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When the servant woman deceived her when she was young and secretly tribulated, when she went out to socialize and no one knew each other, when the account books were piled up and she was buried in calculations, in those lonely days when she counted more leaks, she would always fantasize that if he was around, would it be different?

Suddenly, she saw the willow green of the strange head, and the penitent husband was looking for the marquis, this thought floated in her heart more than once and was pressed. For six years, she was the only one who walked alone.

gave him a concubine, allowed his husband to be the eldest son, left his body and begged his family to run for his future, and willingly guarded his home. In the end, it came to naught, what is the use of so many years of hard work for her?

Mu Zhiyue didn't dare to go to her coffin, she didn't want to see herself with a dejected face and a bloody face before she was reincarnated. But I still want to see Cao Baisen, the man she has waited for six years, but hides behind his wife in the face of death.

In Fengzeju, where Uncle Huaiyuan lived, Mu Zhiyue saw him. On the day of his death, the cyan Xuanwen patch dress had been changed into a burlap Qi decay mourning dress, looking at his true linen clothes and grief-stricken expression, Mu Zhiyue laughed at herself inexplicably, and pulled her to make a cushion Behind her, do you have to play a husband and wife relationship?

He said that the maid named Su'er and the two surviving guards had been disposed of, and the protector was not able to keep them, and the coldness in his eyes seemed to be talking about three ants. Only then did Mu Zhiyue know that Su'er survived the rain of arrows, but died in the hands of Cao Baisen. Yes, if he does that kind of thing, he will only hide it to the death, how can he leave a living mouth.

He said that he had already sent someone to report the funeral to the Mu Mansion, but Fengyang was far away, and it would take at least half a month for the Mu family to arrive in the capital. Fu Tian's body was not good for a long time, and he had agreed with the second uncle of the Mu family, who was the only one in Beijing, to bury the Mu family first.

He said that he would record Brother Hao in Mu's name and mourn her as a sister-in-law. Brother Hao is his eldest son, Cao Baisen had mentioned before that he wanted to record Brother Hao and Jia Ge'er in Mu Zhiyue's name, she thought that one day she would have her own children, but she did not agree.

Now, he finally got what he wanted, but it was in exchange for her life. Anyway, you can't die, and you don't even have a person who fights against the flag.

Uncle Huaiyuan didn't say anything on the hospital bed, although his daughter-in-law has respected him all these years and asked the doctor to do everything. But he himself is counting the days of living, and he has to rely on his son to support the court, even if he feels that the eldest son has really lost a man's character this time, he has no position to blame him.

It was the uncle Cao Baiyan who was standing in front of the window, looking at his brother with resentment. There was nowhere to vent his resentment, so he only twisted the green brick ground under his feet with his toes again and again, as if the ground had an enmity with him, Cao Baisen said a word and he snorted there. Listening to the humming sound coming from his nostrils, Mu Zhiyue couldn't help but laugh, this kid, who doesn't smile at her on weekdays, occasionally has some rebellion against her, but now it seems that he is the only one who feels sorry for himself in this Manchurian mansion, and it is not in vain to take care of him for six years.

If you ask Mu Zhiyue if she hates Cao Baiyan, in fact, even she doesn't know.

In the face of life and death, most people will choose to protect themselves, she is just not ashamed of what Cao Baisen did. Even in the past six years, husband and wife have gathered less and separated more, and dozens of fingers have been counted when they have met, but Mu Zhiyue, as his wife, has guarded the Cao family for him so that he can make contributions outside with peace of mind, and has never had a trace of complaint, even if there is no husband and wife relationship, at least I must thank her for her dedication.

Take 10,000 steps back, he is a border general, she is a weak woman in the boudoir, how did he hide behind a woman with peace of mind when those arrows attacked?

Mu Zhiyue retreated suddenly, she didn't want to listen to it anymore, she didn't want to know how the man who had no shame calmly arranged her afterlife, how he faced her family, and how he endured the world's discussions.

The empty mansion was unusually quiet, except for the faint light in the courtyard where her coffin was placed in the distance. The rain that day seemed to be not small, it had been three days and the ground had not dried out, and the bloodstains outside the city should have been washed away by the rain. After some time, who will remember that in front of the ten-mile long pavilion, a young woman who was looking forward to the king's return died tragically under the arrows, and under the dumped corpse, she waited for the "beloved"

Day by day, she looked coldly at the people who came to mourn in the Manchurian mansion, watched the second aunt, fourth cousin, and seventh cousin crying in front of her coffin, watched the eldest brother staring at Cao Baisen hatefully, looked at the fluttering soul flag, and the long guard of honor.

In her short life, Mu Zhiyue has been so beautiful twice. The first time the gongs and drums were noisy, the sky was red, and the second time the drums were sounded, the red was replaced by white. It's only been six years, but she seems to have walked the farthest part of the long years.

Mu Zhiyue was still floating in the sky above Huaiyuanbo's Mansion, and she didn't know why she hadn't left, and she hadn't dispersed.

Until that day......

