Back in the room, Mu Xiaoxiao lifted the quilt and got in.

Carefree looked at the closed door and turned to enter his room.

The little white eagle stayed meekly on Gao Zhao's arm, and he personally untied the note on the eagle's feet, only to see the words "thorn flower" written in seal script.

Gao Zhao slowly burned the note and took the white eagle unintentionally.

There is a painting on the table, the beauty in the painting, curling Tingting, bright eyes and bright teeth, smiling like a flower standing in a large field of thorn flowers, holding a long jasper bamboo flute in her hand, a long string of tassels at the end of the flute, and a round object on the top of the tassel.

Gao Zhao groaned, and then picked up the book again.

The moonlight outside the window was a little cold, and the door was guarded, and the room was very quiet, and occasionally the sound of "crackling" candles could be heard.

Mu Xiaoxiao curled up on the bed, thinking about the images in his mind during the day. The group seemed to have seen it, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it. She sat up, and suddenly felt like a secret herself.

Her memory is broken, her memories are only scattered every time, she is Mu Xiaoxiao, Chinese New Year's Eve years old today, helping to be a star、、、、、、, and then what about my memory? She lay on her knees, trying to think about the gap in her memory. Something must have gone wrong, where are the loopholes, thorns, thorns、、、 thorns, thorns、、、 thorns?!

She jumped out of bed with some surprise, picked up a handful of thorn flowers that she had held tightly in her hand in the afternoon, and leaned into the candlelight to look at it.

The smell of flowers seemed to be gone, as if there was no fragrance, she brought her face closer, and suddenly the image flickered, a beautiful long-haired woman in a white dress, took her hand and ran, the woman's big eyes flashed with tears, they ran to a lot of thorny flowers, behind the voices of people boiling, the footsteps were chaotic.

The woman stopped suddenly, she let go of her hand, picked up a flute from her waist and shouted, "Don't come here again, I'll destroy it if you come again!"

Everyone stopped, and a very old woman walked out of the crowd and said in a hoarse voice: "Miss, these things are the memories of your past life, and you can't risk changing history for the sake of this." There is a price to be paid for being artificially altered. The old man's cloudy eyes stared at her!

"Grandma, tell me, how can I change, and what price does it take?" she burst into tears.

"Finding someone to make a sacrifice is tantamount to killing people with your own hands、、、、、、 and 、、、, sacrifice must be born on the same day, the same month, and the same year as you!" The old woman's gloomy eyes looked at Mu Xiaoxiao, who had been stunned for a long time, and Mu Xiaoxiao was about to cry.

"Grandma、、、 old 、、、、、、," she sobbed, "I 、、、 that I am not the same year as Xiangxiang, I am, I am four years older than her、、、 She couldn't hold back her tears.

"Little she's not. The girl panicked, too.

"She is not the same year as you, but you are the same hour, the same day, the same month. The old man looked at her and smiled strangely: "Miss, I have a history book, you take it with you, you can do what you want, it's just 、、、、、、" she looked at the girl.

"Just what?" asked Xiangxiang anxiously.

"You need to sacrifice someone as a medium, and that person is her!" the old man pointed to Mu Xiaoxiao, who was standing on the side, with a thin finger.

"Although she is not the same age as you, I have calculated that her physique is yin, so she is the perfect medium. The old woman took two steps forward.

Mu Xiaoxiao grabbed the girl: "Xiaoxiang, you can't 、、、 you can't sacrifice a person for no reason in order to change the destiny of heaven, my mother is still in the hospital, my dad is not in good health, Xiangxiang, can you give up?"

Xiaoxiang's face on the side suddenly became gloomy, she glanced at the crowd, and several women rushed up, one of them looked a little familiar, and they dragged Mu Xiaoxiao, who was crying.

Mu Xiaoxiao screamed, her two legs fluttered wildly, and as soon as the picture turned, she was put on the stake of the thorn flower field, under the scorching sun, Mu Xiaoxiao was dying, she couldn't even lift her head, suddenly, a raging fire was burning around, the flames burned her, and only her terrible screams echoed around.

A burst of pain filled his body, and Mu Xiaoxiao woke up with a scream, and saw that the candle had burned the thorns, and his hands were also blistered.

The door was kicked open, and Sanssouci ran over, grabbed her hand, took a small porcelain bottle from her bosom, and poured some white powder on her scalded fingers.

Mu Xiaoxiao sat dumbfounded, did not speak, and after a long while, he looked up at the carefree who did not speak: "Thank you." After saying that, he was stunned again.

The candlelight in the room flickered and flickered, and there was nothing but the occasional burst of candles.

In the Mochizuki Mansion, Mochizuki Weiming was flipping through a yellowed ancient book, his always gentle face, at this time a little gloomy, he put down the book, and rubbed his aching temples tiredly.

"Childe, tonight the fifth prince went to the Prime Minister's Mansion for a private visit. Wuyu bowed his head and said.

"Is my father going tonight?" Mochizuki picked up a pen and traced a plum blossom.

"No, my lord went to Madame's in the evening. Wuyu looked up.

With a "click", a drop of ink fell on the rice paper and fainted.

"It's dirty. Mochizuki looked at it stunned, and after a while, he slowly put down the pen, picked up the paper and burned it.

"You're going to help me find someone tomorrow. He picked up a towel and wiped his hands.

"Yes. Wuyu replied softly.

In the Prince's Mansion, Gao Zhao looked at Wuxin lazily: "Where did you say she went today?"

"Garden of Thorns. He replied carefully.

"What's out of the ordinary?"

"She seems to have been there for a long time, and she didn't come closer, so there must be nothing out of the ordinary. "Heartlessness is a little big-headed. Didn't the master already listen to the worry-free report? Why do you still have to ask him?

"It's been too long since I've been out without worry, and I'm afraid that he is no longer worry-free from before. Gao Zhao made a pun.

"The subordinates will definitely be optimistic and worry-free at any time, please rest assured. "Unintentionally nervous, a cold sweat.

Gao Zhao didn't answer, he just waved his hand, and retreated lightly unintentionally.

After experiencing these intermittent memories, Mu Xiaoxiao found that most of her previously lost memories had been recovered.

She and Xiaoxiang met at work, Xiaoxiang's family is very rich, and she is an actor. She is a star assistant. During a confrontation between women, she was forced to block the ring for Xiaoxiang, and later Xiaoxiang took her to the hospital.

The two later became friends and became closer.

Xiaoxiang often told Mu Xiaoxiao about his dreams, those things that seemed to have happened in reality but could not happen. It's like a memory from a past life, and it's like an imaginary story.

On the day of the one-year anniversary of the two acquaintances, Xiaoxiang invited Mu Xiaoxiao to his hometown to play. The mountains and rivers there are beautiful, and the people are simple, which is very different from the feeling that she has been living in the city, so she lived for more than half a month.

Xiaoxiang's ancestral hall is different from others, it is big and gloomy, and the family is very prosperous. Others have gone out for two generations, and they have each come and gone, only Xiaoxiang's family has been continuing the rules set by the ancestors, and the family is not divided. So, the side branches are directly related, and all the brains are here to build houses and eat together. Formed a very spectacular large household, the original people in the village because of great pressure, moved away one after another, only a small part of the family remained, so, almost all here are Xiao surnames, only a few different surnames here. This village is the size of a small county town.

Mu Xiaoxiao was sometimes bored here, so she went to the only primary school in the village to teach.

She has a cheerful personality and is very popular with children. But the children of the Xiao family here are extremely domineering and always bully the weak.