It's snowing heavily and covered in silver.
Zhongyong Palace.
In a dilapidated house in the backyard, there was only a half-worn dragon and phoenix wedding candle burning.
The cold wind pierced through the window lattice like an ice knife and blew into the house, cutting Mu Ziyan's thin body one by one.
Aunt Cui, who was shivering from the cold, rubbed her hands and breathed, looking worriedly at her master, whose hands and feet were numb from the cold.
"Princess, young prince."
Nanny Cui's eyes were filled with tears, and her hands tremblingly swollen from the frostbite reached over, fearing that the master in front of her would die like this.
Mu Ziyan slowly turned her eyes at this moment, staring at the swaying red candle and blinking, her chapped lips pursed slightly, her heart was swollen with a headache, she suppressed the sweetness in her roar and opened her lips calmly.
After not speaking for a long time, his usually gentle and quiet voice became hoarse, "Now let's do it."
"Princess, I have already sent someone, and it will be done tonight."
Nanny Cui gritted her teeth and replied, with a murderous intent flashing across her eyes.
Mu Ziyan curled up her hands tremblingly, her fingers already frozen, and the dried blood on her hands stung her eyes.
The corners of her eyes were sore and uncomfortable.
She clenched her fists, and her nails dug into her palms.
The pain was spreading, but it forced her to gradually Sober.
She slowly stood up from the chair, wearing a plain coat, with only a rich jade hairpin in her hair.
She gradually let go of her hand, raised her hand to stroke the hairpin, and her eyes shot out with piercing eyes.
Cold light.
Aunt Cui stood quietly beside her, her heart already filled with despair.
Mu Ziyan slowly stepped out of the house and stood in the courtyard, the thick white snow under her feet making a squeaking sound.
She just stood quietly in the center, letting the wind and snow blow against her haggard cheeks.
Her delicate skin was red from the cold.
She looked straight ahead like an ice sculpture, as if waiting for someone.
Aunt Cui was waiting next to her, her lips turned purple from the cold, but she said nothing.
I don't know how long it took, but there were heavy footsteps in the distance, until the courtyard door was kicked open, and a tall figure walked in quickly.
When that hand was pinching her neck, her expression was terrifyingly calm.
Looking through the dark eyes in front of her, she wanted to dig out his heart and see how dark it was that he could freeze his own son to death.
"Bitch"'s deep roar pierced her heart like a sharp sword.
"Haha" Mu Ziyan laughed wildly, feeling that his throat was filled with fishy sweetness, and he gradually lost his breath.
"Princess" Nanny Cui quickly stepped forward to stop her, but was kicked out and died on the spot.
Mu Ziyan finally shed tears from her eyes.
She thought her tears had dried up long ago when she hugged the frozen Lin'er.
She raised her right hand and tightly grasped the claw that was squeezing her throat.
The hand hidden in her left sleeve held the dagger tightly, and she inserted it into his body with her last breath.
"Seeking death" roared again, and she was thrown out by him forcefully.
Her body flew out with the force and fell heavily on the snow.
She supported her body with both hands, and the blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth dropped on the white snow, like red plum blossoms blooming proudly, lonely and cold.
She stared coldly at those angry eyes and shouted at Xue Tian, "Lin'er, mother has avenged you.
Lin'er, mother will come to accompany you right now."
She suddenly stood up from the ground and rushed to the big tree nearby, but was caught by the arm.
She was dropped on the ground again.
The water jade hairpin slipped from her bun.
She crawled on the snow and grabbed the hairpin carefully.
Holding her in his arms, her chin was pinched hard, forcing her to look at him.
"You caused the Queen to have a miscarriage, and she will no longer have any heirs.
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How could I allow you to die so easily."
He ignored the stabbing on his body and stared at her angrily, "I want you to Buried with that child.”
"Haha."
Mu Ziyan laughed so hard that her heart ached, "Burial, Leng Hanfeng, you want me to bury her child with her, and Lin'er, he is your biological son, and you actually hurt Lin'er for her sake.
With just one word of displeasure, Lin'er was made to kneel in the snow all night.
Lin'er is only three years old.
How can you bear the poison of a tiger but not its child?"
When she saw that little figure buried in the snow and freezing to death in the snow, she had already given up.
She also gave up all thoughts about Leng Hanfeng.
It was only her fault that she was blind and mistaken for the jackal.
That's why we ended up like this.
"Lin'er is so innocent."
Mu Ziyan's eyes were full of hatred, "Leng Hanfeng, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely make this couple of bitches like you die a miserable death."
The hairpin in her hand has been inserted into her heart.
It is a treasure given to her by Lin'er.
Lin'er, mother is here to accompany you.
Leng Hanfeng looked at Mu Ziyan who was falling softly, and loosened his grip on her chin.
His handsome face was coated with a layer of unwillingness and resentment, and his sharp eyes looked at the burning red candle on the long table in the room. .
That was when he got married to her While he was thinking, a black shadow fell down, reported in a low voice, and disappeared into the snowy night in an instant.
He looked coldly at the body covered with a thin layer of snow on the ground, "Bitch, I will make you live in peace forever."
Mu Ziyan thought she was dead, but why did she still see that face that made her hate it?
