If everything is really a dream, then let this dream never wake up, she doesn't care about her identity, she just needs to live and live a less heavy life.

Although she was still a small baby, very thin and weak, and did not even have much strength to cry, she moved her fingers and kicked her legs...... The swaddling clothes were tightly wrapped, but it didn't prevent her from seeing the subtle ups and downs under the embroidered brocade quilt.

She can move, she can move!

She cheered happily, but only let out two muffled "ahs".

Mo Yuan'er glanced down at her, and the corners of her eyes flashed with a moist light.

"Squeak ......"

A sluggish and long sound accompanied by a string of towers of ash fell, and suddenly the smoke and dust flew up, causing her to sneeze directly.

"Miss Mo, this is it. The prince only said that our family would serve the girl three meals a day, and this house ......"

"I'll clean the house myself, Mo Yuan'er thanked her father-in-law."

Quan'er coughed exaggeratedly twice: "Then our family will leave." ”

He patted the dust off his body as he walked, as if he wanted to dust off some bad luck.

Mo Yuan'er didn't look at him, just stood at the door and didn't move.

Shu Jin squinted in the scattered dust and turned his head......

The house is a wooden structure, which has not been lived in for many years, and there is a thick layer of dust everywhere.

The arrangement of the room is very simple, a table, a chair, a bed, all old and decayed, like shadows imprinted there, as if they can be dissipated by just blowing a breath.

The small bed was equipped with bedding, and it was folded squarely, but it seemed to be soaked in moisture, gray and heavy.

Not only the futon, but the whole room was cold and damp, and people couldn't help but shiver after just staying at the door for a while.

Mo Yuan'er stood silently, her clear eyes seemed to be covered with dust, and she couldn't see her expression.

There was a sound of footsteps, and a weak female voice said, "Father-in-law Qi ordered the slave maid to bring lunch to Miss Mo." ”

Mo Yuan'er didn't reply: "Xiaohui, please help me make a basin of water." ”

Mo Yuan'er put the swaddling clothes on the cold bed, and opened the checkered windows on both sides.

The warm breeze of late spring swept up the yin tide in the house, the cold and warm floated, and the dust waited for an opportunity to dance wildly.

Mo Yuan'er, who was wearing a pale green Su Luo dress, was a bright color in this gray haze, and if she didn't consider the suffocating cough and dust squinting, she would be like a fairy flying through the clouds when she walked by the window.

She leaned against the bed, picked up the cuffs embroidered with goose yellow daisies, tore off half of the sleeves of her middle shirt, carefully washed them in a basin of water, wrung out the water, and stroked the baby's forehead......

"Wow......" Shu Jin cried weakly.

With a tingle in her forehead, she saw a bright red on the cloth.

She's hurt? When was this?

She stared at Mo Yuan'er and put the scarf in the water again.

She remembered, as if it had been a blow from her forehead that had brought her to this plane.

The man who lifted her high like a dynamite bag......

She was shocked, could it be that this little baby was thrown to death in the first place, which led to her crossing?

Okay, he dared to murder her, isn't it illegal to kill people in this time and space?

She babbled and cursed.

Mo Yuan'er seemed to understand her anger, and while carefully wiping the dried blood stains on her forehead with a Luo towel, she whispered, "Is the baby angry with his father?" Daddy didn't mean to hurt you. Your father's martial arts are world-renowned, if he really wanted to hurt you, you would have ...... long ago."

Her voice was soft and soft, as if she had forgotten everything that had happened in that gorgeous house, and her clear eyes were shining with a strange brilliance, and she was a little dreamy.

"Your father's name is Su Jianglie, at the age of sixteen, he went out with the emperor on an expedition, defeated Heqi, and served as the general of Weiyuan, the eastern expedition to Yuanli, returned victorious, and then drove out the Tartars to the south, recovered nine counties and sixteen states, swept Sula in the north, expanded the territory of 3,000 miles, and then led an army of 100,000 to quell the rebellion in Suye, and made great contributions. At the age of twenty-three, he was made a martyr. You must know that this is the only king with a different surname in our Tianhao country. The brilliance in her eyes increased, and her voice trembled slightly: "I was originally from Yun, when I was sixteen years old, Cangzhou was captured, the prefect was killed, I was a servant in the house, and many sisters were taken away by robbers. Your dad led the army like a god, and in an instant, he made the heads of those scoundrels move......"

Mo Yuan'er's expression and tone didn't seem to be narrating a fight, but like recalling a period of ups and downs.

"Your father saved me, and only saved me out of so many." A beautiful flush appeared on her face, like peach petals falling on the surface of a silent lake: "It was a sunny afternoon, and his armor shone with golden light, and he walked towards me like a god...... He was very nice to me. Dress me in the most beautiful clothes, wear me the best jewelry, and always accompany me as long as he is in the house...... I have a humble status, I knew I would be today, but I don't regret it......"

