Ban Fang

Chapter 1 Fire
Nancheng · Yuxi City

The cold green phosphorous fire quickly overflowed in the deep and endless narrow corridor, and the ensuing explosion sounded with perverted red flames, swallowing all visible people and things.

"It's miserable! It's too late to withdraw!" Yan Ji looked back at the two panicked companions with tears in their eyes. "Who is so cunning that they want to live in different quilts and die in the same place?"

After speaking, Yan Ji held her companion who had no chance to answer in both hands, and drowned in the sea of ​​red flames together.

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Beiyong·Jingcheng
Looking at the back of her father leaving and the flames spreading from her feet, she couldn't escape. If all this is just a mistake, then let her life end this sad farce...

Her father closed the door as if to shut off their blood relationship. She endured the burning pain and came to the door, looking at her sister outside the door looking at her in horror, her eyes full of innocence and helplessness.

She laughed, and the strange laughter filled the whole garden, and everyone outside the door was terrified except for the calmness of her father.

She hated why her father didn't give up at all before he died, she was also his daughter!
"Shi Yansi! I curse you with my life and my child's life! I want you to live forever without happiness!"

Yan Ji screamed in pain, even though she burned the last of her life, she still stared at the twin sister outside the door like a torch...

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The next day, Yan Si married Wang Mingye at the urging of her father.

A few months later, I don't know if it was a coincidence or if Yan Ji's curse was fulfilled, the only son of the Wang family contracted a rare and strange disease, which made doctors unable to do anything and died not long after.

Ten years later, the boy born by Yan Si is also the same as Ming Ye. He has the same strange disease and let go to the west. Yan Si, who suddenly lost his support, also hangs himself after burying the child...

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Yan Ji was lying on the carved rosewood bed, looking at the goose-yellow and flowing gauze curtain, with the silky quilt in her hands, she couldn't understand what happened for a while.

The pain and scorching heat of the two fires just now seemed to be still engraved on the body, and the tip of the nose could still smell the incense of scorching meat, which obviously showed that it was not a dream.

Looking blankly at the soft pink carving-like little hand, the original pink iris flower ring with light blue is gone, and the flower ring pattern has been arranged with the left and right pedicles facing each other, encircling the entire tail finger like a brand, and touching it is like a burnt ring. Soft as blisters, the stinging sensation of skin burns still twitched her eyebrows.

Yan Xie looked at the original titanium tool ring, which was the only ring mark that could prove that he had struggled for life for 30 years. The light pink and light blue traces submerged into the skin like tattoos and became a simple and elegant sculpture.

The huge memory slowly pouring into her mind like a tide made her speechless.

Not surprisingly, she was fortunate enough to live again and again. This heavy life was not her own life, but the protagonist who was burned again after crossing the border, and she definitely had the memory of her twins, which gave her a headache and scratched. Little head, sit up slowly, just want to ask: Who am I.

The Yong Dynasty, this unfamiliar and conservative dynasty, the twin sons of this pair of bodies, is destined to be a lifelong tragedy for the two.

"Are you awake, girl?" Ying'er poked her head from outside the gauze tent, and when she saw that the master woke up, she quickly hung up the gauze tent and waited for the wash.

Ying'er, Yan Ji's little maid, this made her breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she didn't have to ask me who I was.

How can it be a direct descendant?

Thanks to the strict family motto of Jing'anbo's house, which has been passed down for six generations, and the upbringing of the boudoir, this little secret has not been leaked to this day.

Being twins was born two quarters of an hour too late, strangled to death without seeing light, and able to live in secret for 16 years without worrying about food and clothing is a miracle!
Looking at the pink and jade-like girl reflected in the bronze mirror, Yan Ji just wanted to hide her aching head.

Seeing the master staring blankly at the bronze mirror, Ying'er shouted tentatively. "It's time for breakfast."

"Oh! Good!" Before Yan Yu could get used to the five shorts, she quickly jumped off the little tug, so fast that Ying'er didn't have time to help her, she fell to the ground at once, and the sound and light of the heavy blow to her head hurt.

Ying'er knelt beside her so frightened that she didn't know how to help her up.

"Don't! Don't ask me if I'm okay, and don't ask me whether it hurts or not." Yan Ji hugged her head and shrank to the bottom of the mirror as she wished, waving her small hand to refuse.

"..." Ying'er knelt on the side and didn't know how to help her up, wondering if it was damaged by a crash?

