The 22nd year of Yongxing in the Great Jin Dynasty.

Qingzhou, Beihai County.

In early spring February, a drizzle of spring drizzle soaks the willow branches outside the courtyard wall into green. There are also a few green spots on the steps outside the window under the eaves.

Zhao Xiyan sat quietly at the desk, with the white rice paper spreading in front of her untainted dust.

The sun shines through the window frame and sprinkles on her beautiful and beautiful face with curved eyebrows, thick and long eyelashes, eyes like dots of paint, lips like red vermilion, and blue hair like waterfalls, drooping on her shoulders.

This scene was as beautiful as a masterpiece of paintings by famous artists. Even the spring breeze outside the window could not help disturbing the tranquility and beauty of the room. It blew gently past, quietly brushing a strand of hair behind her ears, and then gently falling down.

Fifteen years old is the best time in a girl's life.

This year, she was also the legitimate daughter of the Zhao family, a prominent family in Beihai. She was proficient in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was famous in Qingzhou.

This year, the riots had not yet entered, and their relatives were all there, and their hometown was safe.

The spring scenery is so good, she is young.

It's still time to do everything.

A trace of water flashed in Zhao Xiyan's eyes and disappeared immediately. She lifted the pen and fell ink calmly, and the tip of the pen was like a dragon. Two lines of vigorous and powerful words appeared on the snow-white rice paper.

To relieve the hatred in your heart, draw the sword and kill the enemy.

The strength penetrates the back of the paper and reveals its sharpness.

An invisible murderous aura rushed towards him.

The pretty maid, Jade hairpin, who was serving the pen and ink, felt a little nervous in her heart and glanced at her master.

Yuzhan is a slave born in the Zhao family. He has been very smart since childhood. He has been serving his master since he was eight years old. Zhao Xiyan never forgets her ingenious intelligence, and is well-read in poetry, calligraphy and painting.

The jade hairpin is with my master all day long, and I know how to appreciate it through my eyes. I can see at a glance that my master is in a mess today, and there is a killing spirit in his writing.

At the third update last night, the sleeping lady suddenly woke up. She was also awakened while sleeping on her feet, rubbing her sleepy eyes: "Miss has a nightmare?"

The lady's eyes looked at her were obscure and complicated.

She endured the yawning, poured a cup of warm tea, and drank half of the waitress.

The tea was hot and the lady's white jade-like face rose a little red. Then, the lady lay silently on the bed.

She knew that the lady was not asleep, so she insisted on talking to her...it was mainly because she said, the lady listened quietly. The tiredness came and she fell asleep in a daze.

After dawn, she woke up, the lady had already stood up and sat in the study for half a day. Until now, she had never spoken. This strange silence really made her feel nervous.

"Well, why did the lady suddenly write this poem?" Yuzhan mustered up the courage to break the silence.

Zhao Xiyan raised her eyes and raised her lips slightly: "Doesn't you write well?"

The sound is pleasant, like a pearl falling from a jade plate.

Looking at the lady's beautiful smile and listening to the familiar voice, Yuzhan's inexplicably panic suddenly became calm, and she pursed her lips and smiled: "Miss writes well. It's this poem, which looks a bit scary."

Zhao Xiyan pulled the corner of her mouth and suddenly asked, "What day is today?"

Hoshizam responded in a flash: "February 15th. There are more than three months left, and it is the lady's wedding ceremony."

When the three words "英语" entered his ears, Zhao Xiyan's fingers trembled slightly, and a strong pain flashed in his eyes.

...

In her previous life, she was fifteen years old and was full of joy in her heart looking forward to the arrival of the garrison. However, she did not expect that the day before the garrison, the gangs and riots flocked into Beihai County, burning, killing, robbing and torture, and countless people were slaughtered.

The Zhao family is a prominent family in Beihai. More than 3,000 people live together. The chaotic army broke into Zhaojiafang with sharp blades. The Zhao family members rushed to fight to the death in a hurry, and then encountered a cruel and bloody massacre, from the 70s to the 3 or 4-year-old children, no one was spared.

The most tragic thing is the Zhao family’s female family who suffered all kinds of unbearable humiliation before their death.

There were endless wailings.

Blood flows into a river, like hell on earth.

His father Zhao Yuanming had red eyes and hurriedly pushed her into the dark room of the study, and hoarsely told: "Qinyaer, hide in it, don't make a sound."

The night she was born, dark clouds covered the night sky with only a crescent moon. Her father gave her this nickname.

The door of the dark room was closed.

She curled up, feeling helpless and desperate, and cried silently.

Suddenly, the door of the secret room was knocked open hard. Several military men with red eyes broke in. The moment they saw her, the men were extremely excited and had internal conflicts.

She was determined to die, took out a sharp dagger and stabbed it into her chest.

The blood gushed, it hurts!

The moment when her consciousness fell into chaos, she thought that she would never learn any piano, chess, calligraphy and painting in the next life. It would be useless to learn all her talents under swords. In the next life, she would have to practice martial arts, at least she could fight hard to kill a few before she died.

Unexpectedly, she was not dead.

The position of her heart is different from that of an ordinary person, and the dagger did not hurt the internal organs. She actually survived...

In the following years, a sense of hatred supported her. Even if life was worse than death, she would have to survive.

