Chang'an City West Zhao Mansion.

"Zhao Wujiang, Zhao Wujiang, Zhao Wujiang..."

Wang Yanning dipped water on the wooden table and kept writing Zhao Wujiang's name, and she just felt that Zhao Wujiang's figure was fading in her mind.

Wang Xi was in a hurry, she was washing clothes just now, and a sudden palpitation swept over her mind, and she hurriedly ran to the house.

When she ran to Wang Yanning's side, Wang Yanning's eyes were red, and she stared at the table in a daze, and there was a pool of water stains on the table.

"Wow", Wang Yanning cried loudly, she hugged Wang Xi tightly, she sobbed with pear blossoms and rain:

"Xi'er, I forgot..."

Wang Xi burst into tears and silently did not answer, but her heart had collapsed.

......

Guozijian.

"Eh, Miao Miao, where are you going?" The old sacrificial wine Zhang Huizhi chased after Miao Miao, ran through the palace and pavilion, and ran until he was outside the Guozi Prison.

The child in front of him suddenly froze in place, slowly squatted down, and cried loudly, like a little beggar who had been abandoned and wandered alone.

Zhang Huizhi sighed, he didn't know what was happening, and he didn't realize that all the information about Zhao Wujiang in his mind had disappeared, he didn't scold Miao Miao for running out of the class, but just walked towards Miao Miao with pity.

"Master... Miao Miao is afraid..."

Xiao Miaomiao suddenly cried, stood up, her small body fluttered in the wind, she ran to Chang'an Avenue, and then ran in no direction.

"Master?" Sacrificial wine Zhang Huizhi noticed that something was wrong, who was Miao Miao's master? No, Miao Miao is a child, how did she get into the country?

He was worried and wanted to chase after him, but his old body had exhausted his strength in the chase just now, and he was powerless to chase back Xiao Miaomiao.

"Ugh." There was a sigh in front of the main hall of Guozijian.

But today's Datang has more than one sigh.

Time flies, day by day.

Datang has not set off waves, and there is no bug in history, because it has gone through a long time and has long learned to justify itself.

No one remembered Zhao Wujiang, he passed away like a shock, like a green ant wine stain dripping from a red clay stove.

Wu Meiniang's lower abdomen is getting more and more bulging, and the courtiers congratulate the first emperor on the birth of her posthumous son, but she is becoming more and more silent, and there are countless doctors around her, often taking care of her, just like at the beginning, the eunuchs in the palace are anxiously running.

But no one broke in quietly, and there was no miracle doctor to relieve her depression.

Wang Yanning and Wang Xi also returned to the Wang family, silence was their language, and the sense of detachment and loss in the dark always surrounded the two sisters.

From Chang'an, across thousands of rivers and mountains, out of a little beggar, just like the initial follow, she stepped barefoot across the road, and returned to Lingnan.

She was covered with mud and dirt, her clothes were ragged, the winter snow froze her little feet, and her tender little face was chapped with skin.

"Do you know where Miao Miao's master is?"

But when people asked who her master was, this homeless child always buried her little head, staring at her little feet, tears filled her eyes, and it was difficult to tell how ugly she was.

...

Autumn goes to winter, the second year of Xianqing, the great cold, the eve of Chinese New Year's Eve.

Jiannan Road, Yucheng, Zhaojia Village.

On the hill, Zhao Shou was smoking dry tobacco in front of the tomb of his brother Zhao Changyuan, his eyes were far away, and the goose feathers and heavy snow had dyed his hair white.

"Zhao Shou, come to worship your brother's family of three again?"

A villager carried a hoe to the field, but the snow was so heavy that he had to go to the field to see the seeds that had been laid.

"Yes, tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, and an old friend came to pick me up and go to Longyou Road for the New Year, thinking that no one would worship on the first day of the new year, so I came in advance to offer a few incense."

Zhao Wujiang knocked his cigarette pouch on his cloth shoes, he coughed violently, feeling that his body was getting older and older, and this year's winter was differently cold.

"That's a good thing, you've been in this village for too long.

Anyway, you're coming every once in a while, I really don't understand, they've been dead for so many years, why should you indulge in the past. ”

Zhao Shou shook his head, the wrinkles on his face were deep:

"They're not dead."

"You're drinking?" The villager asked with a smile.

"As long as I remember, they won't die." Zhao Shoulang said loudly, he slowly stood up, picked up the moon hoe on the side, resisted on his shoulder, he held a cigarette stick in his mouth, looked back at the tombstone of his brother's family of three, and sighed:

"Let's go, I'm going to the fields too."

