Few people in Jiang Mansion are willing to go to Ruohua Pavilion.

Everyone in the house knows that Ruohua Pavilion lived in a fifth lady who was not liked by the prince in the early Ming Dynasty, and her mother was originally a singer who died at the age of four in the early Ming Dynasty. In the days that followed, he was taken care of by an old lady at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty.

It's Chinese New Year's Eve again, and Jiang Mansion is busy up and down, putting up lights everywhere, setting up banquets, and guests in the mansion come and go, so it's not lively. And Ruohua Pavilion is still unlit and colorless, deserted.

In the distance, a little girl who was about the age of the horn walked over with her hands in hand.

She wore two round bunches of hair tied around her head, a string of red tassels tied on each side, and a red undergarment and white dress. Although there is no matching beauty and decoration, it is also delicate and cute, and has its own natural and innocent beauty.

She walked past the Taiqing Pond, paused slightly, and her eyes fell on the surface of the pool.

Taiqing Pond is a huge pool. In summer, the lotus flowers in the pond are clustered together, the green is pleasant, and the fragrance of the lotus flowers is also fragrant, and Mama once brought her here to pick lotus seeds.

Today, there are only a few bunches of withered yellow grass left in the pond, which is very bleak.

She sighed slightly, and a gust of cold wind blew through Taiqing Chi and drilled into her neckline, she shivered, and couldn't help but speed up her steps.

Bypassing Taiqing Pond, there are many old trees planted on both sides of the path in front of the pond.

The little girl's eyes were looking around, and she didn't know what she saw, but her eyes lit up and she trotted over.

She hugged a white cat lying under the tree in her arms and rubbed the cat's ears affectionately: "Duofu, are you lost?" I couldn't wait for you to come back at home, so I was so anxious that I ran out to look for you. ”

Duofu's round eyes looked at the little master tenderly.

The little girl lifted Duofu up and saw Duofu frown.

She giggled, "Dofu, do you look good in my dress?" It was made by Mama herself. Mama said, what others have, I want too. Okay, now let's go home, otherwise Mama should be in a hurry again. ”

She hugged Dofo to her chest and jumped a few steps happily.

"Little bastard!" With a vicious word, a stone fell on the little girl's arm.

She turned around in surprise and saw Jiang Zhenyuan, dressed in purple and wearing a big hat, walking over.

He has red lips and white face, and he looks like a young man of a family.

She couldn't help frowning, and said in her heart: Sure enough, it's Jiang Zhenyuan again.

Jiang Zhenyuan, although he is her nominal third brother, has always been arrogant and domineering, and he takes pleasure in bullying her.

She lowered her eyes and continued on her own path.

Jiang Zhenyuan was not relenting, and quickly stepped forward to block her way, he gently pushed Ming Chu, and said contemptuously: "Jiang Mingchu, I call you a little bastard, can't you hear it?" ”

Ming Chu glanced at him, slowly touched Duofu's head, and spoke slowly: "You are Daddy's child, and I am also Daddy's child." You scold me for being a little mongrel, that is, you are a little mongrel, and even more so for scolding your father for being a big mongrel? ”

Jiang Zhenyuan, the third son of the Jiang family, has always been pampered and arrogant, who in the house doesn't let him get a few points? Today, he was actually blocked by Jiang Mingchu's words from this concubine.

He pointed at her and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Ming Chu smiled and turned around to leave. Jiang Zhenyuan finally came to his senses and shouted: "Your mother is a lowly singer, and she gave birth to you even cheaper!" ”

Ming Chu paused, his shoulders slightly undulating. Jiang Zhenyuan laughed proudly: "Jiang Mingchu, people like you don't deserve to stay in our Jiang Mansion at all, why didn't Daddy kick you out!" ”

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, he let go of Duofu and picked up a stone from the ground. She took a small slingshot from her cuff, turned around, loaded the stone, drew the bow, aimed, fired.

The whole action was done in one go, and Jiang Zhenyuan's left side of his face was hit by a stone, leaving a red mark.

She put away her slingshot and said, "You are not allowed to insult my mother!" ”

Jiang Zhenyuan covered his left face and screamed: "Jiang Mingchu! How dare you hit me! Don't you want to live anymore? Dare to beat me Jiang Sangongzi. ”

Jiang Zhenyuan's eyes were red with anger, and he clenched his fists and rushed towards Ming Chu.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Duofu tensed his body, and he jumped hard and scratched Jiang Zhenyuan's face. Angry and afraid, he used all his strength to throw Duofu into the pool.

Cats are naturally afraid of water, and Dofu makes a miserable cry and constantly flutters in the water.

"Blessing!" Ming Chu exclaimed, she crawled on the edge of the pool and tried to stretch out her hand, but she couldn't reach for much luck.

Most of her body was on the pool, and she didn't watch out for Jiang Zhenyuan actually pushing her behind her back, and she fell into the water in a panic at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty.

The icy water of the pool almost overwhelmed her consciousness for a moment, and she managed to reach out with one of her arms to reach for Duofu, and with the last bit of strength she threw Duofu ashore.

She was so cold, the winter pool was disintegrating her strength, and she was submerged in the water little by little after a few flutters at the beginning of the year.

Jiang Zhenyuan watched coldly until the pond water completely engulfed the early Ming Dynasty, and he began to be afraid.

The wet Duofu screamed poignantly by the pool.

"Jiang Mingchu, come out quickly, don't scare me!" Jiang Zhen leaned out from afar, and there were only circles of ripples on the water.

"Jiang Mingchu! Early Ming Dynasty! ”

There was complete silence, and the wind could hear the rustling of dead leaves.

Jiang Zhenyuan sat on the ground, he looked at the water in a daze, and looked left and right, he wanted to escape.

Just as he turned around, a bitter wind blew in his face, and a dark shadow flashed past him, jumping into the water, making a splash.

Jiang Zhenyuan's eyes widened, he didn't even see what was happening. Suddenly, the man jumped out of the water with Ming Chu in his arms.

Jiang Zhenyuan breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at the man in black carefully, his face was extremely pale, he looked like he was only fourteen or fifteen years old, but he was very skilled, and why did he wear night clothes in the daytime? Who the hell is he?

Jiang Zhen, who almost caused a big disaster, didn't care much about whether Jiang Mingchu was safe or not, but seriously thought about the identity of this young man.

After some rescue, Ming Chu vomited up the water in his chest. She woke up faintly, and what caught her eyes was a pair of eyes, black as ink and burning and clear.

It reminded her of the starry night sky of a midsummer night, gently twinkling, so close and so far away.