Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 1: Thatched Cottage Autumn

In the evening, the rain gradually became heavier.

In the weather at the end of September, the twilight has been wrapped in a slight cold.There were few people in the yard, and a few dead leaves stuck to the wet ground, showing a kind of damage for no reason.Lianyun Mountain in the distance seems to be covered with a layer of blue-gray tulle, which is so vague that it can't be seen clearly.

Adou stood on the stone steps, raised his head, and breathed into the rain curtain.

Once the pale white mist left the lips, it only drifted forward for a few feet, then scattered in all directions and disappeared without a trace.

The wind whipped up the rain lines, and swept into the canine-toothed tile eaves one by one. The wind was blown by the wind, and occasionally made a clear sound, like the scattered drums in the long silent night, which made the heart feel cold.

A Dou trembled slightly, and pulled the copper basin in his hand to his bosom again, his shoulders also shrunk.

The basin was half full of boiling water, which she had just brought from the kitchen, and was preparing to cleanse the girl's face later.

However, girls always like to use warm water, so this water is not for immediate use, and it needs to be dried for a while.

Adou's upturned head was flattened a bit, the eyebrows were gathered in the center, and there was a bit of resentment on his delicate face, as if he had aged several years.

She is only fifteen this year, at the same age as a flower, with a willow-like figure, but she can only live in this lonely mountain...

She sighed.

Needless to say, she herself felt sorry.

She turned around and held the copper basin carefully, feeling the warmth from the hot water in her chest and abdomen, and slowly stepped into the door of the main room.

The main room is neatly arranged, the walls are white, and the tables and chairs are considered clean.However, it's just this one room.The bedroom was set up in the Xici Room, with only a thin cotton curtain hung on the door with a copper hook. The curtain was so gray that you couldn't tell what color it was, and there was no embroidery pattern on it, only a few bright worm holes. It shows the shabby and simple here.

Opening the cotton curtain reveals a rather spacious room.There are only a few simple pieces of furniture, the dressing table is missing a foot and is padded with wooden blocks; mold marks are mottled on the walls; the red lacquer drum stools have long been worn out, revealing the original wood color.Only the three-screen carved tent bed leaning against the wall is still intact, through the double-washed white gauze, the Ganoderma lucidum scroll pattern carved on the bed board can be vaguely seen.

A Dou stepped lightly, put the copper basin and cloth towel on the shelf, and let out a sigh of relief.

She just came back from outside and saw that the girl was just taking a nap, so she lied to Ah Tuo that she would wait for the girl to get up, and specially brought boiling water in.

She wanted to find something while the water was drying, even if someone came in at a moment, she still had a ready excuse.

After tidying up the cloth towel casually, A Dou first listened for a while, then stepped forward a few steps, quietly lifted the gauze curtain, and peeked inside.

A woman was sleeping in the tent, her body half sideways, her eyes closed.Although she is still young, she can already see some bright and beautiful features, her two curly and curled eyelashes cover her cheeks, her breath is light, and she is obviously in a deep sleep.

Staring at the woman in the tent, Adou's eyes gradually showed a bit of jealousy, and he unconsciously stroked his face with one hand. After a long time, he let out a light breath, and a trace of disdain flashed between his eyebrows and eyes.

What about the sixth mother of the Qin family?In this remote Zhuangzi, who can remember that her surname is Qin?
With a curl of her lips, A Dou put down the gauze curtain, turned around and looked in the direction of the door curtain, and made sure that there was no one around, then turned around the end of the bed lightly, and came to a shelf next to the wall.

This shelf was originally supposed to be used as a bookshelf, but Qin Liuniang obviously doesn't like reading, but is very interested in playing and dressing up. There are several makeup boxes on the shelf, as well as scattered silk flowers, lanterns, kites, etc. The objects, although not very valuable, are very gaudy, and the upper floors are piled to the brim.Only in the corner of the lowest floor are more than a dozen volumes of books randomly placed in a haphazard manner. The books are extremely dusty, as if they have not been turned over for a long time.

Although Adou knows a few words, he is not a studious person.However, when she saw those books, her eyes lit up immediately. She squatted down, took out a piece of paper from her sleeve, compared the contents copied on the paper, and rummaged through the pile of books one by one. The movement is very light.

In the gauze tent, Qin Su slowly opened her eyes, staring at A Dou at the end of the bed, expressionless.

