The Queen of War

Falling flowers covered the moon, and the flying petals fell on the small grave.

Zhong Wuyan stood quietly in front of the small grave and looked at the flying flowers all over the sky. Her heart was sour.

"Are you my mother?" her voice sounded very ethereal and echoed gently in the night. "I'm sorry. You were worried about me. I know you wouldn't have gone so early if I hadn't disappeared."

The grave was very small, and the old farmer didn't know how long he had not come. It was covered with weeds. What husband and wife love, what will last forever, in the end, time will obliterate everything. The old farmer lived in this peach forest and was very close to the grave, but he never thought of coming here to offer sacrifices. In his mind, when he could marry another house, he had already left his poor wife behind.

Here, Zhong Wuyan cleaned it up and often came to offer sacrifices. When she asked the old farmer about the grave, the old farmer looked dazed and turned most of the way on the mountain before he found the small grave.

Zhong Wuyan once imagined more than once what her mother looked like, but now, her mother lies quietly in the cold grave. She wanted to do some filial duty for her mother, comb her hair and mend her clothes, but now all this can only become an eternal dream.

Yan Ying took mother-in-law Feng and left. Without hesitation, mother-in-law Feng agreed to his proposal. However, when she left, she was remembering Zhong Wuyan and worried about her life alone. However, Yan Ying was not worried, because he knew that the disciples of Taohua mountain were dandelions floating in the wind. As long as there was a little vitality, they would take root. No matter how difficult the environment is, they can't bow their heads. Even if they die, they still maintain the most proud attitude.

The old farmer lost his temper when they left. Suddenly, two people were missing to serve him, which made him very uncomfortable. Although granny Feng is ugly, she is good at cooking. Although she can't compare with the royal food in the palace, she has absolutely complete color, smell and taste. But no matter how he objected, Zhong Wuyan ignored him. Although she was very filial to the old farmer, there was no room for discussion on this matter.

Finally, she found her own root, but she was not happy in her heart. I don't know why, she felt very indifferent to the farmer's feelings. After this time, she still felt as if she was facing a stranger. Originally thought that blood was thicker than water, but Zhong Wuyan felt that their feelings were more indifferent than water. The old farmer's selfishness made her a little cold. She didn't understand why her biological father didn't even have compassion?

In the thatched house, the old farmer was having a drink with Wang Meimei, very relaxed. In the past, three people served them both. Now all this falls on Zhong Wuyan. Although Zhong Wuyan can cook, she can't compare with grandma Feng.

Zhong Wuyan finished the memorial service, carrying a bamboo basket and slowly returned to the thatched house.

The old farmer and beauty Wang drank a little too much, and their eyes were dim.

"By the way, you look good..." Wang Mei lay on the table and sneered with wine. "Why, why did she have such a daughter? She wore a mask all day, and no one knew what she looked like. You said, what did your daughter look like when she was a child?"

Everyone is curious about Zhong Wuyan's appearance. However, few people have the courage to take off the golden mask and see the true face of Lushan. They all decided that there must be an extremely ugly face under the mask. They would be scared out of their wits at a glance. But they never dreamed that under the mask was a beautiful face, a beautiful and intoxicating face. That face is enough to tarnish all flowers and shame the bright moon.

Wang Meimei's face has some spring color. She looks particularly charming and moving, just like the most gorgeous peach blossom. Her beautiful eyes sparkled with spring water and glittered with charming light.

Looking at the beautiful Wang who was as beautiful as spring flowers, the old farmer's saliva flowed down and his eyes were bright. The beauty in front of her is so beautiful. Her eyes are like silk. Although she is dressed in coarse cloth, she can't hide her beauty. She casually covered a light blue coarse cloth dress, revealing a bright red bra, and a trace of snow breast loomed.

"If she is one tenth as beautiful as you, I'll be thankful!" his eyes fell on the scarred snow breast of beauty Wang, and a wisp of shallow smile rippled on her face. "When she was born, she was as black as a piece of charcoal. At that time, I still doubted whether my old woman gave birth to such a black girl by stealing people?"

He didn't lie. His wife was beaten by him when she gave birth to her daughter. Although he and his wife are not too white, they are definitely not black. How could they have such a dark daughter? However, if his wife steals, there is no such a black man in the whole Xia family!

"But she's so white now!" beauty Wang drank up the wine in the cup. "Although she looks ugly, her skin is good. It's really not easy to keep her skin like this all the year round!"

Beauty Wang has always been very confident about her skin. But when she saw Zhong Wuyan's snow like skin, she couldn't help sighing. The snow like skin is extremely delicate, as smooth as the best lanolin white jade. Sometimes she even wondered if the ugly woman in front of her was Zhong Wuyan? This woman is exposed to the sun and wind all day. Her skin is not rough. Why is it better than those women who maintain their skin all day?

"Her skin seems to compete with that of Mrs. Xia." Wang Mei secretly thought, "although the old woman is old, her skin is not inferior to any young woman."

Although she hated Mrs. Xia, she had to admit that the old woman's skin was really good. I really don't know how to maintain it.

At the thought of Mrs. Xia, beauty Wang suddenly felt that Zhong Wuyan seemed to be similar to that woman. Although she couldn't say exactly what it was like, she vaguely felt that the two women had a very special temperament, which was free from vulgarity and resolute.

Although the old farmer drank too much, he would not admit that he was pretending. He lay on the table and said with a silly smile: "some people will grow whiter and whiter! As the saying goes, a white covers a hundred ugly. But even if the girl turns white, she is not beautiful!"

At this time, Zhong Wuyan went outside and happened to hear them talking, so she stopped and listened carefully.