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Chapter 142

The soup was almost cold, so Mu Dianke picked up the medicine bowl and drank it in one gulp.A bitter taste of medicine entered her heart, choking her to the point of tears.

How bitter!she thought to herself.

I have drank many medicines in my life, but it seems that none of them is as bitter as today.

This is the prescription sent by Changqian Buddha, the medicine brewed.

Mu Dian was not stupid, she knew when she saw the black python and the gray eagle that someone from the northern kingdom wanted to kill her.

As for the fact that she brought Mei Longxue to pay Sifang, it was nominally to attract Lan Huaqiao, but in fact Xu Younan probably set up a trap to invite you into the urn in order to catch Tuoba Changrou and find out about Jin Yanchen's poisoning.

Why did Xu Younan hide it from her? She didn't want to ask.Why Tuoba Changrou wanted to kill her, she was even more lazy to care.

There are too many people who want to kill her, and there are always reasons of one kind or another.She was very tired and didn't have the energy to figure it out one by one.

After taking the medicine, I felt drowsy, hugged the quilt and fell into a dream.

She saw herself in a dream, alone, walking down a long corridor with a sword on her back.

The corridor was empty and windy, except for the whistling wind in my ears, I could only hear my own footsteps and breathing echoing for a long time.

There seemed to be a gravitational force at the end of the corridor, attracting her to keep walking forward, and every step she took, she could feel her body shrinking.

It was as if time had gone backwards, back to the year when I was eight years old.

At the age of eight, she was small, with two braids and clear eyes, like an elf.

It is July and August in Luoyang, when the heat is in full swing.

She had a nightmare during her afternoon nap, and dreamed about her grandparents, grandma, and cousin Liu.She woke up crying, but the maids in the courtyard ran away to hide.She was very sad, she got up and got dressed, and went to Canglan Courtyard to find Jin Lianyin.

The scenery of Canglan Courtyard is the same as before, with clusters of bamboos swaying in the wind, long vines on the side of the road, and honeysuckle dotted with broken silver.But today, the scent of flowers wafted in the air, but there was a strong smell of blood.

She saw Jin Lianyin walking out of the Canglan Courtyard in a daze, carrying a knife.The blood dripping from the tip of the knife dragged a long line of blood on the ground.

Immediately after, Mu Cangping also rushed out.

She had never seen him in such a mess before, with blood all over his face and body.The hair was also loose, messy and scattered, and the always high-spirited face was full of despair and pleading.

Mu Cangping grabbed Jin Lianyin from behind, trying to reach out and hug her.

Jin Lianyin turned around abruptly, and slapped Mu Cangping's chest on the knife wound. When he was dodging in a hurry, she held the knife handle instead, and pierced her chest with a knife.

Mu Cangping rushed over like crazy, grasping the blade tightly, the long knife cut through his palm, moved forward inch by inch, and finally pierced through Jin Lianyin's back.

Jin Lianyin stared fixedly at Mu Cangping, her eyes were weeping blood, her voice was shrill, and every word seemed to be cursing: "Mu Cangping, I, Jin Lianyin, will end our marriage with you today. See you!"

She forgot to cry.She didn't get up from the ground until she saw Jin Lianyin's body fall, and ran forward desperately, fell down, got up again, fell down again...she threw herself on the ground and cried loudly.

A hand came from behind and covered her mouth.

When I woke up, it was already dark.

Mu Zijin sat on the head of the bed, the dim candlelight reflected his thin face, forbearance and deep pain.

She jumped off the bed with bare feet, and was held tightly by Mu Zijin.She struggled desperately, beat him and beat him, she said: "I want to find my father, I want to find my mother, why don't you let me find her?"

Mu Zijin cried.

From the first day she knew this stubborn boy, she never saw him cry.

Mu Zijin pressed her shoulder and said to her almost gnashing his teeth: "Little Si, you have to remember that you had a nightmare today and left Julin Garden to come to Second Brother. You are always with Second Brother , You haven’t been to Canglan Courtyard, you haven’t seen anything.”

She stared blankly at Mu Zijin, tears streaming down her cheeks: "Second brother, is he your father, right? Grandpa, sixth cousin... are all fathers, right?"

She was dizzy from fever, Li Mulian brought her a bowl of soup and medicine, her smile was as kind as usual: "Si Er, be good, take the medicine, and you'll be fine."

She was woken up by the screams outside the door, and when she woke up, she found that the room was full of the smell of tung oil. She was so weak that she couldn't move.

Lying in bed, she watched the fire burn from the corridor to the room, from the floor to the bed.A large beam was broken by the fire and fell down with flames.

The dumb Ah Ku got out of the tunnel and blocked the beams that hit her head.

She saw blood spurting out of Ah Ku's mouth, spraying it all over her face, the smell was fishy.The flame scorched the flesh on Ah Ku's back, and the smell was stinky.

