In the twenty-ninth year of Luanhe, Anyang Kingdom Kyoto.

In the early spring of March, it was warm and cold.

The sky was slightly bright, the ground was wet, as if it had just rained heavily, and the air was still cold and damp.

Outside Changle Pavilion, the breeze blows the willow leaves, and the wood hibiscus outside the courtyard sways slightly, and there is a rich sadness and misery that floats away.

A woman dressed in green clothes knelt at the foot of the steps of Changle Pavilion, her dress was soaked by the residual rain on the ground, and her thin body seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind.

The woman's face was pale and haggard, which made the dark red scar on her face particularly glaring.

The scar on his face was clearly a new injury, and the bleeding had stopped, but there was still redness and swelling around him.

The wound was not small, from the corner of the right eye straight down half of the cheek, even if the scar healed, this look must have been completely ruined.

The maids and women who passed by outside the courtyard were all pointing and discussing.

"Oh, that's a scary scar!"

"Tut-tut, who did this? How can you make such a hateful hand! ”

"Now that I've disfigured my appearance, look at what this sassy fox is doing to charm people! Bah! ”

There are those who watch jokes, those who are sad and regretful, and those who gloat and can't ask for it.

Hua Sheng continued to kneel expressionlessly, without saying a word, and took all these words in her heart.

In the month since her mother's death, she has been through so much that these gossips are like tickling for her now.

But in the middle of the night, a group of little maids in the courtyard came out with a woman in their arms.

I saw that the woman was wearing a willow peony gold and jade rich pattern skirt, and a few jade hairpins were simply worn on her hair bun.

Although she is the age of a half-old, she is still elegant and graceful.

It's just that when he saw the woman kneeling on the ground, a trace of displeasure and irritability flashed in his eyes: "Why did you get this look?" ”

"Madam, the slave and maid know that their status is humble, and they are afraid that the general and the son will have a disagreement, so they made this decision, ruined the face of the culprit, and asked the lady to let the slave and maid have a way to live."

Hua Sheng said, looking up to meet the woman's gaze.

There is a hint of charm in the delicate air, even if there is a bright red scar on the face, it can't stop the charm of the eyebrows.

"Humph!"

The woman snorted coldly and looked condescendingly at the kneeling woman at her feet.

She naturally understands this truth, and originally bought Huasheng to return home, which was to be sent to the general's room to curry favor with the general.

It's only to blame her uncompetitive son, who is so bold that he wants to take Hua Sheng for himself when no one is around.

If it is because of a woman that makes his son and the general unhappy, how can their mother and son stay in the general's mansion in the future.

Thinking of this, the woman became angry.

Seeing the woman's frowns, an old woman beside her immediately greeted the people on the side: "Don't drag it out quickly, don't let this ugly appearance frighten the lady." ”

With that, he turned around and walked into the house.

Hearing this, the two little guys stepped forward and dragged Hua Sheng up from the ground.

At this moment, a small servant hurriedly ran outside the door, happily shouting as he ran: "Madam! Madam! The general's squad has returned to the DPRK! ”

Hearing that the general was back, the woman hurriedly urged her subordinates to take Hua Sheng away: "Don't take it down quickly, don't let the general see it, stay in the backyard to work in the future, and don't come to the front hall!" ”

The general in their mouths is the general of Anyang Guoda-Mo Yan Ge.