As soon as my mother was buried, my father straightened Chen, and her two children moved from the backyard to the front, becoming the eldest son and eldest daughter above me. In front of everyone, I kowtowed to her and called out "Mother", and she nodded to me indifferently.

Although she replaced my mother, her daughter did not replace me, and the banquet of the royal family and nobles was still attended by me as the concubine of the Guogong Mansion, and my eyes became even colder when I looked at me along the way.

I have a wound on my face, and I don't like to go out, so I just walk around the house. Passing by the water pavilion that day, the gongs and drums sounded in the distance, I don't know who sang a Yong'an tune, and the lyrics crashed into my heart unsuspectingly, "The broken jade is mostly of good color, and the ugly stone is ...... to be ten thousand years old."

I was just stunned and fell into the pond. In autumn, the lotus flowers have fallen, although the lotus leaves are withered, the rhizomes are still there, entangled with my hands and feet, and I can't break free.

The shore was chaotic and noisy, with all kinds of people and figures mingling together, but no one jumped down to save me.

I opened my mouth to call for help, and the pool of water poured in, choking from my mouth and into my lungs, squeezing out the last air left in my chest.

When the boy pulled me up, I had already stepped into the hall of Hades in half a step, and the voices of the people were through a hazy mist, real and illusory, and I even felt that I was dead.

The water was not very cold, but the young man's fingers were cold, and he looked at him only a few years older than me, his soaked clothes clinging to his thin body, the hair on his forehead dripping with water, and his face was pale and terrible.

He stood in the crowd, his indifferent expression wandering out of the world, and the softest sunlight seemed to penetrate him. I know it's lonely, unspeakable, unspeakable.

Someone put a coat over him, and he reached out and pulled at both sides, his fingers were long, but they were strong enough to pull me out of the mire. Then came a group of guards with knives, and he was taken away, not looking at me the whole time.

He's just saving people, not me.

I don't know who he is or why he is in my house, but I know that if it weren't for him, I would be dead today.

I was still seriously ill, and the wounds on my face were stained with unclean water and began to fester.

I took the medicine day by day, but it didn't get better, my whole body was burning, and I was terrified in my dreams.

The doctor said that I was scared and wanted to add a dose of calming medicine.

The medicine really calms the nerves, and I just want to sleep after taking it, and I am dazed all day and all night. Surrounded by everyone on weekdays, it's rare to be so quiet, but it reminds me of those words that I never cared about, stringing up and stabbing my eyes, forcing me to see the truth.

They all said that I was like my mother, like her beauty, like her intelligence.

She used to be a piece of beautiful jade, beautiful and moving, incomprehensible, but now it is just a handful of loess under the tombstone, and the elegance of the peerless generation cannot escape the wind and sand to bury it.

I can't remember who pushed me down that day in the water pavilion, and I don't know who added something to the decoction that shouldn't have been. If it weren't for my innate five senses, I wouldn't have lived long if this bowl of soup and medicine went on.

But someone wants me to die, and I have neither the blessing of the lintel of my relatives, nor the ability and wisdom to protect myself, and how long can I survive?

I thought about dying like that, just like my mother, silently.

But Master Konghui said that this year's Bodhi fruit will give me one when it is ripe, and I don't want to die yet.

So I secretly poured out the tranquilizer that night, and when the sky was dark, I ran to the stage while everyone was asleep.

The oil paint was painful and itchy on the wound, and the tears and blood were mixed together, a mess of unbearable filth.

I stood on the stage, trembling all over, not in pain, but in fear.

What should I do if they find out that I am playing dumb?

What should I do if Chan throws me out in a fit of rage?

What if my father forsaken me?

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, and there were more and more people, and Chen hurried over, and saw that I was not a ghost or a ghost, and he was furious as expected.

The servants who came up did not dare to hurt me, and did not dare to come forward when they reached the edge of the stage.

Chen was unmoved, and said, "Just take care of it, and Mrs. Ben will bear it." ”

"Xuan'er!"

My father came, and with a cry of his life, drained all my soul.

I am the yin pearl in his palm, if the yin pearl is covered with dust, is it still worth holding in the palm of my hand?

"The young lady has been drinking the medicine according to the doctor's prescription, and the slave doesn't know why it's still like this."

Faced with their father's anger, the maids trembled and fell to their knees. I just sat on the ground and wiped the rouge on my face, then tilted my head and leaned in front of my father: "Father, do you think Xuan'er is not beautiful?" ”

He touched my head with a complicated look on his face and turned to leave.

The imperial doctor from the palace also checked my pulse, even if his medical skills were high, he could not cure a person who pretended to be sick, so he thought for a long time, and said: "Miss burned out her brain, her mind is a little deranged, and she may be able to be like a normal person if she is carefully raised, and if she wants to recover as before, I am afraid it is impossible." ”

When the people in the palace heard that I had fallen into the water, they sent several imperial doctors to diagnose me. Jiang Yao also came, and stood at the door with a crowd of people hugging me and looked at me hastily.

The group of people came with him and followed him, and it used to be a beautiful thing to serve me, but now it is a chore, and I am not favored or powerful. I held the puppet doll and leaned on the railing of the water pavilion, looking at the gentle water below, this is the place where I fell, and the wind is calm at the moment.

"Hey!" Jiang Yao didn't know when he came, and looked at me condescendingly.

I smiled at him, raised the puppet in my hand high, and said, "Look, this is Xuan'er's favorite doll, isn't it beautiful?" ”

He looked at me coldly, his sharp eyes glowing with the chill on the blade, his fingers grabbing my neck mercilessly, and I could feel his restraint, the restraint that forced him not to kill me. Almost unconsciously, I smashed the puppet in my hand, and the puppet brushed his hair and fell on the pillar behind him, and he suddenly startled, and the hand around my neck shook twice, and then turned and walked away.

Jiang Yao's hostility towards me started out of nowhere, he didn't need a reason to hate a person, but he wanted to kill someone who had nothing to do with him, it couldn't be without a reason.

Soon after he left, a decree came from the palace, so that I could recuperate with peace of mind and not have to enter the palace. I heard that the person who replaced me was the lady of the Wang family.