The cold emerald phosphorus fire quickly overflowed into the deep and endless narrow corridor, and the ensuing explosion ensued with a perverse red flame devoured all visible people and things.

"Miserable! It's too late to withdraw! Yan Ji looked back at the two panicked companions with a smile. Who is so crow-mouthed and said that he wants to be born differently and die in the same cave? ”

After finishing speaking, Yan Ji held the hands of her companions who had no chance to reply, and drowned in the sea of red flames together.

......

Looking at her father's departing back, the tongue of fire spreading at her feet, she didn't run away, if all this was just a mistake, then let her life end this sad farce......

Her father closed the door as if to close their blood, and she came to the door with the burning pain, and looked at her sister outside the door staring at her in horror, her eyes full of innocence and helplessness.

She laughed, and the strange laughter filled the garden, and everyone outside the door was terrified except for her father's calmness.

She hated, why her father was still not reluctant before she died, she was also his daughter!

"Shi Yanxi! I curse you with my life and that of my children! I want you to live forever and never be happy! ”

Yan Jiao screamed in pain, even though she burned out her last life, she still stared at her twin sister outside the door......

......

The next day, Yan Ji married Wang Mingye at the urging of her father.

A few months later, I don't know if it was a coincidence or Yan Jiao's curse came true, the only son of the Wang family actually got a rare strange disease and died not long after.

Ten years later, the boy born to Yan Ji also had the same strange disease as Ming Ye and returned to the West, and Yan Xi, who had lost her support, also committed suicide by hanging herself after burying the child......

......

Yan Jiao was lying on the pear blossom wood carved bed, looking at the goose-yellow flowing gauze tent, her hands holding the silky thin quilt, and she couldn't understand what was happening for a while.

The pain and heat of the two fires just now seemed to be still engraved in the body, and the smell of burnt meat could be smelled on the tip of the nose, which obviously showed that everything was not a dream.

Looking at the soft pink carving-like little hands blankly, the original pink and pale green Luanwei flower tail ring is gone, and the flower ring pattern has become a left and right side of the side, which surrounds the entire tail finger like a brand, and is as soft as a blister after a burn, and the stinging sensation of the scalding skin is still twisted into the eyebrows.

Yan Ji looked at the original titanium tool ring, which is the only ring mark that can prove that he has struggled for life for 30 years, and the traces of light pink and light blue have sunk into the skin like tattoos and become elegant carvings.

The huge memories that slowly poured into her mind made her staggered.

Not unexpectedly, she was fortunate to live again and again, this heavy life is not her own life, but the protagonist who was burned again after crossing over, and even more obedient is that she has the memory of a twin child, which makes her scratch her little head with a headache, sit up slowly, and just want to ask: Who am I.

The Yong Dynasty, this strange and conservative dynasty, the twin sons of this shell, are destined to be the pathos of their lives.

"Wake up?" Ying'er poked into the little brain melon from outside the gauze tent, and when she saw that the master woke up, she hurriedly hung up the gauze tent and waited diligently to wash.

Ying'er Yanjiao's little maid, this made her breathe a sigh of relief, fortunately, she didn't have to ask who I was.

What about the heirs? As twins, they were born two quarters of an hour late, they were strangled to death without seeing the light, and they could live for sixteen years without worrying about food and clothing.

Looking at the pink girl reflected in the bronze mirror, Yan Jian just wanted to hide with her sore braincase.

Looking at the master looking at the bronze mirror in a daze, Ying'er shouted tentatively. "It's time for breakfast."

"Oh! Good! Yan Jiao quickly jumped off the small pestle before she could get used to the five short periods, so fast that Ying'er didn't have time to help, and suddenly fell to the ground in response, and the heavy sound of her head hurting when she heard it.

Ying'er knelt on the side and was so frightened that she didn't know where to help her up.

"Don't! Don't ask me if I'm okay, and don't ask me if it hurts..."Yan Ji shrank under the mirror with her head as she wished, and waved her little hand to refuse.

"......" Ying'er knelt on the side and didn't know where to help up, wondering, is this broken?