Mother Ruan came in with her breakfast and saw the two little guys kneeling on the ground. She hurriedly put the breakfast aside, picked Yan Ji up to check the bruises on her forehead, and scolded Ying'er without touching her. "What's wrong? Let the girl sit on the ground early in the morning and catch a cold? Why don't you go to Rui Yuyuan to get some ointment for removing blood stasis."

Ying'er, who was still in shock, hurriedly blessed herself, and ran to the Grand Lady's Court as if she were flying.

"This Ying'er is still so unconcerned, it hurt you so early in the morning." Mother Ruan hugged Yan Yan, who had tears in her eyes, and watched the blood stasis on her left forehead quickly spread out, she stretched out her hand. I don't even dare to plan to rub it off.

"Mother Ruan, I'm all right." The pain was so painful that she had to retrieve the name of the person in front of her from her memory. Yan Ji's undefeated for ten thousand years is a soul-stirring baby voice!She couldn't get used to it for a while, and the milky voice that would shake off three liters of pimples appeared naturally in her mouth. "Last night, I had a nightmare of being roasted by fire. When I woke up in the morning, I could smell the smell of burnt meat! It made me groggy all morning."

Mother Ruan listened to Yan Ji's reason, and smiled slowly, sniffing around her small body. "Good! Good! Mammy smell it and see where Jiao Xiang is?"

Yan Yan was amused by the mother's actions and giggled, trying to maintain her childlike innocence. "Mommy! I'm itchy."

"Does it still hurt? If it doesn't hurt, it's time to have breakfast! The news of the injury should come to Ruiyu Garden, so don't worry my wife." Mother Ruan put Yan Ji in front of the dining table and started to prepare dishes.

"it is good……"

Yan Ji's final voice was still in her mouth, and the mammy came to a Xiaolongbao with a thin skin that had been opened.

"Be careful it's hot..." Mammy Ruan felt relieved when she saw that she had eaten.

In the years since she was born, Yan Jing has been locked up in the small courtyard of the Buddhist Hall in Jing'anbo Mansion. Although the supply is as complete as the girl in the family, and the monthly schedule is not too short, she cannot leave this small courtyard. It's really hard.

Except for the eldest wife who came to care regularly, not many people in the entire Jinganbo mansion knew about the existence of Yan Ji, and she was almost at the age when she should learn the rules and read characters. ?
Dayong's twins of national law have to kill one of them!When the two girls were born, she didn't even invite her mother Wen, and it was the most prolific woman in the house, Li Wei, who delivered the delivery, so she had the opportunity to hide Yan Ji.

Yan Yan watched Aunt Ruan's brows getting deeper and deeper, and she knew that she was worried about her future again. In her memory, she treated her like a mother who was her own daughter. Later, after being exposed for smuggling her out of the house several times, the eldest wife Killed mercilessly.

Looking at the mother in her memory again and again, she was reluctant to give up the days when she died in exchange for the cage. She really didn't know whether the comments were good or bad.

"Mammy, don't think about it! It's enough to have you love and care for Auntie." Yan Yan tugged on Mammy Ruan's cuff, and her soft little hands stroked her knitted brows, preventing them from continuing to lock them.

She didn't want to come back to this tragic life, although she didn't know what these five short bodies could do, it wasn't hurting spring and autumn.

Nanny Ruan hugged Yan Ji in her arms with relief. "Good! Good! Our little girl is the best."

The eldest wife said that the beautiful girl is destined to live a life of retirement.

"Mammy, can you give me a short brown suit?" Yan Yan didn't like the look on her body, so she had to get rid of the clothes that tied her hands and feet before she could imagine how she would live the next day.

"Short brown?" Nanny Ruan was puzzled.

"Yeah!" Yan Yan nodded firmly. "I want to smooth out the flowers and plants around the Buddhist temple." She may have to continue to fall in this dress...

Seeing Nanny Ruan noncommittal, Yan Yan could only stand up from the chair slowly, swaying her arms around her and acting like a spoiled child. "Mommy, I just want to pass the time, okay?"

Ruan mama lost her mind. This seemed to be the first time she heard the request made by the older child in the Buddhist hall, and it was a humble request that made you want to cry...

Short brown is the uniform of the maidservants, can she wear it as an official girl?

Either way!

Mother Ruan sighed helplessly, and then looked at this secluded Buddhist hall and her, which one matched her identity?

Before her first request was exposed, how could the little girl be happy and lively?

　After wandering for a long time, it is not easy to find the pen

　　A try, thanks for having you
　　
　
(End of this chapter)