She remembers that when she was a child, her father would let her ride a big horse. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info blue sky in the sky, white clouds, green grass on the ground, she looked up at the sky, a group of indescribable birds fluttered and flew by, her father stood up suddenly, she screamed in fright, but in a blink of an eye she was hugged by her father into his arms.

In a blink of an eye, she seemed to see bloody humanoid objects tied to the cold stone pillars, and someone on the side kept scraping something with a knife. It's so vague, what's that? She couldn't control her curiosity and cautiously walked up to the stone platform.

The "humanoid object" was covered by her hair, and she brushed it away without hesitation, and a face suddenly came into view.

Yes!

The surrounding sea rumbled into her ears, nose and mouth, and she felt like the same pug that fell into the water years ago. It's embarrassing and ugly. She had never seen the sea since she was a child, and it turned out that the legendary sea was red.

Her father lied to her again.

Father! Father!

She awoke suddenly, the cold sweat on her forehead had wet the haircloth, and it was dark all around, except for the faint yellow light of the candlestick near the door.

"Miss, are you having nightmares again?" There was a confused sound on the footsteps, and the sound of rustling immediately followed.

The candlestick next to the bed was lit, and a girl in a white liner came over to wipe the sweat on her forehead with a handkerchief, and reached behind her with her right hand to gently pat her back, and her voice was vague and soft: "Miss is not afraid, the monsters have been captured by Sun Monkey!" ”

She stared straight ahead, her ears, nose and mouth still a little salty.

She had never seen how her father died, but she heard from the people in the palace that he was killed by Ling Chi, and a total of 3,754 knives were cut, and the last piece of flesh was cut, and he still had a trace of breath.

“…… Do you want to give you a story? I just played the fourth drum, and it was still early. ”

She took a deep breath.

"What story would you like to hear?"

There was a "meow" cry outside.

"The ears of the white rabbit are so good, maybe it's hungry."

White Rabbit ......

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"Why don't you tell the difference between rabbits and cats! It's a cat! The eight or nine-year-old girl's face was wrinkled into a bun, and she was holding a huge fat white cat in her arms, lazily yawning on her slender arms.

"It's a rabbit! How can cats be so fat! You see this book says: 'Long pointed ears, three-petaled lips, round belly, short legs', uncle, you are here to judge! The little boy who said this was holding a copy of the Book of Beasts in his hand, his fingers pointed vigorously to a simple drawing on the book, his eyes were deliberately wide open, and he trotted to the man in front of him, his eyes full of hope. He had his right foot cocked and his left leg slightly bent, ready to rush back to debate the girl as soon as he heard the man's affirmative reply.

"Well...... man" The man had a face similar to that of a girl, and his eyes looked at the two of them with a smile on his face, and he didn't answer.

The girl had already walked over with the cat in her arms, and her eyebrows were full of anger, "Father, you have to be impartial!" She looked at the book, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she laughed: "Qin Feng, you idiot!" This rabbit's tail is short, while the cat's tail is long! ”

The boy didn't believe it and struggled to snatch the book......

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The white rabbit was a gift from her cousin Qin Feng for her ninth birthday, a huge fat cat, lazy and greedy......

The girl on the side saw that her expression was relaxed, and she quietly stood up, stroked the quilt for her, and lay down on the couch again.

Chen Chen didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, the sun was already shining in, and from time to time there was a conversation between the maid and the maid and the sound of a few cat meows.

She gathered her thoughts, lifted the tent and hooked her shoes outside.

"White Rabbit!" She shouted, put her shoes on, and hurried out.

"Meow!" The huge fat cat was eating peacefully, but when he heard this sound, the white hair immediately stood up and rushed out like a sword!

Chen Chen looked at the back of the cat and fled, laughing, and was quite comfortable.

"Miss." The maid dragged her to wash helplessly, "You tease it so much, it's already fat." ”

This maid looked like the girl who slept on the couch last night, Chen Chen looked at her and blamed: "Why don't you go to sleep?" Isn't it sleepy? ”

The maid showed two rows of big white teeth: "Let's go here, serve you first and wash your face, don't think about fooling the slave and maid again, just wipe two handfuls and finish the work." ”

Chen Chen couldn't help but lose his mind when he saw the face reflected in the copper basin, which was what he looked like when he was ten years old.

She still felt like a dream.

It seems that yesterday was still desolate and lonely in the West Palace, and it seems that the knife was still last night......

Which is a dream? Which one is true?

She has been looking at herself in the copper basin every day for more than a month, which means that it has been more than a month since she was ten years old, and she has been dreaming for more than a month.

At first, she did it every day, she was very scared, and it has been three or four days since she dreamed about it recently, does this mean that she has begun to forget the past? Is she going to start over? Perhaps, it was originally a dream, a dream of fiction and reality, a dream of a ten-year-old summer night.

"Miss, this trick is useless! If you don't wash, Yun Ying won't go to sleep! ”

She came back to her senses abruptly and washed her face seriously, the water was at a moderate temperature, neither hot nor cold.

"The young master came to you when he went to the academy, saying that he would go directly to the Qin Mansion after class today, and he couldn't accompany you to the night market. Sister Bauhinia beside Madame has just come, so let you go to Yong'an Hall after breakfast. “

Chen Chen nodded, raised his head and asked, "What about cardamom?" ”

Yun Ying put the towel over and said, "Didn't the whole mother go home to take care of her little son, today is another day to go to the temple once every three days to pray for your blessings, the abbot said that this must be a close person, and Sister Cardamom went on behalf of the whole mother." I heard Qiao'er say that he set off at four o'clock in the morning. ”

When she woke up a month ago, she was so scared that her mother thought she was stunned, so she went to the temple every day to pray for her, and later even carried her to the temple and ate and slept with her.

She hated her mother in her previous life. Because when my mother was twelve years old, she agreed to my grandmother's nonsense and married her to her uncle. At that time, no matter how much she cried and made trouble, she even thought of hanging, and her mother hid in the house and did not see her. It can be said that her lonely and lonely life was given by her mother.

Later, she became the queen of the high. She vaguely remembered that her mother entered the palace to see her, and she ran quickly to see this "vicious" woman, but she left ahead of schedule because she was sick.

Since she entered the palace, she has not seen her mother again in her entire life. This man was like a passer-by in the first twelve years, who pampered and taught her enough during those twelve years, raised her as an adult, but in the end, sent her to the crematorium.

She hates, how can she not hate!

But when she was a "Lin Guiren", she heard that the eldest princess of Zhaoyang died in the fourth year of Jianping.

She married into the palace in the third year of Jianping.

But when my father and brother entered the palace, they never said a word, and neither did their cousins. She suspected that the people had mispassed the word, and secretly used the silver to send people to the Chen Mansion cemetery.

Zhou Wei, the eldest princess of Zhaoyang, died in Jianping for four years.

I heard that it was sad and stagnant.

There was a hint of firmness on the immature faces in the mercury mirror.

But that pair of sparkling pupils exudes infinite vicissitudes at the moment.