The tears in his eyes rolled, and finally fell on Shu Jin's cheeks.

She stretched out her little hand to comfort the woman, but she was picked up, and her cheek was gently pressed against the slightly warm and tender cheeks.

"Baby, remember, you are the biological daughter of King Lie! It won't be long before he picks you up. She suddenly chuckled: "Actually, he can't bear me, otherwise why wouldn't he kill me?" Why don't you drive me away? Three years of husband and wife, he should believe me. I know, I know ......"

His face was already warm and damp.

"When he was leaving last year, he said that when he came back, he asked the emperor to make me a side concubine. Baby, do you know, it's lucky enough to be able to serve by the prince's side with a status like a mother, but he's ...... Baby, do you understand? ”

The thin body was trembling violently: "Baby, we are wronged, your father will understand one day." Baby, be sure to remember what your mother said today! ”

Her firm gaze made Shu Jin suddenly have an ominous premonition, but he smiled at her: "I was waiting for your father to name you, but now it's ......"

The slender fingers caressed the pain at the corner of the forehead: "Mother will call you Jin'er for the time being, my mother hopes that you will have a good future, like a splendid future, and wait for your father in the future...... Not only will he lead his troops into battle, but he will also be brilliant, and he will give you a better name. ”

Kissed her little nose, put the swaddling clothes back on the bed, picked up the towel and slowly cleaned the room.

Shu Jin...... Su Jin......

She was very satisfied with this name, so while Mo Yuan'er was busy working, she kept controlling the little bean sprouts in her hand, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

After all, her body is the physique of a baby, and she only played for a while, and sleepiness hit her in waves.

She barely raised her eyelids a few times, but Mo Yuan'er's busy figure was still gradually dimming.

During this period, I seem to have woken up a few times, and it seems that I have seen the pale green figure sitting quietly at the table several times.

She really woke up because she was hungry.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that there was silence in the room, and the hazy night light spread a few pale blue squares on the ground through the window lattices pasted with white silk paper.

She turned her head to look for Mo Yuan'er's figure, and suddenly heard a soft sound.

Follow the prestige......

I saw a touch of pale green as if hanging in the air, and on top of it was a striking blue and white.

Her throat choked, and she was so shocked that she couldn't even shout.

"Don't be afraid, Jin'er, my mother will always be by your side......"

It's so terrifying, thinking of a female ghost with a blue face following left and right all the time, Jin'er's fetal hair stands up.

Isn't it okay in the afternoon, why do you suddenly want to take this step? Women are so fickle that they can't even understand their own kind.

"Mother has no ability, so she can only avenge us like this......"

Are you kidding? There are no ghosts in this world!

Jin'er almost wanted to roar, forgetting how she had come to this space and the fear she had just had. Regardless of these, I heard that the hanged person is terrible, and when the eyes are bulging and the tongue is outstretched, any beauty is more terrifying than the Yaksha, and I don't know when she will be discovered, and then she hangs there, wandering around, and it is strange that she is not scared to death.

Mo Yuan'er, who are you trying to avenge?

Mo Yuan'er had successfully put her head into the white circle......

At the moment when the chair fell to the ground, she finally reflexively cried out.

"Wow......"

Shouts...... No, it's a cry, it's terrible, but it's really weak, like a sick cat. But it doesn't matter if it's a shame for an eighteen-year-old soul. Yes, crying, howling, maybe her heart will come down as soon as she softens, even if she can't do anything about it, someone will hear it. But on the way there, she had found that the backyard was remote enough......

Despite her perseverance, her cries grew lower and lower.

This Mo Kite is really hateful, even if she wants to die, feed her first, now this little exercise has made her liver and intestines broken, only to feel that her eyes are full of black mixed with Venus spinning overhead, if it goes on like this, it is estimated that she will have to report to Lord Yama first.

No, I wore it from modern times to ancient times, and I didn't have to be judged by Yama, could it be that the eighteenth layer of hell on the Huangquan Nai Bridge is fake?

No, no, what do you want to do with those useless things? Come on, hang someone......

It may be that this heartfelt voice moved the heavens, just when she was crying with only one breath left and "hissed" back and forth in her throat, the door was suddenly pushed open vigorously, and then an exclamation broke out: "Seventh lady......"

It's a hectic mess.

Jin'er didn't know how the man single-handedly untied Mo Yuan'er, who was hanging well, and put it on the bed again, only after a star's dim light stained the entire gloomy room, she could see the face clearly.

It was a woman about fifty years old, probably because she saved her mother and daughter, she only felt that this face was extraordinarily kind, and even the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were amiable and respectable. The candlelight danced beside her, as if gilding the not-so-tall figure with a divine aura.

"Seventh Lady, Seventh Lady......"

The voice was familiar, but she couldn't remember which of the ladies in the hall was.

Mo Yuan'er gradually eased up, her long eyelashes trembled, and tears rolled down: "Did the prince ask you to come?" ”