Rebirth Of The General’s Granddaughter

When Mu Yingrui’s voice just fell, he hit a big thunder, and then the sky was torn apart. The heavy rain that never stopped overnight, straight through, just like to rush this dirty world for five days.

Five days later, the people of the upper class learned about Mu Ziyou and shook their heads and sighed: the door-in-law, the seventeen-year-old in the mood, and pregnant, actually got such a tragic ending.

Zi You’s grandfather admired the old general, and he was the best general of the Great Yan martial arts and the oldest general. There were no women and only two sons.

The eldest son is the father of purple secluded Mu Yingrui, who is now the chief of the three majors in Fuzhou, Da Yanguo. The purple mother, who died when she was nine years old, three years later, her father took the room, which is the small 于 of Lancome. Wang Yiping.

The youngest son, Mu Yingyi, is the uncle of Ziyou. Together with the grandfather of Ziyou, seven months ago, in the battle of rebelling in southern Xinjiang, he was suffocated and both lost his job.

Purple secluded for the admiral's palm, the pitiful grandfather's bones are not cold, she died so miserable, had to sigh.

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Mu Ziyou once again regained consciousness, and thought that she came to the Yin Cao government.

What makes her strange is that there is a bed in the house of Yin Cao, and the furnishings in the room are like the house where she lived when she was twelve years old.

She just had to look up and watch carefully, but she saw a 16-year-old woman coming in and wondered: "You are awake, you are awake? You are frightened and burned for three days and three nights. Fortunately. Step by step, I went to Mingyuan Temple and asked for the water to save you."

When he said it, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his tears.

Purple stunned! Wang Yiping, her stepmother, how could she be here? Moreover, she is now a young woman in her twenties, and she can never be so young.

Purple and subconsciously reached out and looked at it again, and was surprised! The palm was a half circle, not the hand when she was seventeen.

She stumbled over and got out of bed, and went to look at the diamond mirror. The girl in the mirror, her face was pale and morbid, and her facial features were exquisite and profound. It was a bit like an Indian beauty, but she was only about eleven or two years old. She was clearly a girlish girl. .

Is it born again? Ziyou looked at Wang Yiping incredulously, hoarse and asked: "How many years is Xuanwu this year?"

Nowadays, the Great Yan State has always been the emperor of Xuanwu. When Ziqing remembers her death, it was Xuanwu twenty-three years. The emperor called Shangguan Yuyu, and he was enthroned at the age of twenty-four. He was forty-four years old.

Wang Yiping looked at her inexplicably and asked carefully: "You are a child, but it is burnt. This year is Xuanwu eleven years. Don't be scared, mother to find your father."

Wang Yiping walked away in a panic, but did not see the tears of excitement in Mu Ziyou's eyes.

That being said, he really returned to life five years ago. It’s true that when I was twelve years old, I had a high fever for three days and three nights. She said that she was not saved. She lost her stepmother and went to the Mingyuan Temple to ask for the water, only to save her.

That is, since then, her relationship with her stepmother has become very cordial, and finally she has reached the point of listening.

Because she said: "The girl's house dances all day and it will be laughed at."

Therefore, I gave up my grandfather and uncle to study martial arts, completely disregarding Grandpa’s disappointment.

Because she said: "The people who study medicine are all under the ninth stream. Good men don't study medicine, let alone women?"

Therefore, she no longer reads medical books and no longer studies herbs. Otherwise, grandfathers and uncles are not likely to suffer from suffocation in southern Xinjiang.

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