In the bronze mirror on which the ancient cloud pattern is circling, the ten-year-old female doll is wearing a moon-white dress made of the most expensive and rarest sand silk satin in Shacheng, the border city of Yanguo, and a dress as smooth as ice silk, which is embroidered with a hundred lotus lotus flowers with light-colored silk threads, which is refreshing and exquisite. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The doll in the mirror is very beautiful and cute, but the light of the black jewel-like eyes is not the emotion of a child—almost overflowing shock and panic.

The small pink fist clenched tightly, trembling slightly from excessive force.

With an extremely deep breath, Rong Qingjiu forced himself to calm down.

Since ancient times, blessings and misfortunes have depended on each other; Woe and blessing depend on each other. What's more, from the perspective of Rong Qingjiu in the previous life, the blessings far outweigh the disasters.

But the sudden change, leaving the familiar world, Rong Qingjiu is at a loss.

A faint sigh escaped the cherry lips of the ten-year-old girl in the mirror.

If it weren't for ,,,,the fact that the twenty-eight-year-old Rong Qingjiu could have died young, since he went to kindergarten at the age of three, he has struggled for 25 years, how can he know that once he returned to the pre-liberation period, it would be all empty!

But if you can live, you can do many things, such as hitting Rong's wine industry hard, this is this, and you can't be in a hurry.

Rong Qingjiu, who was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, kept thinking about it, and the original owner didn't have many memories left, almost all of them were spent in the small courtyard.

But the interesting thing is that in the past ten years when the original owner lived, there were no parents in this courtyard called home, and only two twin teenagers under the age of 20 took care of her.

What's even more interesting is that these two teenagers obviously hate her to death, but they take good care of the original owner for three meals a day.

I rubbed my head irritably, and the buds that were not combed very well were even more messy.

Rong Qingjiu's frowning brows furrowed even more, he took a comb, spread out his long braids, and combed them again and again. Every time she was irritable, she always liked to comb her hair, as if this would sort it out, and it turned out to be effective, but after a dozen times, she calmed down.

The short chubby fingers shuttled between the hair, carefully combed each strand of hair, a black and bright braided twist was knotted at the back of the head, picked a pink ribbon from the dresser and tied it, and then tied a beautiful bow, and called it a day. Rong Qingjiu looked at his combed hair with satisfaction.

So, it's time to get down to business, why did the original owner die?

The original owner's daily life is spent in this boxy courtyard, and he has not been out of the house for ten years, and the only thing he knows is the twins, but the two sides have been safe and sound in the past ten years.

Rong Qingjiu was even more puzzled, no one would die for no reason, either homicide or suicide, as a continuation of the original owner's life, he knew very well that the original owner had no thoughts of suicide.

So, only he was left to kill, and the first object of suspicion was the twins, the original owner's food, clothing, housing and transportation were all under their control, and it was easy to harm people's lives, but why?

Just like the pair of twins who hated the original owner in the past decade, why? The original owner is just a young child, he won't owe them anything, the grievances of the older generation, I think there is only this explanation now, the explanation is there, what we have to do now is to control the current situation, Rong Qingjiu doesn't want to die anymore.

There are so many things, Rong Qingjiu, who is an optimist, also had to smile bitterly, rebirth is really not so good to be reborn, there are a bunch of things to mention, life is not guaranteed, but being alive is the greatest luck.

Clearing his throat, "Someone." The immature voice sounded, and Rong Qingjiu touched his throat uncomfortably, and he really didn't feel comfortable.

As soon as the words fell, the carved wooden door was pushed open suddenly, and a young man about seventeen years old in a black power suit walked in with a cold face, without saying a word, and looked at Rong Qingjiu who was sitting in front of the bronze mirror with cold eyes.

Rong Qingjiu reported with the same expressionless face, through the expression of the young man in front of him after he entered the door and saw that he was sitting upright, he could basically conclude that the death of the original owner was indeed inseparable from them, so obvious Why are you not dead, why are you not dead, you are really hehe, the blind man can't see it, but he can feel it! Now I really wonder if the original owner who has been living in such an environment will really have suicidal thoughts, after all, children are the most sensitive.

"The other one should come in too, there are some things that should be talked about." The soft voice has a sense of unquestionableness.

The young man who had been looking at Rong Qingjiu coldly, other emotions finally appeared in his eyes full of hatred, doubts, people who have been with each other for ten years, every change in their every move, even if they haven't paid attention, they can still feel it.

The young man outside the house frowned, the two brothers had been taking care of each other for a day, and they would not look at it more, and now, she said this,,,

After Rong Qingjiu finished playing with the last little thing in the dresser, the people outside the house finally walked in.

The corners of his lips were lightly raised, which was very good, and he grasped the initiative to start. Isn't a twenty-eight-year-old leftover girl still playing with two seventeen-year-old boys? It's ridiculous, modern rice is not eaten for nothing.

"How long is the deadline?" If no one ordered it, how could a person who hated the original owner so much take care of the original owner for ten years? It's just that why find two people who hate the original owner to take care of the original owner, that's another question.

"Fifteen years."

Hmm, I'm not curious why she asked this, could it be that people were precocious in ancient times? "Five years is changed to half a year, on the condition that it will be used by me within half a year, and of course, do not do anything that goes against your heart."

"What?!" Almost at the same time, the two brothers lost their temper together, and they didn't hold their faces on the ice.

"Instead of spending like this with me, it's better to make a bet, after half a year, will you kill me, or I will kill you, how?" The soft voice talked about the word killing, full of a sense of disobedience, and it seemed to make the word sound a lot.