This stench, together with the smell of tung oil that filled the room, lingered in her nose for a long time.For so many years, it has been permeating in her sleep.

Ah Ku wrapped her in the wet quilt, and carried her into the tunnel.

She poked her head out of the tunnel and saw Mu Zhongcheng standing at the entrance of the tunnel holding a sword.

Mu Zhongcheng looked at her, and she also looked at Mu Zhongcheng, her eyes were clouded with tears.

Mu Zhongcheng turned and walked away.

I don't know if it's because of the serious injury, or because of being dumb for too long, Ah Fu speaks intermittently.She put her ear to his mouth, struggling to hear what he said.

Ah Ku said: "The leader said...Mu...Cangping...too deep...don't worry...but Miss Ba...Eight Miss likes...look...look...to protect Miss Ba...four...four children If you want to survive...go...go to the desert and find Xu Younan."

Ah Ku said he wanted to eat buns.She ran barefoot on the street, looking for the steamed stuffed bun shop called Zhen Rong.I'm afraid that Ah Fu won't be able to eat hot buns if he goes back late.

She went back to the firewood room with the steaming steamed buns in her arms, but Ah Ku disappeared.

She returned to Mu's house amidst the crowd of onlookers, only to find that the tunnel she escaped from was gone.

She knew that Ah Ku would never come back again!

Ah Ku took the secret of her survival and buried herself in the ground forever.

She remembered that when Ah Ku was alive, she liked listening to her singing and seeing her laugh the most.

She wanted to sing for Ah Fu, but the voice came out of her throat, dry, ugly, ugly.She wanted to laugh, but cried instead.

Holding the bag of steamed stuffed buns in her arms, she walked out of Luoyang City while crying.

A gust of wind blew, and she was forced to back down the corridor.The wind blows towards the body one by one, like a steel knife passing through the bone, the pain is endless, and eventually it becomes numb.

She finally returned to the year when she was 17 years old.

She was wearing a snow-white blouse, a long green skirt, and holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing in the smoky rain in Gusu.

His long hair hangs down his shoulders, and his eyes are quiet.

A handsome man in a silver brocade robe walked towards her with a smile.

He reached out to her far away.

She also smiled, and stretched out her hand to grab his hand, but it was in vain.

Yusi floated over from behind the man, and he started to back up, backing up continuously.

She panicked and ran after him desperately, reaching out to catch him over and over again, but always catching him in vain.

The man smiled at her: "Look, you can't catch up with me."

When the wind stopped and the rain stopped, Mu Dianke suddenly opened his eyes, and the Lingtai was completely clear.

His temples were sticky, his collar was soaked, and his neck was cold.

She didn't reach out to wipe it, letting the warm liquid flow out from the corner of her eyes and into her hair.The temperature dissipated in the air, and the ice was cold.

She remembered it all!
She remembered when she was eight years old, holding the doll that Jin Yanchen gave her, and sat at the gate of the city waiting for him to come back; she remembered that Mu Cangping brought back the corpses of the Jin family's mother and son from Cangguidu, stroking her head and saying earnestly : Little Sier, forget about it... You are from the Mu family, your surname is not Jin...

She thought of Li Mulian's ambiguous smile when she fed her medicine; she thought of Ah Ku's scorched and painful appearance; she thought of the misery and despair in Jin Lianyin's eyes... and the scene in Luoyang City that reflected half of the sky fire!

It turned out that she never forgot.She just doesn't want to remember.

She was dumb, and hummed softly the nursery rhyme her grandmother had taught her when she was a child.

Just like many nights in the past, she was cold and afraid, and she was too sad to fall asleep, so she would sit on the Gobi under the moon with her legs crossed, singing while crying:
It's dark, don't be afraid, there is a big moon in the sky;

It's dark, don't be afraid, there is a mother in the dream;
It's dark, don't be afraid, Yuner and Yuer are here to accompany you;
……

It's dark, don't be afraid, it will be dawn as you walk.

　Fortunately, a chapter can be coded and updated on the weekend.

　　I am very sorry to tell everyone that Luoluo will be discontinued.Or the food poisoning meme.The poisoning was severe, and the immunity was severely weakened, so I have been in a state of cold since then.This time was especially brutal. I had a low-grade fever intermittently for almost a week. I had headaches and body pains. I was sick to make up for my previous leave debts. It was very sour.

　　I believe everyone has felt the recent decline in the quality of articles.

　　For the upcoming chapter, I wrote three versions, four or five chapters, but none of them were satisfactory.The articles that have been put on the shelves do not steal everyone's money, let alone consume everyone's trust.

　　Physically and mentally exhausted, uninspired, not perfunctory.

　　Thank you for accompanying me to the present every day.

　　Sorry again!Hope to see you again when we return.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)