Ah Ping is Ji's maid of marriage, the original owner was taken care of by her early and greedy, and the original owner couldn't bear to die for Ah Ping, who had worked hard for her for half his life, so he had to endure it with humiliation. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Six months later, the original owner left Jiang with the wedding convoy and came to Zhao.

As soon as she came to Zhao Kingdom, the original owner made up her mind not to serve King Zhao, so she specially moved to the farthest and most humble courtyard of Yiling Palace, where Princess Duanyang lived.

Where would Princess Duanyang care about these status wives, in her opinion, those are all robbing men with her, she wishes there were a few more fake and high-minded like the original owner.

Princess Duanyang's silence allowed the original owner to get a quiet life for a year, and a year later, Princess Duanyang was defeated by Yuan Yun from Wei Guolai, and King Zhao was tired of Duanyang's glamorous and arrogant meal, and drank Yuan Yun's lively and delicate porridge instead.

Princess Duanyang was annoyed and resentful, but remembered the original owner who did not fight or grab, and left the world independent.

Duanyang ordered someone to find the original owner, asking her to serve King Zhao, the original owner naturally refused, Duanyang angrily cut off her monthly payment, although the original owner in the Shi family was also squeezed by the Zhou family and her pair of children, but never starved, insisted on a few days, and had no choice but to compromise when he was dying.

One day after that, after the operation of Princess Duanyang, the original owner accidentally met King Zhao, and King Zhao was immediately moved when he saw the original owner of the beautiful and incomprehensible things.

One night later, King Zhao was interested in the original owner, not only sealed the beauty, but also pampered for three days in a row, Yuan Yun heard about it, and immediately played the piano and flirted with it, and pulled King Zhao back.

Three days later, a group of palace maids broke into the original owner's courtyard, and after a while, the original owner was tied to King Zhao and a group of palace concubines, looking at the villain in the hands of the palace maid and Yuan Yun's birthday, the original owner had a hard time arguing, so he could only ask Princess Duanyang to save him, but Duanyang only glanced at her indifferently, and actually said to King Zhao that he should act according to the rules, which won King Zhao's appreciation.

Looking at Duanyang who was so indifferent and sleeved, and Yuan Yun, who was pretending to be weak but smiling extremely flamboyantly beside King Zhao, what else did the original owner not understand, King Zhao's whim treated each other differently, which made these two take precautions, Yuan Yun made an assassination, and Duanyang chose to watch coldly.

The original owner was dragged away by the palace maid in despair, obviously serving King Zhao on Duanyang's orders, but he was treated as an insignificant chess piece and discarded casually.

The original owner stared at the towering temple in front of him, and with deep resentment, he was killed by a living staff under the stone steps, and the bright red blood flowed like a bright ribbon on the cold bluestone slab.

After accepting this memory, Shi Lan let out a long breath, and the red all over the ground was like a lingering red veil, lingering in front of her, which made her feel as uncomfortable as if she had blocked a stone.

There was a faint sound of footsteps outside the door, and Ah Ping took the cooked corn porridge and put it on the table next to the bed, "Girl, this corn porridge is very bad, with a freshly stained cucumber, you can use some." ”

Shi Lan responded in a low voice, lifted the quilt, and leaned towards the side of the table, the original owner didn't know how long he had been hungry, and Shi Lan, who had possessed him at this time, felt that he could swallow a cow.

The food in this era is too simple, and corn is not delicious to eat, Shi Lan frowned slightly, drank the warm porridge in one gulp, and thought about how to find justice for the original owner.

After passing through several worlds, the original owner is the one who has ever died the worst Shi Lan has ever seen, and his internal organs have been broken with a wooden cane, the kind of pain that he can't die if he wants to die, and can only wait for all the blood to drain, just by receiving the memory, Shi Lan can't bear it, not to mention the original owner, who has experienced it firsthand.

