In this world, there are people who love power positions, some of whom are struggling to make active online connections, and some are scheming and sophisticated. These are still understandable.

There is also a group of people who have no writings, no foresight, and are unscrupulous.

Zhu Xiujin is such a person, in the words of later generations, he can also be described as a refined egoist.

When he was a teenager, he went to Xiaojun Mountain in Yangzhou with his father, and met a girl who sat next to her with her feet bent, with red eyes, and a strange and pitiful look.

"Girl, is there anything you need help with?"

He found someone to send her down the mountain, and the other party didn't mention how to thank him.

This is just a trivial matter, in Zhu Gongzi's wonderful life, it is just a dim point of light, and no faint light comes out.

He had long forgotten about the encounter in Xiaojun Mountain, and the girl's appearance was only a blurry light and shadow.

Before that day, he didn't know that he had become a person for a long time. When Zhu Xiujin bumped into Zhu Zhu, she saw her looking at her jade pendant, as if she knew herself.

He remembered inexplicably afterwards that the ghost sent God to investigate, and then suddenly remembered the encounter on Xiaojun Mountain, and to his surprise, this girl seemed to be inextricably linked with the Huo family.

A conspiracy took shape inside him.

Since Zhu Zhu went to the temple, he has eaten fasting and recited scriptures, prayed to the Buddha every day, and felt that although the current life is bitter, it is not as uncomfortable as it was back then. Wrapped in gorgeous clothes and exquisite food, it is not as simple and simple as such a simple and simple day to make her feel calm.

The master in the temple is very harsh on her, but she also has a meal, which is naturally not stained with meat, that is, cabbage or tofu. After eating for a long time, the mouth will be wooden, and there is no taste. She's like the walking dead.

To live, probably to atone for the sins of those you have harmed, that little boy, Hosoyanagi...... Their desperate and hateful eyes flashed in front of them again and again, and they dreamed back in the middle of the night, covered in a cold sweat.

Trembling in the middle of the night, numb and indifferent in the daytime.

Such a day probably ended with an unexpected meeting, which was also attributed to the location of the Huojia family temple, which was nominally a family temple, but in fact relied on a nunnery on the outskirts of Beijing, and did not restrict others from coming.

As always, she went up the mountain to collect firewood, and then met the person of her dreams again, the person she thought she would never see again in this life.

"Long time no see." Zhu Xiujin smiled.

"Zhu Gongzi?" Zhu Zhu almost thought she was dazzled.

"The girl is pampered in the deep boudoir, and she always has to pay attention to something." Zhu Xiujin handed over a small blue porcelain vase.

Zhu Zhu Ghost made the god almost take it, and there was still a man's temperature, warm, "Childe? ”

"Girl, you have to protect these hands, they look so good, don't let the ice water ruin them." Zhu Xiujin smiled, didn't say much, and turned to leave.

Zhu Zhu went back to the family temple that night, couldn't sleep at night, tossing and turning, if it wasn't for the real touch in his hand, Zhu Zhu was afraid that he would think that this was a fantasy of his own.

Later, she often saw Zhu Xiujin in the back mountain, and often gave her some small gifts, from one sentence to two sentences, the two should be considered acquainted, right?

At least that's what Zhu Zhu thought.

Occasionally, when there are moments of intimacy, he will even call himself "Zhu'er", which is so intimate that it makes her heart beat faster.

Zhu Zhu felt that her life was alive again, and those blood and cruelty were imprisoned in her heart and refused to let it out. She wanted Zhu Xiujin to think that she was a clean girl.

Even if she knew, Zhu Xiujin might know the truth about her coming here. Let's just think of it as a dream. It's good to be able to fool yourself for a while. Zhu Xiujin didn't mention it, so she didn't know it.

Occasionally, Zhu Xiujin would say a few words to her that she had no way to serve the country, and her depression was mostly due to the jealousy of the prince Ji Yuan.

Zhu Zhu, who was carried away by love, was always blind, she believed it without the slightest judgment, and her eyes were full of distress.

That's it, the two of them don't know the ghost, but it's sweet?

Does Zhu Xiujin really like Zhu Zhu? Naturally not.

Zhu Zhu didn't see the indifference and calmness in Zhu Xiujin's eyes, nor did he see the disgust and disgust in his eyes when he hugged her into his arms.

Acting has always been a compulsory course in the struggle for power, so it is not so profound that it can deceive the world, and it is no problem to deceive a little girl like Zhu Zhu.

This time, he suddenly heard the news that Ji Yuan was overly worried and fell ill, and his heart was extremely surging.

I almost couldn't wait to go to the outskirts of Beijing, "Zhu'er, the great cause has not been accomplished, only you can help me." ”

Zhu Zhu's heart was about to jump out, this was the first time Zhu Xiujin opened her mouth to ask her for help. It's a stolen life, what can't she let go?

"Help him, help him!" There was a voice shouting in my heart.

Zhu Xiujin's earnest eyes, as well as the tenderness of the past, almost made Zhu Zhu unable to say anything to refuse.

She nodded, the arc was small, but she made up her mind.

That night, the nunnery on the outskirts of Beijing ran out of water, and the cousin girl of the Huo family's Qing Xiu there unfortunately died in the fire.

On the second day, there was an extra brocade girl in the palace, and I don't know how to get Zhu Guifei's own eyes, and she was promoted to a first-class maid around her, calling for wind and rain, so beautiful.

If Zhu Zhu is more sober, she knows that it is really rare for Jin Feng Yulu to meet, and there may not be an echo if she never forgets it, even if she has it, it may be honey wrapped in arsenic, the first taste of sweetness, but in the end it killed her.