The villagers laughed, shook their heads, and said:

"You must have drunk again and talked nonsense."

......

"Mother, who is he?"

Lingnan Road, a small village, a family.

The child who had just entered the private school pointed to a faceless wooden sculpture in the hall and spoke, he was wearing a tiger's head and a tiger's brain, and he was worshipping the family god with his father and mother.

As soon as the woman put down a bowl of white meat in front of the wood carving, and begged for the prosperity of man and animal, she saw the child's disrespectful gesture, and she slapped it on the child's hand with a straight face:

"Don't talk like this to the gods, it's disrespectful."

"Oh." The child withdrew his hand aggrieved, the back of his hand was red, he kept rubbing, pouting and innocently said:

"But why don't the gods have eyes and noses, the father-in-law of the land has them..."

The father of the child on the side kowtowed, kindly picked up his son, and patiently explained:

"Not all gods have appearances, gods have a thousand faces.

And this idol is a god whose name is unknown. ”

"I don't know the name, why do you worship?" the child asked, puzzled.

"Because He has saved countless women and children in Lingnan Province and saved many children." The man was kind and kind, and touched his son's tiger-headed little head:

"We don't remember what He looked like or His name, but we all remember Him."

The child seems to understand whether he understands or not, and thinks that what his father said is so complicated, that he doesn't remember it, but he remembers it.

There was a noisy shouting outside the courtyard, and the man frowned, and walked out with his son in his arms, and after the woman respectfully worshiped the idol, she went to the kitchen to work, and tomorrow there was a guest in the house, so she had to prepare early.

The man pushed open the courtyard door, and it was snowy, with a row of small footprints.

He followed the footprints, and it was a girl in rags, wearing tattered shoes, her thumb was exposed, it was freezing cold, and her little body was shivering.

The carpenter next door was drinking the girl, and the man walked away with his son in his arms.

When he got closer, he learned from the carpenter that the girl had stolen the faceless idol he had carved not long ago. /

The man felt compassion, put down his son, squatted down, and said to his son:

"Call your mother, and bring some of your old clothes."

The tiger-headed boy quickly ran away, and the man instructed again: "Take a few more steamed buns." ”

"Got it, Dad." The boy ran as fast as he could.

The man held the girl and looked at it carefully.

His face was covered with dirt and his pigtails were dirty, and he was looking at him timidly.

He noticed that the girl was holding an unpainted idol tightly in her arms, and that she would not let go of the carpenter's ugly face. Laughing at literature

He asked softly:

"Why do you take the idol? What about your family? ”

The girl pouted, clasped the idol in her arms with both hands, her eyes were full of moisture, and tears seemed to drip down the world in the next moment, dragging her crying:

"This is the master."

......

Some people died, but not completely......

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He took a big breath of fresh air, and his chest trembled.

Confused, incomprehensible, all kinds of emotions come to my heart.

Where is this?

Then, Shi Yu subconsciously looked around, and then became even more dazed.

A single dormitory?

Even if he had managed to be rescued, he would have been in the ward by now.

And their own bodies...... How could it be that there was no injury at all.

With doubts, Shi Yu's gaze quickly swept from the room, and finally his gaze stayed on a mirror at the head of the bed.

The mirror reflected his current appearance, about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his appearance was very handsome.

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The previous self was a handsome young man in his twenties who had been working for a while.

And now, no matter how you look at it, this appearance is only the age of a high school student......

This change made Shi Yu stunned for a long time.

Don't tell him that the operation was a success......

The body and face have changed, and this is not a question of surgery or not surgery at all, but immortal magic.

He's a different guy altogether!

Don't...... Did you cross by yourself?

In addition to the mirror at the head of the bed, which was obviously not good in feng shui, Shi Yu also found three books next to it.

Shi Yu picked it up and looked at it, and the title of the book instantly silenced him.

"Essential Animal Breeding Manual for Novice Breeders"

Postpartum Care for Pet Animals

"Alien Beast Ear Girl Evaluation Guide"

Shi Yu: ???

The names of the first two books are quite normal, but what are you doing with the last one?

"Ahem."

Shi Yu's eyes were solemn and he stretched out his hand, but his arm quickly stiffened.

Just as he was about to open the third book to see what it was, his brain stabbed violently, and a flood of memories flooded back.

Icefield City.

Pet animal breeding base.

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Beastmaster?