Late autumn of the first year of Yamato.

In the midst of the rolling mountains, smoke rises from several places, adding a touch of popularity to this desolate autumn scene.

Occasionally, one or two chirps of birds and beasts echoed in the sky, and in an instant they returned to calm.

Approaching the place where the smoke rises, a few houses can be seen faintly under the cover of the mountains.

Except for one family with red walls and green tiles, high doors and large households, the rest are basically stone walls and thatched roofs.

The autumn breeze is bleak, and the season is full of depression, this family is particularly eye-catching here.

The bronze door is closed, and a pair of large knockers on the door give people a sense of inviolable solemnity.

In the main hall of the main entrance of the courtyard, a woman in her thirties stood with her hands down, looking out of the door with an expressionless face.

I saw her goose egg face, Danfeng eyes, and distant eyebrows. The forehead is full and the skin is fair. Dressed in a lilac satin blouse, although his hair is simply combed into a bun, he has a delicate hairpin.

One end of the hairpin is made of gold wire wound into a petal-shaped, which is inlaid with a crystal green stone, which is elegant and precious.

This woman's identity is revealed.

"Madam, seeing that Miss's birthday is approaching, why hasn't the Taoist Governor come yet?" An old woman dressed in blue coarse cloth and like a slave came from the inner courtyard, bowed her head to the woman, and asked Nuno.

"Wait!" The woman's mouth spat out a word softly, and her voice was as if there was nothing.

"No!" The old woman bowed her head and walked towards the inner courtyard.

The old woman walked through a cloister into a wing room on the east side.

There were two fourteen or fifteen-year-old girls standing on both sides at the door of the wing, and when they saw the old woman coming, they hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Meng! ”

Meng Mo walked straight into the wing room as if no one was around.

The room is very simple but also warm, with a sandalwood round table in the middle, and a dark green silk tablecloth with tassels on top of it.

Further inside, there is a shelf bed, and the eyebrows of the bed are carved with exquisite patterns, which look like a phoenix and a peacock when you look closely.

The four corners of the bed frame prop up a goose-yellow gauze tent.

Under the pink brocade futon on the bed, a teenage girl slept.

Meng Mo walked into the front of the bed and called softly: "Miss! ”

No one answered. Meng Mo seemed to be accustomed to it, but he couldn't help but sigh lightly and shook his head.

The girl's complexion is ruddy, her breath is even, her eyes are closed, and she looks like she is sleeping properly.

"What a good thing this is!" Meng Mo muttered to himself, his face full of melancholy.

***

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

There were a few clear knocks outside the door.

The corners of the woman's mouth curled up, her eyes sparkled, and she hurried to open the door with broken steps.

The door opened, and a scrawny Taoist priest with a white whisk in his hand stood at the door.

When he saw the woman, he put the dust in his right hand on his left hand, stood up with one palm, and said with his head: "Poor Dao has seen Madame." ”

"Don't bother, please come in!" The woman made a gesture with her hands inviting in.

The Taoist priest nodded, crossed the threshold, and strode into the courtyard, followed by the woman. It seems that the Taoist priest is quite familiar with this place.

Walking through the main hall and approaching the wing room to the east, the Taoist priest stopped. Walking back and forth at the door a few times, there are words in my mouth.

Then he stretched out his right hand, pointed his index finger and middle finger at the door for a while, swept the dust after painting, and shouted: "Close!" ”

I saw a beam of white light falling from the sky, and then it flashed away.

The Taoist priest took a few steps back decadently, a little bead of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he muttered to himself: "It shouldn't be!" ”

The woman stood not far away, her eyes wide, staring at the Taoist priest tightly, looking like she didn't dare to come out.

Hearing the Taoist priest muttering to himself, he asked anxiously, "How is it?" ”

"Poor Dao has done his best!" The Taoist priest replied with his head in his hands.

"Thank you, Chief!" The woman repaid the owe.

Then he rushed to the room and said, "Take the Taoist to the main hall to rest." ”

Meng Mo came out in response and led the Taoist priest towards the main hall.

The woman lifted up the hem of her skirt and lifted her feet into the house. He walked to the bed, pulled up the gauze tent, tied it with a copper hook decorated with fine tassels, and sat gently on the edge of the bed.

The woman looked at the face of the girl on the bed, tears instantly overflowed in her eyes, and she sobbed quietly: "Yuyao, you must not abandon your mother, otherwise what is the point of living in the world for your mother." ”

The girl sleeping on the bed is named Li Yuyao, the daughter of Li Yuanting, the prefect of Cangzhou. After his third birthday, he has been asleep all the time.

The biological mother Yu Huifang is the eldest daughter of the famous businessman Yu Changshan in Cangzhou. By chance, I was met by Li Yuanting and has never forgotten it.

In the end, he asked someone to rehire and ask for relatives, and he was able to climb up with the prefect, why not Yu Changshan. Whether Yu Huifang wants it or not, she is still committed to the Li Mansion as a concubine after all.

A year later, she gave birth to a baby girl, Li Yuyao.

I just passed my third birthday, and I haven't woken up.

During this period, many famous Jianghu warlocks and Taoist elders were invited, but they were helpless.

Li Yuanting's eldest lady took this opportunity to make a big fuss, saying that Li Yuyao was possessed by demons and must be expelled from the mansion, otherwise it would definitely affect the Li Mansion.

Li Yuanting couldn't help the eldest lady and the mansion to grind hard and hard, and finally agreed to build a courtyard in Minshan, a hundred miles away, so that Yuyao's mother and daughter could move out.

Because of his soft spot for Yu Huifang, the other courtyard was built on a large scale, and more than a dozen servants were sent to follow him, and they were delivered on time every month. The mother and daughter lived quite a bit in the past.

Yu Huifang, who was arrogant, was also happy to stay away from the deceitful environment of Li Fuer, and calmed down and lived with her daughter with peace of mind.

His father, Yu Changshan, invited the Taoist master Xuankong Daoist to diagnose and treat Yu Yao. Based on the symptoms, the head of the Xuankong Dao believed that it was because the soul was lost. He claimed to come every year a few days before Yuyao's birthday until he was ten years old.

If there is no improvement in the year of ten, there is nothing to be done.

Now that Yu Yao is about to turn ten years old, the Dao Leader came today, and judging from his expression, the situation is not optimistic. This is how Yu Huifang can not feel sad.

Since marrying into the Li Mansion as a concubine, Yu Huifang has been like ashes, she has no love in life, and Yuyao is her only sustenance in the world.

Now she is really worse than dead.

It is also strange to say that although Yu Yao sleeps every day and does not eat or drink, she continues to grow up like a normal child, and now she is the height that a teenager should have.

Therefore, Yu Huifang often buys clothes for Yu Yao, because she is also growing up day by day, but she can't open her eyes and speak.

The love was so sad that it was out of control, and Yu Huifang's tears fell down like pearls with broken threads.

In the hazy eyes of tears, Yu Huifang felt that Yu Yao seemed to move, and quickly wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, and looked at it, it was still the same as before, without the slightest change.

Seeing that it was not early, he thought that the Taoist chief was still in the main hall, wiped his eyes, and got up to leave.

He looked at his daughter's sleeping face again and turned around slowly. One sleeve seemed to be stuck, and it couldn't move, so Yu Huifang had to turn her face away to check the clues.

I saw that it was Yu Yao's hand outside the bed that was pulling the sleeve.

"Yu Yao! You're awake! Yu Huifang shouted in surprise.