My imagination has come true

The wind and sand in Xuanzhou are heavy. If you stay here for a while, you will feel as if you are dehydrated.

Wang Xiaoru looked through the crowd at the old grandma selling bronze mirrors by the roadside. At first glance, she could hardly recognize that it was herself in the bronze mirror. Her hair was disheveled and her skin color was unclear. But she knew without looking that it must be her. Waxy and bloodless, very ugly.

She is actually prepared to endure hardships. How can she not suffer when she goes out to work? But it was nothing like she had imagined.

Along the way to Xuanzhou City, she made a lot of plans, a lot of mental preparations, and she also had a lot of ambitions!

She wanted to be a completely different person from the ordinary ladies in the capital, and she wanted to do great things.

Although she doesn't know exactly how to do it or what she can do, she can relieve the worries of the court, her husband, and the people. As long as she can do it, it is always right.

She worked hard to build a good relationship with the nobles in the capital, raised large sums of money and went to Xuanzhou, just to make a difference.

When I first arrived in Xuanzhou, as expected, the whole of Xuanzhou was in chaos. There was a lack of people, money, and food, which made people panic. Wang Xiaoru's heart was surging, and all kinds of feelings came to her heart. She had a serious discussion with her husband in private for a long time about the things she had brought with her. How to use the charity money and how to alleviate Xuanzhou's difficulties.

But as soon as she approached Xuanzhou City, she first encountered the scene of foreign cavalry charging into the city to kill people. Corpses were everywhere, and the smell of blood attracted many vultures. She was so sick that she immediately vomited all over the ground. Fortunately, she escaped and sneaked into the city. Zi lost his energy and spirit and was ill for a long time.

Lang Jun was also frightened, and both of them were at a loss.

The final result, I don't know whether it was good or bad, but it was good. After all, the war did not break out. Xuanzhou City was almost won without a fight. Everyone who fought in this battle felt happy.

But for her, it's not just good.

The sky is hanging in the sky, and the fairies are talking to Mu Qingyun every day. Whenever Wang Xiaoru sees it, he feels very uncomfortable.

While I was deep in thought, I suddenly heard the slightly excited voice of my man——

"Aru, for the time being, the shop we bought will be engaged in the sweater business. Later, we will ask the government to send some useful stewards over. After all, it is far away from the capital, so we need reliable manpower."

Wang Xiaoru smiled, recovered, and nodded slowly: "...Listen to the Marquis."

He was talking with a smile on his face, but his mind was a little empty and uncomfortable.

Wang Xiaoru took the money from the donation and wanted to turn the tide and become a heroine who would outshine the world, especially Mu Qingyun.

It doesn't matter if Mu Qingyun came down from the sky, or if he is a god, she has always had a premonition that she will suppress that person named Mu for the rest of her life.

She is also a proud daughter of heaven. If she didn't have a special status, how could she be reborn?
But in Xuanzhou City, she took the initiative to stand up and join the Marquis, taking the money to buy various supplies. Only then did she realize that this time, it was not the help she had imagined, but just the icing on the cake.

She has made a contribution, but the credit is not just hers.

Mu Qingyun brought caravans by land and water early in the morning. Her people cleared the traffic very quickly. The materials for the court were delivered immediately. The food was only in short supply for three to five days. Even the profiteers did not have time to hoard. , those who were dealt with were picked up by the government, and those who were not dealt with were frightened out of their courage by the sky. They even refused to earn money, and even wanted to give money to keep food prices down.

The few supplies and money that she and the Marquis brought out, mixed with such a large amount of silver and grain, were just a drop in the ocean and a small amount of credit. It was like the businessman surnamed Cheng from the south of the Yangtze River who transported twenty dollars from overseas in a big ship in one go. Large ships of food and other supplies. The people in Xuanzhou City didn't know who she was.

It's okay for the Marquis, after all, his identity is there. Although all the officials are thinking about the sky, the heavenly list, and becoming an immortal, they still care about his identity and take the initiative to support him. If he is distracted, those officials will She was very grateful, but as Mrs. Hou, she was just a vassal of the Marquis. People also praised her a few times, which was obviously to praise her, but in fact they were still flattering the Marquis.

Wang Xiaoru thought about it over and over again, but she always felt that something was wrong.

Speaking of which, after her rebirth, she initially just wanted to live a peaceful life in the Marquis' Mansion. If she didn't give this heart to her husband, she would just be free.

She has always done this.

Obviously everything was as she thought, she did not completely give up her heart to the Marquis, and she and the Marquis treated each other with respect, but it was just a passable affection on the surface, but she was just not satisfied, especially not satisfied.

The half-immortal said that it was Mu Qingyun who blocked her luck and blocked her way. She believed it deeply and secretly swore countless nights that she would change everything, cut off the connection between Mu Qingyun and Heaven, and make her unlucky. , but it’s easy to think about it, but what can you do?
All the calculations were in vain. Today she saw how the gods in the sky protected Mu Qingyun. They really held the thunder in their palms and gave it to Mu Qingyun to play with.

In the mortal war, those gods dared to intervene for Mu Qingyun.

"..."

Wang Xiaoru always believed in the past that gods cannot interfere in mortal affairs, and that everything Mu Qingyun did was illegal. Sooner or later, this matter would be exposed, and she would be punished. But at this moment, she suddenly lost such Confidence.

If so many gods did so many things for Mu Qingyun, even if Mu Qingyun was violating the rules and these gods were also violating the rules, she had no confidence that one day she would be able to overpower Mu Qingyun.

Wang Xiaoru's eyebrows beat for a while, and her heart felt helpless - could it be that she and Mu Qingyun had a bad fate in their previous lives? Are they born to be enemies?
Does the person named Mu have to come to persecute her?

The wind was blowing, the sand was blowing against my face, and the sky slowly lit up again. Through the heavy gravel, the sky was still sunny and sunny, with auspicious clouds, birds, and flowers in full bloom.

Siming Shenjun held his chin and drank tea. While instructing Mu Qingyun and others to pack their bags, he happily peeked at the papers written by Wang Yingjie and others.

"Well, the information is detailed and well written. Boy, after you go to heaven, what about my Siming Palace? I want you to stop it and make sure that you pass the test for ascending to immortal smoothly and be promoted to upper immortal smoothly. .”

Wang Yingjie: "..."

While chatting, Mu Qingyun suddenly raised his eyebrows, turned around and looked over, and saw the heroine who rarely appeared in front of her. She walked over lightly, her long skirt crossing the stone paved road. Road, with a little courage and determination on his face.

"Siming Shenjun!"

Wang Xiaoru took a deep breath, stood in front of Mu Qingyun's RV, looked up at the sky, with firm eyes, and said loudly, "Shenjun, do you know me?"

The market suddenly became quiet.

Mu Qingyun was also a little surprised - did the heroine discover something?