The cold emerald-colored phosphorus fire quickly overflowed in the long and narrow corridor, and the ensuing explosion followed by the perverse red flames swallowed up all visible people and objects.

"What a tragedy! It's too late to evacuate!" Yan Yao looked back at her two panicked companions, dumbfounded. "Who is so clumsy that they will live in different quilts and die in the same hole?"

After speaking, Yan Juan held the hand of her companion who had no chance to reply, and together they were submerged in the sea of ​​red flames.

...

Seeing her father's departing back and the flames spreading around her feet, she refused to run away. If all this was just a mistake, then let her life end this sad farce...

Her father closed the door as if closing off their blood relationship. She endured the burning pain and came to the door, looking at her sister outside the door who looked at her in horror, her eyes full of innocence and helplessness.

She laughed, and the weird laughter filled the whole garden. People outside the door were frightened except for her father who was calm.

She hated why her father still didn't feel the slightest bit reluctant to part with her before she died. She was also his daughter!

"Shi Yansi! I curse you with my life and the life of my child! I want you to never be happy forever!"

Yan Juan screamed in pain, even after burning out the last of her life, she still stared at the twin sisters outside the door...

...

The next day, Yan Si married Wang Mingye despite her father's urging.

A few months later, whether it was a coincidence or Yan Juan's curse came true, the only son of the Wang family contracted a rare and strange disease that left the doctors unable to do anything and died soon after.

Ten years later, the boy born to Yan Si also suffered from the same strange disease as Ming Ye and passed away. Yan Si, who had lost her support, also hanged herself from a beam after burying the child...

...

Yan Juan was lying on the pear wood carving bed, looking at the elegant goose-yellow gauze curtain, holding the silky thin quilt with her hands. She couldn't understand what was happening for a moment.

The pain and heat from the two fires just now seemed to be engraved in the body, and the aroma of burning meat could still be smelled at the tip of the nose, which obviously showed that everything was not a dream.

Looking blankly at the soft pink carving-like little hand, the original pink and light green luan tail flower ring was gone, and the flower ring pattern was arranged side by side on the left and right, surrounding the entire little finger like a brand, and it felt like a burn after touching it.

The skin was as soft as blisters, and the stinging sensation of burns on the skin still made me frown.

Yan Juan looked at the original titanium tool ring. It was the only ring mark that could prove that she had struggled for life for thirty years. The traces of light pink mixed with light green were like tattoos and sunk into the skin to form elegant carvings.

The huge amount of memories slowly flooding into her mind made her speechless.

Not surprisingly, she was lucky enough to relive her life again and again. This life was not her own life, but the protagonist who was burned again after traveling through time. What was even worse was that she had the memories of her twins, which gave her a headache.

I scratched my little head and sat up slowly. I just wanted to ask: Who am I?

In the Yong Dynasty, this strange and conservative dynasty, these twins were destined to have a lifetime of tragedy.

"Girl, are you awake?" Ying'er poked her head in from outside the gauze tent. When she saw that her master was awake, she quickly hung up the gauze curtain and waited attentively to wash her.

Ying'er Yanjuan's little maid, this made her relieved. Fortunately, she didn't need to ask me who I was.

So what if they were direct children? As twins, they were born two-quarters of an hour too late, were strangled to death without seeing the light, and were able to live in secret for sixteen years without worrying about food and clothing. It is already a miracle. The Jing'an Mansion has been passed down for six generations.

Family training of strict caution and boudoir upbringing, this little secret has not been leaked to this day.

Looking at the pink girl reflected in the bronze mirror, Yan Juan just wanted to hold her aching head and hide.

Seeing her master looking blankly at the bronze mirror, Ying'er called out tentatively, "It's time for breakfast."

"Oh! Okay!" Yan Juan quickly jumped off the small taro before she could get used to the five shorts. She was so fast that Ying'er had no time to help her, and she fell to the ground. The sound of the heavy blow to her head was painful to hear.