The twilight filtered through several layers of green gauze, reflecting a little gray on A Dou's back, and Qin Su's face in the tent was also inevitably stained with a layer of green.

The shabby house in the mountain village and the cold hall in the thatched cottage are the Lianyun Farm where she lived for five years in her previous life. From the age of seven to 12, she seemed to have been forgotten by the Qin family. Raised alone with care.

Qin Su looked at A Dou indifferently, curled the corners of her lips, and smiled silently.

In her previous life, she never knew that there was something in her that could be plotted by others, and her most trusted and most dependent handmaiden, Adou, was not what she was yesterday.I hate that she lived until she was worse than death, until she was covered in mud, and finally struggled in that cannibal place for five years before she realized again and again how ridiculous she was at that time.

And at that time, everything has already happened, the dust has settled and nothing can be changed.

Those five years in the deep palace were like the most unbearable dream.In the dream, the skyscrapers were stacked like a vast ocean, but she was a lonely boat, with no support from her family, no children to cling to, the only one to rely on, the only one who was lonely and full of unwillingness, unexpectedly came to the end step by step. The highest position, but when it was about to reach the peak, suddenly fell.

She still remembers the moment when she fell into the golden lotus pond, the phoenix crown weighed heavily on her hair, and then it fell away again. The loose bun was like ink thread, floating around her like strands of silk.

The red palace walls, pink peach blossoms, glazed green tiles, and blue sky are like washing.

She submerged in the water and looked out, feeling that it was like being immersed in a pool of transparent emeralds, ethereal and ethereal, like a dream.

She suddenly felt ironic.

She had wanted to die so desperately, so stubbornly.

At the age of 15, when she was discovered with disheveled clothes and her reputation was ruined, she wanted to die in the past; at the age of 17, when she was transferred for the first time and woke up from a strange bed, she used to think like this looking forward to death.

But it is impossible to ask for death.

First, it is impossible; second, it is not dare.

Death to her is a luxury.

For a while, she even took pleasure in fantasizing about her own death.

She seemed to be walking in an endless dark swamp, covered in dirt and exhausted physically and mentally.Until one day, she returned to the country and entered the palace.

At that time, she didn't want to die.

She just wants to live well.Live above ten thousand people, live vividly and dazzlingly, and get back the humiliation suffered before a hundred times and a thousand times.

But death came at this time.

The phoenix crown is close at hand, and the glory and light are within easy reach, but she can no longer touch it.

She had no idea who was pushing her into the water.

When she gradually sank to the bottom of the water, no one was seen beside the Golden Lotus Pond, and the palace servants who were supposed to be by her side disappeared in an instant.

She stopped struggling, and looked up at the familiar red wall and green tiles, with waves of sadness flooding her eyes.

She didn't know where this sadness came from.

In the gentle and icy waves of the Golden Lotus Pond, all the frozen, buried, and suppressed emotions in her heart burst out suddenly.

She saw her tears, as transparent as the purest crystals, floating in the deep green pool water one by one.

It turned out that there was one more thing on her body, which was clean.

It turned out that the tears flowing from her already turbid heart were no different from the tears falling from the pure eyes of a 14-year-old girl.

At that moment, tears came surging, and she couldn't help crying at the moment of dying.

And then, she saw the flames.

Flames erupted from a corner of the palace wall, and there seemed to be the sound of fighting rushing to my ears.

She stopped crying, looked at it quietly for a while, and suddenly laughed.

The cold and fishy-smelling pool water poured down her throat, blocking her breathing, but she still laughed out loud.

It's really ridiculous, isn't it?The one who plotted against her would never have imagined that the day of her death would be the day when the country would be destroyed.

What calculations and conspiracies, what honors and magnificence, under this building that is about to collapse, all the brilliance of today is nothing but dust and smoke tomorrow.

She burst into tears laughing in the pool, her messy hair scattered like black ashes.

At that moment, she suddenly had no resentment or hatred.

That's it, she thought.

There's nothing wrong with ending like this.

She slowly closed her eyes, letting the chaos wrap her around.

However, when she opened her eyes again, she came here—the Lianyun Grange in the 12th year of Zhongyuan.

This year was the beginning of her bad luck in her previous life, and also the beginning of the Qin family's demise.But she came back with all the memories of her previous life.

(End of this chapter)