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Han Moyu slept in the wing room of Qiuyue Pavilion, but he was groggy, he didn't know where he was, and he always thought that he was still in Wujia Village. That Wujia Village, the memory left to her was too deep, too beautiful, and too cruel, so that she could not forget it no matter what.

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She doesn't remember much about things when she was a child, especially before she was four years old. She used to feel that she was a person with no past. It was as if his memory had been broken, only occasionally flashing fragments.

But the days in Wujia Village are still vivid. It's as if it happened yesterday. At that time, she had her father and mother who loved her, and although life was hard, she was calm and happy.

She originally thought that she would always live such a quiet and happy life, but she didn't expect that accident to change her life.

She still vividly remembers that day, the group of masked men in black broke into the originally peaceful and indisputable village and set fire to Wujia Village.

Such a bloody scene shocked her deeply and she couldn't forget it. Even long after that, she could still see the flames and the scattered villagers as soon as she closed her eyes. But now, the peaceful and happy days of the past are far away from her.

On that day, her mother-in-law Mo Chunlan told her a cruel secret: that is, she was not her father's biological flesh and blood, but was stolen back from someone else's house by her mother. Hearing the news, she felt that the sky was falling apart, and her whole person was stunned.

She has always thought that she is a happy child, growing up happily under the care of her mother and father; her father weeds in the field, she goes to catch insects; her mother spins thread in the yard, and she winds the thread next to herd; sometimes she will herd sheep with the children in the village, go down to the river to fish together, go up to the trees to dig birds' nests together, catch and roast together, and sometimes go to someone's field to steal melons, vegetables and fruits, and then be chased all over the street...... Even if she runs away and sprains her ankle, some friends will carry her home......

At that time, when she did something wrong, her father and mother would apologize to others with a smile, and then reprimand her like that; after the debt collector left, she would ask distressedly: Where did you fall? Does it still hurt?

The days are as simple as that, so ordinary and happy. Although she was wearing shabby patched clothes, living in a simple thatched house, and eating light tea, she felt so happy.

She originally thought that she would always live happily like that in this remote Wujia Village, but who would have thought that this happiness would be like a vase, and when it fell to the ground, it would be completely shattered, broken and broken, and could not be spliced.

She could never forget the fire that day, the horrific massacre, and the last words that her mother cried and said to her before leaving: "You are not our own flesh and blood." Now that your family has sent someone to look for you, come with them......"

Her mother's tearful eyes have always been deeply engraved in her mind.

Hanmo Yu, who opened his eyes in a daze, grabbed the corner of the quilt with both hands, and a tear rolled out of the corner of his eye.

followed Han Changyu to the bustling capital, she looked at the magnificent Han Mansion like heaven, looked at the mother who was as beautiful as a flower but was as cold as snow, and looked at the respectful maids and attendants, she would feel so alienated and strange. Is this really her home?

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"What's wrong with Young Master Moyu?Haven't you already drunk the medicine, why haven't you woken up yet?" In the room, a middle-aged maid with tears on her face asked in a hoarse voice, stretching out her hand and tucking the corner of the quilt for Han Moyu. Her name is Mo Chunzhu and she is Mo Chunlan's sister.

"The young master's illness is clear, but her pulse is a little strange...... "After the doctor took the pulse, he stroked his beard and said slowly, frowning slightly, as if thinking.

"What's the matter, sir, but it doesn't matter. The maid Li Wan'er asked.

"I heard that the young master had lived in a farmhouse before, and had always been in good health, even if it rained in the middle of the night, he would only be infected with the general wind cold, and would not be unconscious for several days...... The little young master's illness is very fast, and he must have a very serious heart disease, and his body is weak, and the wind and cold take the opportunity to invade. Wind and cold are easy to treat, but heart disease is difficult to treat, and it needs to be calmed and recuperated to fully recover. ”

Li Wan'er looked surprised, this 11-year-old child, the doctor actually said that he was worried? What kind of heart disease did he say? How could it be? This is exactly when he is innocent, where does any sorrow come from.

"That's right, the little young master is indeed depressed, and the component of heart disease is greater than the wind and cold itself. And the old man looked at the pulse of the little master and found that it was different from ordinary people. And the pulse is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, as if there is an invisible undercurrent surging in the body, but it seems to be controlled by a more powerful force. It seems to have been hit by an extremely good **, but for some reason it hasn't caused any damage to the little master's internal organs, but don't take it lightly. The doctor ignored Li Wan'er's doubtful and surprised eyes and continued.

"You bad old man, what are you talking nonsense?!The more you talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes! What is different from ordinary people?! I asked you to come to see a doctor, not your appearance! What else do you say about poisoning, my young master has been taken care of by my sister Mo Chunlan, my sister regards him as her own, how could she let him be poisoned! You say that, is my sister Chunlan harming him?! My sister is dead, and you still give her such a charge! What kind of intentions do you have......" Mo Chunzhu was angry and hateful, and he actually cried while talking, and angrily picked up his thick arm and pushed the doctor out.

"You cunning woman, you deceive people too much!" cried the doctor, and left angrily.

There was a lot of commotion around.

Han Moyu opened her eyes and saw Mo Chunlan walking towards her with a smile. She smiled happily and wanted to pounce, but she saw a masked figure in black flashing in front of her, blocking the middle between her and Mo Chunlan. The masked man showed a sharp knife and stabbed it into Mo Chunlan's abdomen. Blood splattered everywhere. Han Moyu was stunned and wanted to rush over and hug Mo Chunlan, but Mo Chunlan's figure gradually disappeared.

What was left behind was blood all over the ground, red and red, converging into a small river, which slowly flowed to the feet of Han Moyu.

Han Moyu stood in place stunned, his heart full of pathos. Mo Chunlan's gentle smile disappeared like that, and she couldn't see it anymore.

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It's sad, it's sad.

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Han Moyu frowned, clutching his chest tightly, only to feel his throat choked and gasp. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. And just like that, she woke up. She opened her eyes and found that her face was covered with tears. She looked around. It's still that kind of room, it's still like that, although it's not luxurious, but it's full of a faint warm smell, which makes people feel so warm and want to sleep.

"How long have I been asleep?" Han Moyu didn't seem to have woken up from his dream, and he looked unfamiliar in a daze, and only spoke in a half-loud voice. The room was full of strangers, all dressed in coarse clothes and simple decorations, which did not match the room at all. At this moment, Zhengdu opened a pair of concerned eyes and looked at Han Moyu.