Meng Kite got the secret recipe, blended the Jiaye wine, and began to live as she wanted, anyway, there was a lot of time, in the picture of the stars, Jiang Qiao saw her wearing silk and satin, enjoying the delicacies of the mountains and seas, marrying a man who was in his prime, polite and polite, and gave birth to a son. Later, because he was tired of that man, he left him and returned to Mengfu, and since then, he has recruited countless ministers with skirts, and his life is as leisurely as the empress.

At that time, the Mongol Mansion sang and danced every day at night, and no one thought about its original owner, and no one found out that it had happened in the tragic past.

In this way, a budding little life is harmed by the evil heart, slowly dies, decays, and finally turns into a pinch of dust.

The days passed quickly, and just as Meng Kite was enjoying the endless joy of immortality, something unexpected happened. When the time was fixed in the early morning, Jiang Qiao found a clue from the bronze mirror that Meng Kite was grooming. Yes, she is starting to age.

Although I don't want to believe it, but the fine lines at the corners of the eyes, the loose skin, and the heavy body are all revealing the fact that she is aging irresistibly, although she keeps drinking the wine of the leaves, but the situation is not any better, but worse, she can clearly feel that the aging molecules in the body are constantly accelerating the expansion, at this rate, within a year, she will become an old lady with goosebumps.

How ironic, it turns out that the fairness of time, it treats every flesh-and-blood life in this world equally, and what it loses in the body of the mantis is finally redoubled and recovered.

Meng Kite drove away all the people, hid in the house all day long and was in fear, unwilling and helpless to accept the cruel baptism of time again. In a panic, she finally thought of another possibility, the recipe given by the young master of the Meng family before his death was fake, although he was young, but he had a lot of backbone, even if he was tortured to the last moment, he didn't want the ancestral secret recipe to fall into the hands of outsiders with bad intentions.

Realizing this, Meng Yuan immediately opened the long-closed dungeon, the little young master's withered body was lying alone on the ground, the dungeon with poor air circulation provided an excellent preservation environment for the little young master's body, and the dry and thin body exposed more skin than before in the ragged clothes.

Jiang Qiao covered her mouth in surprise, she and Meng Yuan both found that the little young master's blue-gray skin was engraved with dense words.

"Tianshan Snow Lotus, Musk... This is the real secret recipe for the Ka Ye wine that Meng Kite couldn't find.

It turned out that Master Meng engraved the real secret recipe of Jiaye wine on the little master's body, which was the guarantee he made for his grandson, but he didn't expect that it would be a hundred secrets, and finally fell into the hands of Meng Kite.

Meng Kite peeled off the skin on the dry bones, and couldn't wait to find her materials, where else could she notice, the little young master's blue and purple blood inadvertently splashed on the little fox on his belly pocket, as if he had an extra pair of eyes.

This... This belly pocket turned out to be the real young master of the Meng family.

Jiang Qiao watched his belly pocket fly out like a huge butterfly without closing the closed prison door.

From then on, many wild foxes appeared out of nowhere in the house, howling day and night, as if they were crying for someone.

She held the treasure of her dreams, looked at it carefully, and finally wrote: "The most important thing about this secret recipe is to blindly introduce it, and take a bowl of blood from your own heart to make it into a god-given wine." ’

A bowl of blood for the hearts of loved ones...

The dust of the past in the memory slowly brushes away the dust and sand of time, yes, what Master Meng once said, how can I forget it, just like a passerby lost in the mountains, clinging to a little light far away in the sky, the accelerating aging, can no longer allow Meng Kite to think too much.

She found her abandoned son overnight, this kind and filial scholar has married a gentle and virtuous wife, his father has passed away, he is more happy than resentful of his mother who has been away from home for many years, and the lack of maternal love since childhood makes him especially cherish the days with his mother, and he does not hesitate to leave his pregnant wife to live in Mongolia, thinking of serving his elderly mother to fulfill his filial piety, but he did not expect to become the first victim of his mother's evil ambition.

Tasted the sweetness of the marrow of the Mongolian kite, spent a lot of money to snatch back a daughter born to his daughter-in-law, brought back to Mongolia to raise, poor the gentle and virtuous woman, lost her husband and lost her beloved daughter, since then crazy and crazy, soon died in the world.

Since then, Meng Kite has carefully raised Meng Yu. Maybe Meng Kite is also afraid of others until the truth, the bright and bright Meng's house in the past has since become a lonely house, Meng Kite forbade the children's interaction with outsiders, thus controlling their thoughts, and even in order to extend the bloodline, he did not hesitate to let outsiders spoil Meng Feng in cold blood. Pity such a flower-like woman, although she was greatly hurt physically and mentally, she still secretly loved the fetus in her womb, even if she couldn't recognize each other for the time being, but she also secretly added her own careful thoughts, Feng Shengluan, and named her child Mengluan.

Just like Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, the long past of hundreds of years is only a moment in Jiang Qiao's dream.

"Little Joe? Joe? ”

Jiang Qiao opened her eyes slightly, and everything quickly returned to a bleak white like a faded photo—that was the color of the ceiling in Jiang Qiao's bedroom, and Jiang's mother was carefully wiping her face with a towel.

"Mom?" Jiang Qiao sat up, and as soon as he spoke, he found that his mouth was full of bitterness, and his throat was hoarse and almost unable to make a sound.

"Wipe your face, what are you crying about? I came in and wanted to close the window for you, but I saw you crying in bed, what happened? Having a nightmare? Don't be afraid, Mommy's here! Jiang's mother looked anxious, but she still comforted Jiang Qiao softly.

After Jiang Qiao drank a large glass of water, he finally felt that his throat was more comfortable, but when he thought of the past events he saw in his dream, he couldn't help frowning, and couldn't believe that there was such a femme fatale woman in this world.

"Mom, if my life is exchanged for yours, you... Would you like to? ”

Jiang's mother glanced at her with a sneer: "You said the opposite, how can my mother let your life be exchanged for my life, only it is possible that my mother's life will be exchanged for your life, you are my child, the continuation of my life, as long as you are good, it is my good, but at night, you are not allowed to say this unlucky word, we are all good, you will have to have a child in the future, your mother will be a grandmother, you will definitely not take a child like this... ”

Jiang's mother sat on the edge of the bed chattering, Jiang Qiao looked at her slightly fat side, and her heart warmed.

Although this is a cruel world, as long as there are people who love you by your side, then you can stick to your heart and bravely face and resist to change all the imperfections in this world.

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