Glory in Troubled Times: The Empress' Growth Path

Chapter 1 Wild Girl

In the dormitory, Hua Qiong was sitting in front of the table, exhaling continuously while rubbing his hands that were about to freeze, his eyes still did not leave the books spread out on the table.

"I'm going to take the high math test tomorrow, so prepare well."

"Ah! It's so cold! If only the temperature in the dormitory was as warm as this light."

Hua Qiong looked up at the other roommates, they were all buried in their books, studying hard, no one was distracted.

Guys, you guys are really hot.

But can high numbers be seen with the eyes?
Hua Qiong looked at the various mathematical symbols in the book, and couldn't help but think of the clichéd sentence: High mathematics abused me thousands of times, and I treated high mathematics like first love.

If anyone abused himself like Gao Shu, I wish I could tear him into eight pieces.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Hua Qiong scratched her hair, took a deep breath, and calmed down her irritable mood. Everyone was working hard, let alone whether she could achieve excellence, at least she must not be left behind.

But why does this high number become more hypnotic the more you look at it? . .

Hua Qiong's head lowered gradually, and the whole body slowly lay down, the scent of printing ink on the book penetrated clearly into his mind, and the high numbers in front of him gradually became messy, like a tangle of hemp binding Hua Qiong's consciousness continuously. fall.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Hua Qiong opened his sleepy eyes, and the front was gray.

Dorm power outage?
"Whose wild girl slept in the middle of the road?"

"Could it be that someone's child got lost?"

"It's so shabby, it looks so pitiful."

These voices are not like the ones I have heard before, they are very strange, they don't seem to be from the dormitory supervisor, who is playing TV in the dormitory?
Hua Qiong was frightened by the cold air, and after waking up, he saw the surrounding situation clearly.

The surrounding area was indeed gray, but it was just the shabby clothes worn by the people in front of them, with few other colors except black and gray. They surrounded the city in a circle, like dark clouds in the sky, enclosing Hua Qiong in the middle.

Seeing Hua Qiong wake up, one of the passers-by asked concerned: "Which family are you from? Why did you fall asleep on the road? It's very dangerous. Go home."

What child, what road.

Hua Qiong was a little puzzled for a moment.

Before Hua Qiong could speak, a passer-by said again: "You don't know her? She is an unwanted child in our village. Her mother died of illness not long ago. Unfortunately, she is the only one left!"

"Who's family member you say is dead, accumulate some morals!"

Hua Qiong was stunned as soon as he opened his mouth. Is this the sound coming from his own mouth?
Looking down, I saw that I was wearing the same clothes as the passers-by, only more tattered and dirty, and my hands had not been washed for many days, and the black color on them had dried on my hands, giving off an inexplicable smell.

Before she could vomit, Hua Qiong noticed that the size of her palm was very wrong.

Looking at his feet again, one shoe was gone, revealing his red toes.

This! ! ! !

Hua Qiong was shocked for 1 years!

This is impossible! !
Hua Qiong stumbled out of the crowd, and the memory of the original body began to flood into his mind.

A child's memory is very blank, except for the dead mother and the leaky thatched hut.

Hua Qiong looked around, and all he could see were houses made of mud and thatch, scattered here and there. The better houses were made of wood, which was very eye-catching.

There were some people standing outside the house, their clothes were not at all modern.

Hua Qiong stood blankly in front of these houses, the biting wind reminded Hua Qiong that if he didn't find a place to hide, he would really freeze to death.

Memories flooded in again, this time about Yuan Zhen and where her mother lived.

Hua Qiong had goosebumps all over his body, so he had to mechanically walk along the path in his memory, looking for the original house.

From time to time, the road will attract villagers' inquiring eyes, but most of them are guarded and indifferent, like looking at a stone or a stray dog ​​on the road.

Hua Qiong flew to the small hut in his memory.

The house in front of me can't even be described as a "house", but can only be called a simple shed. A few pieces of broken wood and thatch in front of me are combined, and the open doors tied together are called doors.

Hua Qiong opened it with a light pull.

Not caring so much, Hua Qiong rushed to the pottery basin in the house. In his memory, it was used by the original body and mother for drinking water, and there would always be some left in it.

Hua Qiong rubbed her face, and slowly looked towards the clay basin filled with water.

A five or six-year-old girl was reflected on the calm water, dirty and dirty.

Hua Qiong reached out and touched her face, and the little girl in the water touched her face too.

"what!!"

A child's scream rushed out of the dilapidated thatched hut, Hua Qiong fell to the ground, panting heavily, his mind was in chaos, he kicked backwards until his back was pressed against the wall, unable to retreat Withdrew, the chill ran up Hua Qiong's back and all over his body.

If he gets under the ice again, he must be sick. Hua Qiong stood up and patted the dirt on his body. Now he was more worried about what happened to himself on the other side.

I only remember that I was looking at high mathematics, it seems that I just took a nap.

Could it be possible to go back after taking another nap?

Hua Qiong glanced at the dilapidated house, there was really no place to rest, so she simply ran to the thatch pile in the house, scraped away the surrounding thatch, dug out a hole of suitable size for herself, and then lay down in it, humming Chi waved his little hand to cover his body with thatch.

As soon as he lay down, a carp jumped up.

The thatch is too damp inside!If the cold air is a physical attack, the damp thatch is a magical attack, which completely broke Hua Qiong's defense.

Moreover, the thatch can easily poke the exposed skin, which is painful and itchy, which is very uncomfortable.

There is absolutely no way to take a nap!
Looking around, apart from a pottery pot and the thatched pile next to the door, there is only a table, a chair, a cabinet and a wooden board supported by stones.

This should be the bed.

The only furnishings are very old and simple.

cabinet!

Hua Qiong's eyes lit up when he saw the cabinet, and he ran over excitedly. After examining it carefully, the cabinet didn't look like it was made of good wood, and it was divided into three layers.

Opening the bottom layer, there are several very old clothes inside, with several patches on them, very thin, Hua Qiong felt it.

It is made of cotton and linen, and it is worn in summer without exception.

Open the second layer, except for some dry sweet potatoes, there are only a few dishes, two pairs of chopsticks, and an unknown item in a broken clay pot. Hua Qiong reached out and squeezed a little, smelled it, and A faint bitter and salty taste entered the nasal cavity.

It's salt, but it's useless to use salt now.

Hua Qiong looked up at the third floor, but with his current height, he couldn't reach it.

Turn around and pull the chair by the table.

As soon as he walked in, he heard the paper on the table being blown non-stop by the wind, but it was not blown off the table, Hua Qiong was curious, climbed up the chair with great effort, and saw that the paper was blown by the wind Stop painting.

The memory of the original body surged again.

Every month, my mother would paint a portrait of the same person, and after the painting was finished, she hugged the original body and washed her face with tears.

Hua Qiong's head was full of question marks, what's going on.

Hua Qiong unfolded the painting on the table, the human face in the painting was pressed by the inkstone, no wonder it was not blown down by the wind.

After removing the inkstone, the face of a young man appeared clearly in front of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)