Feng Zhige opened his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, there is no blue and sea-like color of the Tianshui tent that she likes, there is no gentle and elegant smile of that person even if he hands her poisonous wine with his own hands, and it is not the full room of Fengwu Palace in her last memory, but ......

One, a somewhat dilapidated looking pavilion.

Xu has not been repaired for a long time, and the red paint on the pavilion is not only dull in color, but also some cracks and peeling off, and it is no longer as bright as before. The light yarn hanging lightly around the pavilion dances lightly with the breeze from time to time, bringing a burst of coolness to the pavilion.

With a slight support of his elbow, Feng Zhige sat up, but was slightly stunned after touching the warm touch of the white jade bed under him.

Where is this?

Maybe he hadn't thought about it for too long, Feng Zhige only felt chaos in his mind, and after a long time, his eyes changed from confusion to clarity.

I pressed my eyebrows and felt the scorching heat there.

With the blood of the eyebrows, plant this lotus seed, and one day in the future, maybe it will be exchanged for a chance to be reborn.

A long time ago, the old man handed her a shriveled seed and said so.

Naturally, she didn't believe it, the people in purgatory had never believed in their own strength, and how could they pin their lives on a seed that she knew had been dusty for a long time at a glance. However, out of respect for the old man, she still carried the lotus seed with her and never left her.

Until, Purgatory was burned into nothingness by a fire.

She was given a glimmer of life by the old man, and since then she has been alone, and the only thing that accompanies her is the inconspicuous lotus seed.

Maybe it was because this lotus seed was the only thing that witnessed her connection with the world she once had, so when passing through Huzhou, she suddenly remembered the old man's words and threw the lotus seed dyed with the blood of her eyebrows into the pond.

A small lotus seed, who would have thought that it could have any impact on the world?

But in the end, she was pulled out of the endless abyss!

Unexpectedly, it was just a move by Fuzhi's soul at the beginning, but it could give her a chance to do it again after the catastrophe, which was really fateful. Presumably, those who wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible must have been very disappointed to know that she could still crawl back from hell, right?

Thinking that the person handed her the poisoned wine casually, and even smiled when he saw her poisonous hair, Feng Zhige, who had never tasted what it was like to be afraid, couldn't help but feel a little frightened, but what followed was a dull pain in his heart one after another.

A little sadness flashed in her eyes, Feng Zhige couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook her head, counting her past and present lives, how could she Feng Zhige ever be so fragile now?

Growing up in purgatory, she has seen too much of the dark side of the world since she was a child, and has experienced many life and death partings, so her temperament has always been cold and indifferent, and when she came to this strange world, except for her father who loved her like a treasure and the two brothers who accompanied her since childhood, few people could leave traces in her heart. Because of this, many people even secretly doubted whether she had no heart. Even he, who was so dazzling and outstanding in the eyes of others, took ten years to get closer to her before he achieved initial results.

It's just that she didn't expect that he just warmed her heart, so he took advantage of the situation and stabbed her hard in the heart.

That kind of heartache, if you endure it once, it is enough.

One hand touched his chest and clenched it tightly into a fist, as if he wanted to grab something out of his heart and crush it again!

Since she can live again this time, the old accounts are bound to be settled, what belongs to her, she will take it back little by little, and if she loses her, she will definitely return it tenfold and hundredfold!

It's just that, looking at the slightly pale little hands in front of him, all of Feng Zhige's hearts were surging in an instant, these hands definitely belonged to a five or six-year-old child, was it really hers?

……

"Huh?" A hoarse voice with unmistakable surprise came from outside the pavilion.

Feng Zhige stared at it, and behind the white veil, a slender figure appeared at some point. Then, a pale and thin hand lifted the swaying white veil, revealing a face that wept with joy.

The woman in front of her is about twenty-three or four, with a slender figure, wearing a light green Hunan skirt embroidered with bamboo leaves, although it looks a little old, but the fabric is a rare boutique, and it is not from a poor family. A black hair is loosely tied up with only a hosta, and occasionally a few strands slide down to the forehead, which makes the gentle and dignified face even more moving.

The gaze moved to the woman's eyes, which were a pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes, and the clear eyes seemed to be filled with clear water, which was unforgettable. In these eyes, Feng Zhige saw countless sorrows and desolation.

It's just that when these eyes met Feng Zhige's eyes, they suddenly burst out with brilliance that was brighter than the sunlight outside. It was the kind of hope that finally saw the brilliance of hope after sneaking in despair for a long time.

"Nannan, you can be regarded as awake...... "As if afraid that the qiē in front of him was just a sweet dream, Mu Wan's outstretched hand paused, until he touched the child's warm face, and then affirmed that his six-year anticipation had finally come true.

Gently caressing the child's delicate face, thinking of the six years of almost hopeless waiting, the tears that had been endured in the past finally burst out of his eyes. God couldn't bear to see her alone, so he sent her a girl and let her wake up after six years, she should be content, right?

"Nan Nan ......"

After so many years, Mu Qingwan finally cried happily this time, until, she heard a hoarse and immature voice in her ears.

"Feng Zhi Song." Feng Zhige frowned and looked at the hand on his face, even if she was a human being in two lives, there were few people who were so close to her, let alone just a woman who met for the first time.

"Huh?" Mu Qingwan looked at Feng Zhige suspiciously, and her voice with a thick nasal voice was a little soft.

Feng Zhige couldn't bear to turn his head sideways, put aside the warm hands on his face, and retreated to the white jade bed, "Call me Feng Zhige." ”

Mu Qingwan was disappointed for a while because of Feng Zhige's obvious resistance, and the look in his eyes was even darker when he heard the words "Feng Zhige", "Feng Zhige, what a good name, it's just that as the eldest daughter of the Feng family, you should have been the ...... of the Ming generation" It seemed that seeing the indifference in Feng Zhige's eyes, Mu Qingwan turned to say, "Since you like it, let's call it Feng Zhige." ”

Feng Zhige turned his head and looked at the lotus pond outside the pavilion with rippling blue waves and lotus fragrance, and a pair of phoenix eyes that were very similar to Mu Qingwan narrowed slightly.

On the fourth day of the fourth month of April in the twenty-first year of the Kaiyuan Dynasty, Huzhou City is now a rare scene of ten thousand lotuses blooming. At the same time, Feng Zhige, the eldest daughter of Weiyuan Houfu, who had been sleeping for six years, woke up from her slumber.

Except for a limited number of people, the news did not attract any attention from others.