The candlelight reflects a yellowish halo, outlining a warm picture, while the peep arc on the pane traces the thin edges.

The gentle and loving mother sat at the head of the bed, her daughter's head resting on her shoulder, her hair like a waterfall, revealing a timid attachment like a fledgling.

Hearing the whispers of comfort in her mother's ear, the girl nodded with tears in her eyes. Then, a white jade-like porcelain spoon touched her cherry lips, and she swallowed the medicine her mother fed little by little, without doubt......

Such a beautiful picture will never be forgotten by me.

Zhou Manyun stood under a magnolia tree in the back garden, looking at the embroidery building that sank into a dark color, his mouth full of bitterness.

The glazed cornices are beautiful, the red sandalwood pillars are straight, and the small building that is usually full of grace is like a hideous mouth in the dark night, tearing off a part of Man Yun's soul alive, causing pain.

"Is that medicine bitter?" , Zhou Manyun asked, but a pair of eyes looked up blankly at the black sky that could not be seen.

"You can taste it!" , A pocket-sized green jade bottle was pulled out of the stopper and handed to Zhou Manyun, and the hand holding the bottle under the false Taoist moon was stable and powerful.

I saw this medicine poured out of the porcelain bottle that the eldest uncle had placed on several cases.

Man Yun slowly stretched out his white and tender little hand with some hesitation.

The hesitant hand was grabbed by the void, and a drop of the liquid medicine was first dropped on the back of Man Yun's hand, he glanced at the little girl who was not afraid, lowered his head and slowly pushed the liquid away with his fingertips.

Even at night, Man Yun could see clearly, and there was an extra light pink glow of fireflies on the back of his hand, like a haode rouge.

"Yu Yanguang, lethal and poisonous, dies when you get into the belly.

The original formula was about 460 years ago, and it is rumored that the emperor of that year favored a concubine who had the color of the country, but was opposed by the government and the opposition, so he had to be sent to the cold palace. The concubine knelt down and begged, if she wanted to die, please let her die without pain and without pain, and she could maintain her beautiful face. The Son of Heaven allowed it, and used it as an excuse to delay the period of death.

But I didn't want to, and half a year later, someone offered this poison. In the test, if it can make the poison taker die quickly, and the face is like a crimson glow, the pearl is faint, and it is given to the concubine. After the death of the concubine, the spirit was suspended for more than a month, and the face was still lifelike, and the emperor caressed the corpse day and night and wept bitterly, and he could not hold his own ......"

"It's a heart-wrenching story! If he really loved her, why let her die! Looking for medicine to delay time or something, but it's all an excuse. Zhou Manyun sneered, stretched out his little hand and grabbed the jade bottle, and drank it with his neck up.

In the surprise of the false words, Man Yun's small mouth smacked, and said with a smile: "The liquid medicine is slightly sweet, and it has a light floral fragrance, but it is really not difficult to drink!" ”。

In fact, when the medicine was taken down, Zhou Manyun's heart was somewhat lost. The smell is somewhat similar, but the medicine that drank himself to death in his previous life should be sweeter.

"You're so funny!" , The Taoist priest came back to his senses, and his face immediately showed a happy smile, the five-year-old girl was obviously childish, but from cold love to calmly drinking drugs, she looked very good.

Zhou Manyun's big black and white eyes glared back fiercely.

"There was a saying that it was because the first concubine who took this poison was named Yuyan, and this poison got its name, but I think it's just a misinformation about Yuyan...... In the previous dynasty, 'Yu Yanguang' even served as a secret offering for Nanzhao...... And now, it is estimated that in the Chen Dynasty, only the inheritance of the orderly family still remains, and your Zhou family's willingness to use this medicine can be regarded as very good for her......

"And what about that white pill that melts pink when you put it in water?"

"Fleur is three drunk. The same light floral fragrance, the face of the suit is like a thin drunk, the cheeks and lips are moist, but the poison process is divided into three stages......"

"Give me a pill to taste!"

"It's gone!"

"Really? Why be so stingy......"

Zhou Manyun sat up straight from the bed board, cold sweat was dripping on her back, and after being quiet for a while, she looked around and recognized that she was still in the west wing of the inner courtyard of the Zhou family and the room where she lived with her mother.

It was already dawn and everything was clearly visible.

Zhou Manyun hurriedly rolled up the sleeves of his plain white bedclothes, and a delicate arm appeared in front of him, not only was the little snake called Silver missing, but there was no trace of it on the snow-white at all.

