Yan Qing stared at the wisp of spider silk hanging in the corner of the ceiling in a daze, until his eyes were so astringent that a layer of wetness oozed out, and then he wiped his eyes as if he remembered.

Tears rolled down, the vision in front of him was clear, even the chirping of summer insects in his ears was real, and the tip of his nose could even smell a trace of smoke and fire that had not been dispersed for many years.

It's not like a dream.

She moved her fingers, let go of her breathing, felt it carefully, and slowly propped up the bed and sat up.

The moonlight penetrated through the thinly washed and faded old curtains, reflecting the cramped half of the room slightly dim, and the elongated shadows of all kinds of things trembled slightly, like ghosts.

It was the time when she had the most feared nightmare when she was young.

Now that she has experienced all the vicissitudes of life, she is no longer afraid of this bluffing phantom of the dead.

Yan Qing pinched the palm of her hand, and the obvious pain reminded her that she really came back to life again, back to the distant years of drooping.

Yan Qing spread his hand and sighed lightly, the corners of his mouth pursed slightly.

Didn't even God look at her, and felt that she was really wronged, and gave her another chance to start over?

Then she really can't live up to this favor.

In the first life, those who deceived her and owed her must settle the accounts well, and the cause and effect will be, otherwise she is worried that everyone will be difficult to enter reincarnation and will not be able to be liberated.

She is willing to do this merit.

Yan Qing casually took out a pair of scissors from under the pillow, put on embroidered shoes and went to the ground, and skillfully pushed open the thin wooden chip door in the east.

There was a soft crunch, which was particularly harsh in the quiet summer night, but it was easily drowned out by the earth-shattering snoring.

Yan Qingluo stood slightly, a pair of eyes shining like cold stars in the dark, looking at the three large and small groups sleeping soundly on the bed-

Her mother, the man she married, and her newborn son.

Yan Qing calmed down, clenched the scissors in his hand, sneaked a few steps around the cat's waist, and moved the sour cloth shoes to the bottom of the bed.

With a few arrogant rat chirps, Yan Qing waved the scissors in his hand to disperse these daring thieves.

Suddenly, the bed board above his head sounded a few times, and the lightly sleeping baby chirped, was taken into the arms of his mother, skillfully patted and coaxed twice, and soon fell asleep again.

Yan Qing waited silently for a while, and when the top of his head stopped, he took advantage of the cover of thunderous snoring to grope the solid ground under the bed, and felt a slight bulge in three or two times, and knew that he had found a place.

Yan Qing held back his strength, patiently poked the tip of the scissors along the edge of the bulge little by little, and it took some effort to dig more than two inches deep before he touched the hard slate.

After a long time, Yan Qing dug the gap on one side of the slate, inserted the tip of the scissors into it to pry the slate a little, touched it with his thin little hand, took out a small oil paper bag and put it in his arms, and slowly exhaled.

She wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, and with a puff of energy, she put the slate back in place and covered it with loess, and after pressing her hips several times, she gently dusted off her clothes, climbed silently to the end of the bed, and crept out of the house.

The summer night was sweltering, and the door was open to welcome some wind to relieve the heat and sleep, which also saved her hands and feet.

She is the only girl who sleeps at night with the doors and windows closed and neatly dressed to avoid suspicion, which is really miserable.

Yan Qing walked into the courtyard, and in the bright moonlight, picked up the clothes pole leaning against the courtyard wall, enough to wash the inside and outside clothes during the day, took the drying apron and put a small burden, and walked away.

The big yellow dog of someone's loyal nursing home barked twice, and after a few reprimands from the sleepy master, he quickly stopped.

Yan Qing walked to the entrance of the village, looked back at the small village like a paradise under the moonlight, and walked away without looking back.

That home, for her, was soon unsafe.

Yan Qing's mother's name is Wang Xinghua, and she looks like an apricot blossom in early spring, so she was naturally looked down upon by the noble son who came to the village to spend the night, and forcibly occupied her overnight, accidentally having her.

Her mother is cowardly, and she didn't dare to make a noise when this happened, silently hiding the exquisite fan pendant left by her noble son, as well as the silver ingot left behind by the night money, thinking about finding the Bo Xing sweetheart who put on her pants and left, that is, to be a girl who made a bed and folded quilts for him, anyway, it was not good for her to stay in the village to marry.

It is inconvenient for a young woman to go on the road alone, Wang Xinghua wants to avoid people's eyes and ears, and her whereabouts are a little sneaky, so she will be targeted, and she will be taken to the ferry boat and go down the river to snatch her home to be her daughter-in-law.