Mama Ruan came in with breakfast and saw the two little guys kneeling on the ground, so she hurriedly put the breakfast away, picked up Yan Jiao, checked the bruises on her forehead, and scolded Ying'er without touching it. "What's going on? Let the girl sit on the ground early in the morning and get cold? Don't go to Rui Yuyuan to get some ointment to remove stasis. ”

The frightened Ying'er was blessed and hurried to the eldest lady's garden.

"This warbler is still so careless, and it hurts you early in the morning." Mama Ruan hugged Yan Jiao, who had tears in her eyes, and watched the blood on her left forehead spill quickly, and she didn't dare to reach out and rub it away.

"Mama Ruan, I'm fine." I was so painful that I had to fish out the name of the person in front of me from my memory, Yan Jiao, who has been undefeated for 10,000 years, hooks people's souls! She still couldn't get used to the milk baby sound that would shake off three liters of pimples and come out of her mouth naturally. "I had a nightmare about being roasted by the fire last night, and I can still smell the burnt meat when I wake up in the morning! It made me groggy all morning. ”

Mama Ruan listened to Yan Jiao's reason, and smiled slowly, sniffing around her small body. "Good! Good! Mama smells and sees where the burnt smell is? ”

Yan Wan was amused by Mama's actions and giggled, trying to maintain her innocence. "Mama! I'm itchy. ”

"Does it still hurt? If it doesn't hurt, it's time for breakfast! The news of the bump should go to Ruiyuyuan, don't let Madame worry. Mama Ruan put Yan Jiao on the dining table and started to cook the dishes.

"Good ......"

Yan Jiao's tail note was still in her mouth, and Mama came to a xiaolongbao that had been picked up with a thin skin, and the meaty and elegant soup made her eagerly put on her mouth to blow cool and send it to her mouth.

"Be careful, it's ...... burned," Mama Ruan saw that she was open, and she also relaxed.

Over the years since she was born, Yan Ji has been locked up in the small garden of the Buddhist hall of Jing'an Bo Mansion, although the supply is as readily available as the girls in the family, and the monthly routine has never been less, and it is really difficult for the growing children to not be able to leave this square inch garden.

Except for the eldest lady who comes to care regularly, few people in the entire Jing'an Bo Mansion know about Yan Ji's existence, Yan Ji is almost at the age when she should learn the rules and read and write, Ruan Mama is really worried about how Yan Ji's life will be good in the future?

Dayong's national law twins have to be exterminated! I can't give up that the two girls didn't even invite Wen Po when they were born, and it was Mama Li, who had the most children in the Bofu, to deliver the baby, so that she had the opportunity to hide Yan Ji deeply.

Yan Jiao watched Mama Ruan's brows lock deeper and deeper, and she also knew that she was worried about her future again, and she remembered that Mama who treated her like her own daughter was later exposed several times for smuggling her out of the house, and the eldest lady was mercilessly killed.

I re-examined the mother in my memory, and was reluctant to let her die in exchange for the days of the cage, and she really didn't know whether the comments were good or bad.

"Don't think about it, Mama! It's enough for you to love you. Yan Jiao pulled Mama Ruan's cuffs and didn't let her continue to frown, she didn't want to never come back in this sad life, although she didn't know what these five short bodies could do, how could it not be sad and sad.

Mama Ruan was relieved to take Yan Jiao into her arms. "Good! Good! Our girl is the most well-behaved. ”

The eldest lady said that the beautiful girl is destined to live the days after retreating.

"Can Mama give me a short brown?" Yan Jiao looks at how she doesn't like the dress on her body, she has to solve it first before she can imagine how to live the next days.

"Short brown?" Mama Ruan was puzzled.

"Hmm!" Yan Jiao's firm jaw. "I want to smooth out the flowers and plants around the Buddha Hall...", she may have to continue to fall in this dress......

Seeing that Mama Ruan was noncommittal, Yan Jian could only stand up from the chair slowly, clasping her hands and shaking coquettishly. "Mama, I just want to pass the time, can I?"

Mama Ruan lost her mind, this seemed to be the first time she had heard this big child in the Buddha hall make a request, and it was a humble request that she wanted to cry......

Short brown is the common clothes of the maids, can she be worn by an official girl?

That's it!

Mama Ruan sighed helplessly, look at this secluded Buddhist hall and her, what is there that matches her identity?

Before being discovered, how happy and lively the little girl was...