June 15, 15th year of Chen Chaoyongde, Liuye Hutong, Fengjin County, Pingzhou.

In the west wing of the small courtyard, a little girl of five or six years old was lying on the plain boxwood plank bed, her hands pressed her lower abdomen tightly, her knees were bent, her whole body was painfully arched into a shrimp shape, her eyes were closed, and her forehead was drenched in cold sweat.

A young woman sitting on the side of the bed hurriedly clasped the little girl's lips with her hand, and the bead-like little teeth bit the back of the woman's white hand, leaving two deep tooth marks, with a faint bloodshot.

The blood poured into his lips and rekindled the intense pain that welled up in the young child's body from the depths of his body.

The tiny body swooped forward like a bow that had suddenly broken its strings, and fell on the woman's lap, and a large mouthful of dark purple blood spurted out and fell on the edge of the bed and the dark floor.

"Sister Yun!" Almost simultaneously, the room resounded with one exclamation after another.

An old doctor with a white beard was standing at his desk by the window, frowning and thinking about the pulse case that had just been diagnosed, but it was difficult to write the prescription.

When he heard the movement, he hurriedly rushed forward and once again grabbed the little girl's pulse.

After a while, the old doctor put down the child's slender wrist, looked down at the blood on the ground, and shook his head helplessly.

Recently, the old doctor has witnessed the death of several children in the county town due to the May child plague, but it is the first time in his life that the girl in front of him seems to be sick but seems to have been poisoned.

Maybe there was a secret poison on this child, and it happened to catch up with the epidemic, so it became weird. The old doctor looked at the young woman with a face full of sorrow but did not hide her beauty, and his heart sank, and he swallowed back the words of doubt.

This host's family is just a passer-by who travels through Fengjin, and more things are better than less, so as not to cause unnecessary right and wrong.

The old doctor, who was not sure of the idea of treating the disease, secretly asked the medicine boy who followed him to quickly pack up the medical box, but he was holding his beard with dignity, slowly turned around, and whispered sorry to the sick child's mother.

"Do you want to prepare for the aftermath of your child?" , Sending the old doctor away, the beautiful woman who turned around muttered a recount, her tearful eyes closed gently, and then suddenly opened, revealing a firmness from the inside out.

"Mother Zhu, bring that bitter herb to Sister Yun to eat!"

After a short time, Zhou Manyun's unconscious little body was steadily lifted up by a pair of big hands, and a small spoon was handed to her pale lips with a little hesitation.

A choking sour smell seemed to arouse a gluttonous little beast hidden in Zhou Manyun's body, Xiao Manyun, who hadn't eaten medicine and food for several days, slowly opened her mouth, letting the medicine liquid seep into her throat smoothly.

"Kuxuan is poisonous and should have been used with caution, but Yun'er's condition is like this, and she can only ......take risks", in the dark, Manyun faintly heard the woman's voice as clear as ice, strange but revealing a long-lost cordiality.

After being heated and broken, it is only mildly poisonous, the smell is irritating, the aftertaste is bitter, and it will make the head have a short period of dizziness after taking it, such as drinking too much alcohol.

And the poison that killed me, I don't know its name, its taste is sweet and fragrant, and when it falls to the five internal organs and involves the tendons of the whole body, it is like the pain of being ablated from the inside out, and it has nothing to do with bitterness!

Although Zhou Manyun's consciousness was drowsy, the difference between the bitter Xuancao that she had tried back then and the deadly poison naturally came to her mind.

After drinking another sip of the medicinal soup that was brought to his mouth, Zhou Manyun flexed his fingers and vigorously picked at his delicate palm, trying to gain a little lucidity.

In the mottled light and shadow of Venus in front of him, there were several faces that were deformed and indistinguishable from each other, but they all had strange expressions of concern.

"Sister Yun!" , The young woman who had been staring at Man Yun saw her eyelashes move lightly, and she called out in surprise, and held up Man Yun's cold little hand on her warm pink cheeks, "Yun'er...... Man Yun ...... Mother is here! ”

Mother? My mother should have died when I was five years old! Where do I still have a mother?

A tear slipped from the corner of Man Yun's eyes, and his slightly open mouth unconsciously called out a faint voice, "Mother......"

In the West Chamber, because of the cry of Manyun who had been in a coma for several days, fell into chaos, but Zhou Manyun, who set off the waves, tilted his little head and fell asleep.

It's black, and it never ends......

Zhou Manyun walked alone, unable to find any light and exit. But there was something in her body that was biting and screaming from the inside out, endlessly.

Before she could answer, the small sound in her body suddenly squeezed into a small swaddling cloth in her arms.

The newborn child, with pink skin, has small transparent ears curled up against the side of his head, his eyes are tightly closed, and his small mouth keeps opening and closing, and he screams sharply with his cry, "As a mother, you are not worthy!" Not worthy ......"

Zhou Manyun let go of his hand with a scream, and the bruised dead baby flew down.

Her round little head hit the ground, and a puddle of blood splashed on her corpse that had fallen to the ground at some point, and her purple-black lips were glued with a bewitching blood red.

The blood of the loved ones seeped into the throat, the boundless red flame ignited, and the two corpses, one large and one small, were burned clean from the inside out......

"Don't!" , With a scream, Zhou Manyun's big eyes suddenly opened, and tears flowed down from his eyes like a waterfall.

"Sister Yun!" Hearing the sound, the cotton curtain was lifted and rushed into the room in a hurry, a tall fat woman, with a round cake face and double chin, a white background and a red flower dress tightly clutching the two balls that were about to burst out on her chest, and a blue skirt was loosely tied on her lower body, with her sleeves pulled high, revealing two wheat-colored thick arms.

In Zhou Manyun's stunned, the fat woman sat down on the edge of the bed, a big hand with a thin callus neatly reached into the quilt, neatly pulled out Zhou Manyun's defensive little hand, and gently rubbed it on her stomach.

The fat woman's mouth was as fast as her hand, and she burst out in a series of hurriedly, "Sister, tell your mother, what kind of pain do you feel?" Do you want to eat? Still want to......"

But without waiting for Zhou Manyun to respond, the fat woman turned her head again, and looked at the slightly moving cotton curtain at the door with an angry voice, "Xiaoman, where did you just die, why don't you get me in quickly!" ”

"Mother Zhu, I'm going to serve medicine to my sister!" The whisper of a girl sounded timidly as she trotted into the house.

The fat woman half-helped Zhou Manyun up with a grunt, and a bowl of warm decoction was delivered to Zhou Manyun's lips.

The fat woman who was called Zhu's mother still had a fresh earthy smell on her body, and there was still green and yellow in the fingers of the bowl, and the two fat and soft lumps of flesh on her chest pressed against Man Yun's thin back, making Man Yun feel a little shy and reluctant out of thin air, but she strangely wanted to be close.

Zhou Manyun opened her mouth stupidly, and a bowl of dark green and fishy decoction was quickly swallowed by her without a trickle.

"Sister, you're so good today!" , Mother Zhu's hand stroked Manyun's hair with relief, carefully put her back on the bed again, and pulled the quilt.

Looking blankly at the beams hanging high above the roof, Zhou Manyun's consciousness gradually became clear in the breeze brought by Zhu's mother's gently swaying fan.