She watched with her own eyes as her body was crushed into ashes and finally dissolved into the dragon and phoenix candle.
She felt that her eyes were completely dark and she fainted with resentment.
When she woke up, she turned into a lonely soul and wandered in the world for thousands of years.
Until a thunderstorm broke the red candle, she thought she was going to die, but she never thought...
"Yan'er, my son" Mu Ziyan felt an unbearable headache and her body seemed to be much heavier.
She frowned slightly.
The familiar yet unfamiliar voice lingered in her ears.
Her heart sank slightly and she woke up faintly.
When she opened her eyes, the sunlight was too dazzling, and she panicked for a moment.
When the warm soft light fell on her cheeks, she couldn't help but take a breath.
It had been how long since she had seen the sun.
"Yan'er, you're awake."
A soft hand covered her forehead, her voice full of concern.
Mu Ziyan half-squinted her eyes, and when she met those watery eyes, her heart seemed to be cut open.
Even though she is a thousand-year-old ghost, she will inevitably get excited when facing her loved ones.
The sound of "Mother" escaped from her chest, bringing her back from her dazed state of mind.
"Madam, the eldest lady is awake."
The familiar voice from the side sounded again.
Mu Ziyan opened her eyes wide, suppressed the excitement in her heart, and called softly, "Mother Cui Cui" "Miss, you are thirsty."
When Grandma Cui saw her mistress calling her, her face lit up and she asked cautiously.
Mu Ziyan nodded gently, and she was gently lifted up.
His eyes always fell on the woman in front of him.
She had a delicate oval face, almond-shaped eyes, and a loving smile on her lips.
She looked at her.
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I can't hide my distress at times.
"Yan'er, you scared me to death."
Mrs.
Qi carefully held her daughter in her arms.
After being worried all night, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Mu Ziyan gradually regained consciousness, and it was only for a moment that she seemed to have recovered her memories that had been blurred for a long time.
From time to time, her mother's worried words could be heard in her ears, and her heart was beating thumpingly.
As if she thought of something, she quickly raised her weak hand, and then realized that the hand was white and slender, but very small.
She gently pulled her mother's finger, "Mom, Yan'er knows that she was wrong."
Mrs.
Qi looked at the pair of dark eyes in front of her, looking at her pitifully.
She didn't dare to blame her anymore, but she just sighed helplessly, "Yan'er, you're so good to Xi girl." , Mom has no objection, but how can you risk your own life for her?"
Mu Ziyan's memory was brought back bit by bit, and she stared at her shrunken hand.
Then, listening to her mother's reproach and distress, her eyes flashed with a faint light.
She suppressed the surprise in her heart and spoke timidly, "Mom, Yan'er will never worry my mother again in the future."
"I hope you have a longer memory."
Mrs.
Qi comforted Mu Ziyan for a few words, took the teacup from Nanny Cui's hand, fed Mu Ziyan a few sips herself, and then turned and left the room.
After stepping out of the boudoir, Ms.
Qi's eyes were slightly cold.
She put one hand on Nanny Cui's arm and the other on her waist, and said in a deep voice, "What can you find out?"
"Madam, this was done very cleanly.
I only found out the wife who was in charge of the kitchen.
The old slave has already sold that woman."
Aunt Cui always lowered her head and replied softly, with a flash of shrewd eyes.
Cold and severe.
"I actually extended my hand to Yan'er, so no wonder I'm cruel."
Mrs.
Qi's eyes flashed with cold light, and she walked away from "Yan'er Courtyard."
Mu Ziyan was lying on the bed, her heart beating hard.
She put her palm on her heart, took a deep breath, and suddenly laughed silly.
She didn't expect that she would be reborn.
She had been a lonely soul for thousands of years, wandering in darkness for thousands of years, and now she was alive again, and she was even reborn at the age of ten.
She quickly got up from the bed, got down to the ground barefoot, knelt on the ground, clasped her hands, kowtowed to the sky, and murmured happily, "Thank you God for your love."
At this time, she heard a delicate voice coming from outside the house.
She slowly got up from the ground and lay back on the bed.
Then she heard the door being pushed open and subtle footsteps came to her ears.
Mu Ziyan closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Even though she had gone through thousands of years, she could not dissipate the anger in her heart.
She cursed in her heart.
Thinking of this situation, she gritted her teeth with hatred, "Mu Zixi , you came just in time.”
"Sister," the soft voice reached her ears through the curtains, and when the footsteps got closer and closer, the slender figure was already standing next to the bed.
Hearing the word "eldest sister", Mu Ziyan sneered in her heart.
If she hadn't regarded Mu Zixi as her own sister and cared about her at all times, how could she have ended up in such a miserable end?
It was only because she was too stupid.
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Innocent.
While Mu Ziyan was secretly mocking, Mu Zixi, who was standing next to the bed, rolled her eyes.
Seeing that Mu Ziyan on the bed did not react in any way, she carefully took out an embroidered handkerchief from her sleeve.
After opening the embroidered handkerchief, there was a piece of oil paper wrapped inside.
She quickly opened the oil paper and carefully lifted up a corner of the brocade quilt covering Mu Ziyan.
When she saw the wound on the ankle, she removed the powder inside the oil paper.
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