtain in front of her became thicker and bloodier, and gradually turned into red blood falling on her face and the corners of her mouth ......

So, after a long scream, Shen Moyun woke up as usual. At this moment, her face had receded from the abnormal flush, and instead was a weak pale. Against the backdrop of black satin-like black hair and a delicate panting, he looked even more helpless and hesitant.

The two maids hurriedly ran over, one picked up Shen Moyun, the other brought a copper basin, and twisted a hot face towel to cover her face.

"Is the girl bad again?" The round-faced maid Lan Xin carefully applied the face towel to Shen Moyun's face.

In just a moment, Shen Moyun, who had taken off the face towel, had already regained his usual calm and calm expression.

After the accident that happened when she was eight years old, her mother, who was getting sicker, in order to protect her, knelt down at the Shen family and begged all night, and then took her to her own dowry farm in Jinling on the grounds of recuperation. Three and a half years ago, before her mother died, she made only one request to her father, that is, to ask her daughter to keep filial piety for her in the Zhuangzi for three years.

Her mother was still planning for her until the last moment before she died, and she naturally couldn't live up to her mother's kindness in vain. Over the years, in addition to copying scriptures, she has followed her master to read poetry and books and study chess games according to her mother's instructions.

Reading is for the sake of understanding, and playing chess is for integrating what you have learned into the whole world, and applying what you have learned to achieve the situation of strategizing. Of course she understands that her mother is afraid that she won't be able to fight those backyard selfish pickles in the future, so she will teach her to lay out the layout early to solve the problem, right? With the tempering of the master and her own efforts, she finally trained herself into a calm and calm character.

"It's okay, it's still that dream!" Shen Moyun said lightly, wiped his hands with a face towel, and said with a smile.

Since falling into the water that year, Shen Moyun has fallen into coldness. In the past few years, after arriving in Jiangnan, I have become more and more unable to adapt.

Another Danfeng-eyed maid brought another pot of angelica water, Shen Moyun gently soaked her hand covered with dark pink chilblains in that pot, and she didn't know how many home remedies this was, she had a hand of chilblains in the first year of her coming to Jinling, no matter what method she used, she couldn't get rid of it. Just like the feeling of that home, it is clear that flesh and blood are connected, but they have repeatedly hurt her, so that she just wants to cut it clean.

"Girl, Steward Zhao from the capital mansion is here!" Danfeng's eyes and Hui Xin saw that Shen Moyun was still recruiting, and couldn't help but remind: "It's the Zhao Si who used to be in charge of the carriage and horses, and now he has actually been promoted to the deputy steward of the mansion." After saying it with a red face, Hui couldn't help gritting her teeth and hating.

Shen Moyun frowned slightly, she remembered, Steward Zhao, hum, that short, triangular eyes, drooling scoundrel when he saw a beautiful girl!

That Zhao Si was too characteristic and too obscene, so he was also one of the few servants of the Shen family that Shen Moyun remembered. Such a beam-jumping clown can actually gain a foothold in the Shen family, relying on nothing more than being good at observing words and feelings, and making a good hand of sycophants.

Four and a half years ago, when they returned to Jinling, they needed a total of four carriages to transport them, and the luggage and belongings of the first three carriages had been placed, but the last carriage had not yet been seen. Huixin, who was in charge of loading the car, was so anxious that he was afraid of missing the hour, so he had to ask Zhao Si, who was in charge of the carriage and horses, under the hint of the coachman, and after Zhao Si accepted five taels of silver, he actually pulled Huixin and kissed him twice before releasing the last carriage and horse.

In the car, Hui Xin whimpered several times, and later revealed the truth under Lan Xin's interrogation. Although Shen Moyun was only eight years old back then, he firmly remembered Zhao Si and this matter in his heart.

Although this matter was done by Zhao Si who was greedy for money and lustful, in the end, it still depends on their orphans and widows, who have no power and no power to bully, so they will be so fearless. At that time, Shen Moyun secretly made up his mind that if he saw Zhao Si again, he would avenge Hui Xinyi.

At this time, Shen Moyun looked at Hui Xin, only to see her eyebrows locked, red eyes, and her hands were tightly clutching the handkerchief. Yes, Hui Xin was only eleven years old that year, and she was slighted by a lewd scoundrel, how hateful it must be!

Shen Moyun wiped his hands, stepped forward tightly to shake Huixin's hand, and said, "Lan Xin, please ask Steward Zhao to go to the hall!" ”

I don't know what this Zhao Sili came all the way to the countryside of Jinling to do, but it is a good opportunity to practice his hands and vent his evil anger to the people around him......