With a soft snort, she lowered her chaotic little head, and ten fingers were inserted into her unkempt hair, pressing hard.

In the long night, the fake Taoist priest who appeared like a ghost, the little silver snake full of spirituality, and his true and indulgent negative words and deeds under the anger of seeing the truth, were like a dream.

Is it real, or are you in a nightmare again? Zhou Manyun lifted the quilt, jumped out of bed, and stood on the floor barefoot, the floor tiles were cool and damp on the soles of her feet, making her feel steady.

"Sister! Don't give your mother a cold ......", Zhu's mother's complaint was still exaggerated and dragged on the characteristic tail note, as her fat body pressed towards Man Yun.

Zhou Manyun smiled awkwardly, letting her fiddle, dress, and feed, still remembering with a stunned gaze. stopped talking about Zhu's mother several times and stopped talking and turned a blind eye.

The daughter of the Zhou family does not marry twice, not as a concubine, if she really says and does what she says, she must follow the rules of her ancestors, just for the word chastity, how many times should Zhou Manyun die in her previous life? Although she said that she wanted to do her best in this life, she could guarantee that she would not make mistakes and disobey her relatives, but she was afraid that she would be ruthlessly manipulated by fate.

Maybe one day, Zhou Manhua will also be a lesson for himself! It's just that on this day on the fifth day of the seventh month, it's better to be optimistic about your mother first.

"Where's my mother?" After swallowing the zuihou in his mouth with chewing wax, Zhou Manyun regained a little clarity, with a faint sadness in his eyes.

Mother Zhu pursed her lips and pointed out the door with her thick fingers.

"Mother!" , Zhou Manyun stood at the door, whispering to the back of Du Shi under the corridor, with a faint sadness in his joy.

"Sister Yun!" Du Shi lowered his face towards the sun, turned around and stretched out his arms towards Man Yun.

Zhou Manyun hesitated, ran over in small steps, and hugged Du Shi's waist tightly, but at that moment he found Du Shi hugging her and hugging her tighter.

"Sister Yun! Your Manhua sister is dead. Vaguely, Man Yun seemed to feel a drop of water falling on the top of her hair, she nodded, and the voice in her ears became clearer, "I left last night." ”

Last night? Was it really last night? A trace of pain passed over Zhou Manyun's face.

The little face pressed on Du Shi's body lightly sided, Zhou Manyun found that there was a group of people in the small courtyard under the sun who were straining their faces and silencing, fiddling with the furnishings in the yard. is different from the silence when Brother Wen died, the horizontal and vertical curtain fluttered, and his eyes were white.

The mother and daughter, who were dependent on each other, watched in silence as everyone hurriedly busy, as if they were outside the hustle and bustle of the world.

"Sister Yun!" Suddenly, Du Shi, who was holding Man Yun tightly, let go of his hand, squatted down, and stared at Man Yun's eyes seriously, "Sister Yun, do you remember that I taught you in the past, the clothes and ornaments on your body should not be allowed to be taken away by others, and people should not touch these parts of your body......"

Don't remember! Whether she received such a lesson in her childhood, Zhou Manyun doesn't remember, but she remembers the lessons of her previous life very well. She stood still, and Ren Dushi patted her body in motion.

When Du Shi's words stopped for a while, Man Yun's small voice immediately sounded sharply like a chick cub who had been choked by the neck, "Mother! Is it like Sister Manhua, if her skirt is torn off, she will die? ”

Unwillingly, the experience of her previous life made Zhou Manyun's chest burn, she wanted to scream, and shouted loudly, "Why! Why! Why, the hurt woman should die, while those disgusting men can live well! ”

A plain hand blocked Man Yun's lips, so that she didn't scream, Du Shi looked at the undisguised madness on his daughter's face, and his eyes were full of distress.

"No, Sister Yun!" , A pair of arms firmly fixed Zhou Manyun in his arms again, Du Shi said in a deep voice, slowly explained, "What my mother said just now, you have to remember." But now what my mother wants to tell you, maybe you don't understand much, but remember it first, and remember it more firmly. ”

"Sister Yun! Zhou Manyun! You have to keep in mind what your mother said, everything in this world is not as precious as your life! Whatever you ...... No matter what you will encounter in the future, no matter how difficult and bitter it is, no matter what others think or say, you have to live, so that you can live. Either way, live! ”

In those days in the previous life, the warm words that rang in my ears and let myself hold on, were they the memories left by my mother for her daughter?

Zhou Manyun's little hand hesitantly raised, stroked Du's face, and touched it gently, again, again.