Seeing Ah Jiu send Mu Yunxi out, Mo Changhuan laughed alone in the room, fiddling with the wooden man in his hand, after a while, Mo Changhuan lowered his head, slammed and lay down straight, pulling the corner of the quilt on his head, the corners of his mouth that were grinning in the dark gradually calmed down, his face was gone, his eyes were stunned, his teeth were clenched, and he was holding the edge of the bed in his hand without making a sound.

There was a slight sound of footsteps at the door, she knew that it was Ah Jiu who was back, she closed her eyes, and felt the warmth of Ah Jiu pulling her broken hair and the quilt covering her body again.

Until he left listening to Ah Jiu's footsteps, there was only a faint candlelight left in the room.

After a while, Mo Changhuan curled up, closed his eyes, and muttered, "Didn't you say that you would come to see me tomorrow?" How can you not talk without words? ”

Mo Changhuan couldn't stop sobbing, but she tried her best to breathe steadily, she felt tears filling her eyes, and she didn't dare to open her eyes for a while, she was afraid that the tears would soak the pillow, and she was afraid that someone would find a clue.

Walking on the dark road, the light in front of her pulled her, and she tried to move forward, one step, two steps......

The quiet cold wind made her tighten her clothes, and the snowflakes in the sky flew down all around her, scattering on her head and shoulders, which was incomprehensible in beauty.

In front of you is a cobblestone path covered in heavy snow, and at the end, there is only a stone table and three stone benches under a red plum tree, and the familiar scene is displayed in front of you.

A soft voice touched Mo Changhuan's heart: "Changhuan, come and see, your favorite red plum has bloomed." ”

Mo Changhuan only felt a sour nose, and walked quickly towards the voice, but a thin figure beside her rushed into the woman's arms: "Mother, I want to eat hibiscus cake." ”

The child's young face was raised and he was smiling.

The woman tapped the child's nose, and the corners of her mouth couldn't stop smiling: "What an old child, still coquettish, come and see Concubine Hui." ”

The child obediently greeted the courtesy, and Hui Concubine pulled the child to herself, as if she had seen her own child, smiled and bent her eyes, and liked it in every way: "In the future, your mother will not have time to accompany you, so you will often come to see Hui Niangniang, Hui Niangniang has a lot of gadgets there." ”

Mo Changhuan held tears in his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: Yes, Hui Niangniang is like a child, of course, she knows what children like best.

Suddenly, the scene changed, darkness struck, heavy rain washed over and over again the dilapidated houses, lightning and thunder roared in the air, reflecting the bloody bones in the courtyard.

The blood on Mo Changhuan's body instantly rushed to the top of her head, and she rushed into the house.

The room was already in chaos, the superimposed corpses were covered by the edge of the bed, and her mother was dying, clutching the knife on her chest, one hand trying to reach forward, and finally her eyes widened in front of the bed and she lost her breath.

Mo Changhuan slowly squatted down, looking at Xiao Changhuan who didn't dare to make a sound and hid under the bed, she turned pale and sat on the ground, trembling and hugging Rong Guifei's cold body, crying out loud: "Ah, I want you all to pay for your lives......"

In the end, Mo Changhuan woke up in his own sobbing, listened to the crackling raindrops outside the house, tightly pulled the quilt on his body, and wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes.

Until now, she still remembers clearly, on the tenth day after that day, the palace people found her shivering in the pile of dead people, and on the same night she killed a palace person next to the queen because of a mistake, and the palace people said that she was suffering from madness, and then, the world knew that there was a crazy county lord in the palace, but they didn't know how she was crazy, and it was rumored that Concubine Rong herself had madness, and the child born after the death of the disease also showed madness.

It is precisely because of this illness that Mo Changhuan, who has been staying in the cold palace and has no name, is widely known, and the queen has no choice but to give her the title of county lord and transfer out of the cold palace.