In the chaotic times, people are like grass, and it is really difficult to live and take revenge. Fortunately, she is still beautiful. No man can resist her smile.

After eight years of war, the new emperor established the Yan Dynasty. She entered the palace and became the Empress of Chen Concubine, and was favored by the emperor. She used beauty as a weapon and used the emperor's hands to eradicate the former enemies one by one.

I don’t know how many people called her “the witch of the country”. She didn’t take it to heart.

Tears have flowed out, and my heart has long been dead when she was fifteen years old. She lives just to avenge her.

The revenge was avenged. She committed suicide by taking poison the day before her 25th birthday, and closed her eyes without regret.

But unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes, I returned to my youth.

Today is the fifth day of the second lunar month, and her birthday is on May 28th.

There are still a hundred days left before the chaos army massacres the city.

...

Zhao Xiyan picked up the pen again and wrote three words behind the enemy.

One hundred days.

The Jade Hairpin was confused and dared not ask any more questions.

The familiar footsteps were heard from far to near, and the door was knocked lightly and heavily.

The Jade hairpin was about to open the door, but the master's movements were faster.

Zhao Xiyan quickly opened the door.

The man standing under the sunlight of Lang Lang is nearly 40 years old, slender, handsome and elegant. His black eyes are filled with smiles, and he gently calls her nickname: "Qinyaer."

This man is Zhao Xiyan's biological father Zhao Yuanming.

Zhao Yuanming is the legitimate branch of the Zhao family. He was only a big shot when he was young. At the age of 16, he won the top scorer in the college entrance examination. At the age of 17, he participated in the autumn examination and won the Jieyuan of Qingzhou. The next year, he went to the capital to participate in the imperial examination. He was the first in high school and was named the top scorer by the emperor in the Golden Palace.

The 18-year-old top scholar was so glorious. Later, he entered the Hanlin Academy to become a sixth-rank Hanlin Bachelor, and had a bright future. Unfortunately, Zhao Yuanming offended the crown prince of the current dynasty within two years of his tenure as an official, and was troubled everywhere, so he had to resign and return to Beihai County.

Zhao Yuanming devoted himself to studying and taught his sons, nephews and descendants in the Zhao clan's school, becoming the most famous scholar in Qingzhou. Outstanding young men from various counties and counties in Qingzhou became disciples of Zhao Yuanming one after another.

Zhao Yuanming was a gentleman with a humble temperament and a rigorous academic discipline. He taught his disciples carefully, never hiding his own selfishness and respected them.

Zhao Xiyan was born with difficulty, and her biological mother tried her best to give birth to her and she was dying. In the past ten years, the matchmaker almost broke through the threshold of the Zhao family, but Zhao Yuanming refused. The reason was that "the daughter was young, and if I renewed her marriage, she would have a stepmother and half-sister. I was afraid that the inner house would be uneasy and I would not want my daughter to be wronged."

Zhao Yuanming has been a widower for more than ten years, both as a father and a mother, and raised her with one hand. She learned to speak, toddler, read in her studies, and read music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She was all taught by her father patiently.

The father and daughter have a very deep relationship.

At the most critical moment, Zhao Yuanming hid her in the dark room of the study and led the riots away, but ended up tragically under the knife. She couldn't even collect the body for her father...

The tears I had to endure after waking up from the nightmare last night burst into my eyes.

Zhao Xiyan threw herself into her father's warm arms, and tears slid down her cheeks.

Zhao Yuanming was startled and asked while patting his daughter's back: "What's wrong with you? Who bullies you?"

Zhao Xiyan choked and couldn't speak, and her shoulders kept trembling.

Zhao Yuanming had no choice but to stop asking and glanced at the Jade Hairpin. The Jade Hairpin had a bitter face, shook her head, and signaled that she didn't know what was going on. She then pointed to the desk.

Zhao Yuanming's eyes flew and his eyebrows jumped.

He is a master of calligraphy in the world, and his daughter is better than his father. Although she is young, her calligraphy achievements are no less than that of his biological father.

This line of poems is like a gold hook and a silver stroke, and a strong sense of resentment and killing overflows on the paper.

What happened?

For no reason, why did my daughter suddenly write such verses?

Zhao Yuanming was full of doubts, but had no time to ask, and hurriedly coaxed his daughter softly: "Don't cry first, wipe your tears, and tell your father if you have anything to do."

Zhao Xiyan held her father's clothes tightly, and she cried happily.

After a long time, Zhao Xiyan's intense emotions slowly calmed down. She took two steps back and wiped her tears with a veil.

Zhao Yuanming looked at his daughter with concern, "Rebirth, what happened to me?"

Resurrection from the dead and returning to youth. I am afraid no one will believe such shocking things when I say them. I don’t say anything about strange powers and gods, and maybe I will be regarded as a monster...

Zhao Xiyan did not hesitate and ordered the jade hairpin to retreat, then closed the door of the study: "Dad, I have something very important to tell you."

Zhao Xiyan's expression was cold and her tone was calm.

Zhao Yuanming's brow jumped again.

He knew his daughter very well. She was precocious since childhood, as meticulous as dust, and was very sensible. She would never do things that were not sure about, and would never say anything without a clue.

She is so serious that something must have happened.

"Okay, say, I'll listen." Zhao Yuanming looked at his daughter: "Qinyaer, don't be afraid. The sky falls, and my father is carrying it."
Chapter completed!