Fortunately, Wang Xinghua had an extra heart, and hid all the silver and fan pendant in the handle of the oil-paper umbrella, which was fortunately not searched, and then hid under the bed.

Wang Xinghua was forced to follow this strong man, and she lost her innocence that night, and was strictly guarded, and she was diagnosed as pregnant after a month, and she couldn't tell whose seed the child was.

As soon as she gave birth in October, Xiao Yanqing fell to the ground, because she was a worthless daughter who was not taken seriously, she didn't even have a serious name, she called Nier Nier all day long, and even took her mother Wang Xinghua was scolded for being useless, and she couldn't give birth to a son.

Wang Xinghua was inconvenient to serve men during confinement, so Zhang Meng went out to fool around, and all the money he earned was filial piety to the concubines outside.

The man didn't give it to the family, and Wang Xinghua had a hard time, so he remembered the ingot of silver, and secretly took the scissors and hinged them into pieces to exchange them for copper coins, which barely made ends meet.

Yan Qing has been sensible since she was a child, helping the family to do work every day, and is often praised by her mother as a caring little padded jacket.

As her appearance grows day by day, the longer she looks, the better she looks, and if she doesn't follow Zhang Meng at all, things will go bad.

Zhang Meng became suspicious when he heard many rumors, went home and secretly observed, and beat Wang Xinghua a few times, forcing half of the truth to ask.

Wang Xinghua finally didn't get home stupidly, and hid the fan pendant and the silver, so she had the right to leave a way out.

After the incident, the man was unusual, willing to sleep more at home.

Not long after, Wang Xinghua became pregnant with her son. She was happy and worried, and she was afraid of squeezing by sleeping with a big belly, so she moved the girl who was getting older and more handsome into the east room and slept separately.

If Yan Qing doesn't run away now, in a few days, Wang Xinghua will force her to leave.

Zhang Meng had such a bad thought, coveting his little girl who had not yet been raised.

Wang Xinghua was angry with her daughter who was not serious in her bones, informed her of her life experience, gave her a fan pendant as a token, and sent her to find her biological father to enjoy happiness;

She repeatedly told her daughter to be developed in the future, remember to take her brother to be filial to herself, and she didn't care if her six-year-old daughter was alone, whether there would be any accidents.

Yan Qing coldly hooked the corners of his lips, and casually picked a purple flower that bloomed enchantingly under the moonlight on the side of the road.

This midnight flower is not common, and when combined with several other herbs, it can make a good poison, which is enough for self-defense.

Yan Qing kept walking, all the way up the mountain, and it took a little effort in his mind to dig out the memory of being thrown into the corner.

Three months later, when the plague broke out, she happened to walk out of her hometown where the epidemic was severe, and picked up the white-eyed wolf Red Tassel in the pile of dead people after the exile.

As for the news from her mother's side, she later sent Hongxuan to inquire.

Zhang Meng's family of three fled with his mother, and sold Wang Xinghua for rations.

Wang Xinghua couldn't let go of her son, and tried a lot of hard work to find it back, but found that her son was eaten to death by her ruthless husband Yi Zi.

Wang Xinghua was crazy and wanted to burn the man to death, but he was imprisoned and started a secret business, making money to support the man, and died of illness within a few years. Zhang Meng also contracted the disease, and soon followed, and the corpse was burned and died cleanly.

Yan Qing thought back to these people, and he was still very indifferent.

She is not a weak boudoir woman. In order to survive, she was immersed in intrigue and trickery, dressed in battle to kill countless enemies, and almost fell into the mouth of the homeless people when she fled the famine, and even had a difficult life when she was a medicine man who tried medicine......

It is not easy for her to live, she has no extra kindness, and gives alms to idlers who have husbands, children, families and businesses.

Only her little brother is innocent.

Yan Qing hesitated, picked up the stones, and left a warning message on the ground at the entrance of the village, asking them to move away from this place and flee for their lives.

It doesn't matter to her whether others believe or not, she has done her best.

Walk all the way, wearing the stars and the moon.

Yan Qing took advantage of the faint light of the sky, carefully helped the verdant branches down to the bottom of the mountain stream, followed the bloody breath to find the unconscious noble young man soaking in the waterhole, and happily hooked the corners of his lips.

In her previous life, she tried her best to support the prince, but in the end she ended up like that;

If she abandons him this time and supports another prince who died in a short life, things must be interesting.