On that day, the sound of noisy footsteps came to her ears from far and near, mixed with crying and scolding, and the panic was a little harsh. Mu Zhiyue subconsciously frowned, she took care of Uncle Huaiyuan's Mansion for six years, although she was young, she acted in a dignified manner, this huge Uncle Huaiyuan's Mansion was well organized, how could there have been such a chaotic scene.

Looking up, one of my feet stumbled and almost fell from the end of the tree. The figure in a coarse white cloth uniform staggered into her eyes like this, even if she hadn't seen him for many years, Mu Zhiyue could recognize him at a glance.

Her chest seemed to be pounding, and that person was her only brother, and the softest existence in her heart.

Outsiders envy him, and the seventeen-year-old wild goose pagoda of the Mu family is inscribed; Mu Jiaerlang worships the divine doctor Qingmingzi; Mu Jialiulang is handsome and Lingyun, known as Xiao Wu Daozi. But he also sighed that the Mu family also has a Shiro who has been incomprehensible and mentally incomplete since childhood, and Mu Chenqi, the eldest son of the Mu family. When the elder brother went out with his elders and accidentally ate poisonous mushrooms and almost died, Mu Jiayan asked a famous doctor to save his life, but his intelligence only stayed at the age of three and no longer grows.

Since leaving Fengyang to Jingshi, I haven't seen my brother for five years, but that person is like engraved in my heart and never forgets. When she was young, her mother died early, and her father rarely returned home all the year round. Although grandmothers, aunts, and aunts take care of the two brothers and sisters, they can't always be by their side, and those days and nights when only the two of them are with each other go deep into the bone marrow.

How many times did I want my brother to enter Beijing, but the road was far away, and my father couldn't leave Fengyang, so there was no reason or excuse to take my brother to his side. I only met once when my father married my stepmother, and all my feelings for my brother over the years were poured out in rare things that Fengyang didn't have and the clothes, shoes and socks sewn for him. I heard that the Jiao family, who remarried his father, treated his brother well and did not treat him harshly, but Mu Zhiyue also knew that what woman could have a sincere heart for a stepson who was not a few years younger than herself, not to mention that her brother was like this, that is, he was not short of food and clothing.

The person in front of him has thick eyebrows like a distant mountain, the bridge of his nose is high and straight, his ink-like eyes are rippling with water, and his chin is slightly scumbag. If you don't move or speak, just stand there, this appearance will definitely dazzle the eyes of the little girl

I haven't seen her for a few years, but my brother's appearance is so similar to my mother, Mu Zhiyue was stunned for a moment. Ink hair tied by a piece of blue and white satin, messy sideburns, and not so neatly dressed. The elder brother came all the way from Fengyang, does he know what life and death are? What a sad fact that the person who has been thinking about her for a long time was only able to meet after her death.

Mu Zhiyue also saw her father in the crowd and the woman holding her father, it was her stepmother Jiao, both of whom were dressed in cocoons. Looking at her brother's appearance and the filial piety clothes of the three of them, she thought, this woman should be really good. Otherwise, how could he accompany his father and brother all the way to the funeral of a stepdaughter with filial piety.

Mu Zhiyue looked at her father stupidly, she hadn't seen her for a few years, and her father had added gray hair. Facing her spiritual position, Mu Zhiyue saw the water in the corners of her father's eyes and trembling hands. It's because I'm not filial, and my tired father and brother are like this.

She heard Mu Chenqi shouting to find Yue'er, he said my Yue'er; He was crying loudly, crying for the moon that could not find him; He took out a lot of letters from his bosom, and he said that he was literate, and he recognized Yue'er's letters; He rushed to his stepmother and asked her if she didn't say that she would bring him to find Yue'er, where was Yue'er?

Yue'er, Yue'er...... One by one. That's what he always calls himself. When she was a child, Mu Zhiyue was always dissatisfied, thinking that it was like a little girl's name, but she couldn't be stubborn.

The silk satin fell off, the hair was scattered, the placket was messy, and the sounds of crying and persuasion were mixed, and the scene was chaotic.

The scorching pain came again, and Mu Zhiyue slowly squatted down, raising her arm to cover her chest, hoping to relieve it somewhat. But after all, it was useless, was this to go, she thought.

She was content to see her loved ones before leaving. The divine consciousness dissipated little by little, and slowly fell into a gloom.

After a long, long time, Mu Zhiyue heard a harsh noise again, and the noise made her brows furrow tightly, why did her soul still not return? The pain in my chest was gone, but I felt a dull pain in my head and palms, and I tried to open my eyes to see how my father and brother were doing, but they didn't open them.

"Oh, don't make any noise, don't pull the young lady out quickly" A hoarse voice suddenly appeared in the hustle and bustle, and then Mu Zhiyue felt a wave of dizziness attack, and her body slid down against something, and then landed on something that seemed to be a wooden plank. Then there was a flash of light in front of her eyes, and she could feel a light even through her eyelids, and then her body was pulled forward, and someone lifted her up and laid her flat on the ground.

The doubts in my heart were even worse, how could I feel the warm touch that was placed on her? I think she could have passed through other people's bodies like a cloud of mist, but what is the situation now?

She couldn't open her eyes, and she couldn't see what was really going on.