After drinking the porridge tastelessly, Shi Lan put down the spoon, looked up at Ah Ping, and said according to the old habit of the original owner: "Fei, Ah Lan is not sensible, it makes you sad." ”

Ah Ping's throat tightened, and his sour eyes immediately turned red, "Girl, don't say that, as long as the girl is well, the slave is willing to die." ”

Shi Lan sighed lowly, understanding that her words were sincere, Ah Ping also followed the original owner to Zhao Kingdom, but on the way she was unaccustomed to the water and soil, contracted illness, and died of illness before she arrived in Zhao Kingdom, and she was not at ease with the original owner before leaving.

"If you are in good health, you will definitely be able to live a long and healthy life, don't say such frustrating words in the future," Shi Lan lowered his eyes, covered the complexity under his eyes, and said in a low voice.

Ah Ping quickly touched the water in the corner of his eyes, and said with a forced smile: "The girl is right, Shicai is a slave who is out of shape." ”

Shi Lan sighed slightly in her heart, but didn't say anything more.

In the early morning of the next day, Shi Lan tied up her long hair loosely in the mirror and looked at her face in the mirror.

In the dim mirror, the delicate face that was as white as jade was faintly visible, and the black eyes that were painted into ink looked indifferently at everything outside the mirror.

Shi Lan looked at the dark eyes in the mirror silently, and after a long time, she smiled faintly, shook her knee-length sleeves, put on a hat covered with tulle, and walked out.

Ah Ping followed closely behind Shi Lan, passing through the noisy and lively street market, passing through the alleys, Ah Ping finally couldn't help the doubts in his heart, and asked, "Girl, where are we going?" ”

Shi Lan tilted her head slightly, squinted at the solemn house not far away, and said in a low voice, "Let's go see my cousin." ”

Ah Ping opened his mouth slightly in surprise, looking at Shi Lan who was covering his face with a thin veil, and couldn't help muttering in his heart.

Shi Lan didn't look back, and he also knew the doubts in Ah Ping's heart, the original owner didn't like this deviant cousin since he was a child, and he didn't understand his behavior of abandoning the identity of the scholar clan to make a witch, plus Shi's father always had a half-concealed disgust for him, which led to the original owner only seeing this cousin two or three times in his life.

But it was these only two or three sides that made Shi Lan feel that this cousin liked and loved the original owner, and Shi Lan was very interested in the witchcraft he knew.

In this era, there is a deep study of the theory of ghosts and gods, and it is a little difficult for Shi Lan to realize the wish of the original owner with only what she has learned so far, but if she adds mysterious witchcraft, it will be easy.

Gently knocking on the closed door, the door opened from the inside after a few breaths, and a seven or eight-year-old boy turned his eyes to look at Shi Lan, and without waiting for Shi Lan to answer, he said to himself: "My lord is unwell and does not see outsiders, girl, please go back." ”

Shi Lan looked at the little boy with a puffed bun face and smiled slightly, "My surname is Shi, and I am tired of Xiaolang coming back, so I said that the younger generations in the clan came to visit." ”

Xiao Tong frowned, glanced at Shi Lan dissatisfied, and slammed the door shut, and the sound of a rapid running became farther and farther away.

After a while, the little boy opened the door again, with a crimson on his face after running quickly, "Lord Lang invites the two of you to come in and talk." ”

Shi Lan nodded, and followed the child through the lush bamboo forest to the small building made of bamboo and wood.

The little boy respectfully saluted towards the bamboo building and slowly retreated.

Shi Lan took off her hat, turned her head sideways and motioned for Ah Pingdi to wait, and walked into the small hug alone.

As soon as she entered the door, Shi Lan saw a jade man in white clothes and black hair sitting crookedly on the couch, his slender eyes slanted at her, and his red lips were slightly raised, as if he was happy and as if he was pretending to cover up.

Shi Lan smiled at the corner of her mouth, slowly walked to the couch, and bowed, "Uncle Cousin is well." ”

Ji Lang threw down the black chess piece in his hand, straightened his posture slightly, and raised his hand to signal her to get up, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Ah Lan is more polite than before." ”