A gust of cold wind blew, making Zhang Ying dizzy, holding his head with his hands, and leaning tightly on the crypt behind him, so as not to let himself fall.

In addition to the screams of the servants, there was also the sound of kowtowing.

The sound was so loud that it seemed to smash a hole in the frozen snow with his forehead.

"Ayi, stop." He said this in a groggy voice, but it didn't work, and he shouted Lao Du again, "You help Ayi up, now is not the time to blame...... Get Shichiro back. ”

In a daze, I only remember that I said the last sentence.

After that, he didn't wake up.

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There was a pitch black in front of him, his head was blunt, he tried his best to open his eyes, caught a glimpse of the person in front of him, couldn't help but snort, and was so frightened that he hurriedly closed his eyes, there was no horse chirping, no war drums and thunder, no rough laughter of the soldiers, and the silk and bamboo orchestra under the military tent......

Wrong.

It's him, it's not him.

Holding back the trembling in his heart, he lifted his eyelids slightly, his handsome face, a pair of angry peach blossom eyes, without the anger of a long time after a long time, he looked green and immature.

The eyelids open and the eyes slowly widen until they are full.

The figure in front of him was significantly smaller......

There is also her own hand, small and short, definitely not her hand, her heart is shocked, thinking of a possibility, both hands slammed towards the neck of the person in front of her.

Tightly wrapped around each other's necks.

With monstrous resentment, deep hatred in the sea of blood, looking at the white jade-like face of the person in front of her, gradually turning red, difficulty breathing, bursts of pleasure, rippling in her heart, she was aggrieved for more than ten years, and finally let her enjoy it again.

Day and night, struggling in the mire, despairing, longing for death.

Daydreams come true.

She was willing to let go.

There was a loud thud, she felt like she had flown out, and she fell heavily to the ground, and there was a huge pain in her body, and her bones seemed to fall apart, and she wanted to scream, only to realize that her throat burned like fire.

She tried to open her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound.

Fear filled her heart again, especially the approaching boots, she stepped back almost reflexively, and felt that she was too timid to show weakness, and raised her head, all the hatred condensed in her eyes, and stared at the person with wide eyes.

This is a demon.

"If you want to blame, blame you for being the Yang family, my sister's suffering, you have to suffer well." The voice was cold, with the anger and frivolity of a young man.

Young Langjun, the spirit in the peach blossom eyes, seems to be covered with the smoke and rain in March in the south of the Yangtze River, and he is amorous and amorous, and the back of turning around and leaving seems to be fleeing in a hurry.

Far less than 20 years later, the old scheming and ruthless.

The wind is cold, and the ice and snow are freezing.

It also woke her up from freezing, and the pain in her body made her unbearable, if she was reborn again, what kind of pain would she have?

She will no longer be as stupid as in her previous life, so hopeful, thinking that she will back down, thinking that she will do her best to help him, help him calculate, and win the whole world one day sooner.

He can abandon prejudice, and there will eventually be a place for her by his side.

In the end, it's all just delusion.

Who is she, she is Yang Zhaohua, as long as her surname is Yang, she is destined to have no chance with the posterity.

She ignores the root cause.

She is inferior to the real Yang Zhaohua in history, at least Yang Zhaohua in history, even if he was demoted to a concubine and died early, he was buried in the Dayu Emperor's Mausoleum with the dignity of a concubine.

And in her last life, all her hard work and calculations were exchanged for a dirty quagmire and a desperate sinking......

The sky has eyes, and she is reborn again.

This time, the first thing she wants to get rid of is not the evil mother-in-law Hua Lingyi who will be famous in the annals of history in the future, not the fierce and ruthless princess Zhang Yu, but Zhang Xin.

Zhang Xin of the hidden dragon in the abyss.

She's going to keep him hidden forever, or disappear forever.

Without Zhang Xin, there would be no later Dayu Dynasty.

Twelve points of happiness, now it is still the world of the Great Wei, her aunt is in charge of the court, her Yang family relies on her relatives to have three lords, three county lords, and more than ten people, in the entire Great Wei Dynasty, the limelight is the same.

Hua Lingyi and Zhang Yu, the mother and daughter, had to lie in wait all the time in the Great Wei Dynasty.

"Second lady, second lady."

The voices of Fu Mu, the nurse and the maidservant, from far to near, she wanted to respond, she was so anxious that she opened her mouth, but there was no sound, what did Zhang Xin, the demon, do to her?

How could she lose her voice.

Yang Zhaohua wanted to get up and walk out, his body seemed to be falling apart, but his hands and feet did not obey the call and could not move.

Looking at his hands and feet and his figure, the words that the demon said when he left, that demon dared to take revenge on the Yang family so blatantly, then my aunt should not have made a move against the Hua family.

Or rather, they haven't made a move against Fahrenheit yet.

Zhang Xin still has the sharpness and spirit of a young man.

She was definitely no more than eight years old.

This piece of bamboo forest, she has the impression of the bamboo forest of the Yaoguang Temple behind the Zen Temple, her Niang Qin most often goes to the two monasteries in Beijing, one is Changqiu Temple, her Niang likes to listen to Master Zhu's birthday puja.

The other one is this Yaoguang Temple.

The Qin family often came to Yaoguang Temple to tease Li Shuren, and then the next day, told Li Shuren's ugly state to his aunt in the palace to win the joy of Empress Dowager Yang.

My aunt really likes to hear it.

If Hua Lingyi is still alive, next, there will soon be one more bhikshuni in Yaoguang Temple.

Historically, Hua Lingyi stayed in Yaoguang Temple for ten years......

Listening to the shouts of the search for the person gradually moving away, Yang Zhaohua was shocked, she was in the depths of the bamboo forest, she didn't make a sound, and Fu Mu's servants and others would not walk in at all.

Zhang Xin really wanted to kill him, thinking of his previous life, he killed Yu Wenan at the age of fourteen.

Yang Zhaohua shivered, even afraid that he would suddenly appear.

Forcibly endured the huge pain on his body, he couldn't bother to wipe the tears that flowed out, rubbed a few balls of snow, and threw them outside the bamboo forest.

The sound of whirring alarmed the people who had gone away.

"Ouch, snowballs are flying out here."

"Let's go in and have a look."

"Okay, we're out there."

Listening to the faint voice of the servant, which sounded one after another, Yang Zhaohua continued to knead the snow ball and continued to throw it out, until he saw Fu Muma's and did not stop.

"Second lady, what's wrong with you? How did it come to this? ”

When Fu Muma saw the description of his little lady, he was lying in the snow and rubbing snowballs, the fur gloves on his hands, no shadow, his hands were red, his face was blue from the cold, he was so panicked and distressed, his fat body almost rolled to his little lady's side, hugging his little lady.

"The old slave didn't stare at it for a while, why did the lady come here to get frozen?" As he spoke, Ma stuffed Yang Zhaohua's hand into his arms and warmed it, while rushing out of the bamboo forest with Yang Zhaohua in his arms.

Just as soon as he walked out of the bamboo forest, Ma found something unusual.

Her own lady has not spoken.

Yang Zhaohua opened his mouth and touched his throat.

Ma Shi could see clearly, "The lady has an uncomfortable throat? ”

Yang Zhaohua nodded heavily, and then, lying in Ma's arms, closed his eyes.

She lives, she lives again, and she has to get back what is owed to her.