Ying'er knelt beside her and was so frightened that she didn't know where to help her up.

"No! Don't ask me if I'm okay, and don't ask me if it hurts..." Yan Juan hugged her head and shrank under the mirror as she wished, waving her little hand in rejection.

"..." Ying'er knelt aside and didn't know where to help her up. She wondered if it was damaged.

Aunt Ruan came in with breakfast and saw the two little guys kneeling on the ground. She quickly put away the breakfast and picked up Yan Juan to check the bruises on her forehead. She scolded Ying'er without even touching it. "This is this."

What’s wrong? You let the girl sit on the ground so early in the morning. What should you do if she catches a cold? Why don’t you go to Rui Yuyuan to get some ointment to remove blood stasis?”

The frightened Ying'er hurried to the eldest lady's garden as if she were lucky enough to fly.

"This Ying'er is still so careless. I got you hurt so early in the morning." Nanny Ruan hugged Yan Juan with tears in her eyes. She watched the blood on her left forehead spread out quickly and stretched out her hand.

I didn’t even dare to plan to break it up.

"Nanny Ruan, I'm fine." She was so painful that she had to retrieve the name of the person in front of her from her memory. Yan Jue's unbeatable and soul-stirring baby voice! She still couldn't adapt to shaking off three-liter lumps.

The milk baby sound came naturally from her mouth. "Last night I had a nightmare about being roasted by fire. When I woke up in the morning, I seemed to be able to smell the smell of burnt meat! It made me feel groggy all morning."

After hearing Yan Jue's explanation, Grandma Ruan smiled slowly and sniffed around her little body. "Okay! Okay! Grandma, smell it and see where the burnt aroma is?"

Yan Jue was amused by her actions and giggled, trying to maintain her childlike innocence. "Mom! I'm itchy."

"Does it still hurt? If it doesn't, it's time to have breakfast! The news of the injury should have reached Ruiyuyuan. Don't let Madam worry." Aunt Ruan put Yan Juan in front of the dining table and started cooking.

"good......"

Yan Jue's final words were still in her mouth, so she served a small steamed bun with a thin skin. The meaty and elegant soup made her eager to put it to her mouth and blow it into her mouth.

"Be careful, you'll get burned..." Nanny Ruan felt relieved when she saw that she had eaten it all.

In the years since she was born, Yan Juan has been locked up in the small garden of the Buddhist temple in Jing'an Bofu. Although the supplies are as good as those of a girl in the family, and her monthly routine is never less, she cannot leave this small small garden, which is very small for the growing child.

It's really difficult.

Except for the eldest wife who comes over regularly to care about her, few people in the entire Jing'an residence know about Yan Juan's existence. Yan Juan is almost at the age where she should learn the rules and learn to read. Grandma Ruan is really worried about Yan Juan's future life.

How can it be better?

One of the twins of Dayong’s Guofang must be killed! I couldn’t bear to let the two girls go without even inviting a stable mother-in-law when they were born. It was Nanny Li who had the most children in the uncle’s house who delivered her, so she had the chance to hide Yan Juan deep inside.

.

Yan Juan looked at Nanny Ruan's frown getting deeper and deeper, and knew that she was worried about her future again. In her memory, Nanny Ruan treated her like her own daughter. Later, when it was revealed that she had taken her out of the house several times, the eldest wife did not care at all.

Killed without mercy.

She looked over and over again at her mother in her memory, reluctant to give up her life in exchange for a life in a cage. She really didn't know whether the comments were good or bad.

"Mommy, don't think about it! It's enough for you to love Juan'er." Yan Juan pulled the cuffs of Nanny Ruan's sleeves to stop her frowning. She didn't want to have this miserable life again, even though she didn't know that she had such a short body.

What can be done is not to regret the spring and autumn.

Aunt Ruan took Yanju into her arms happily. "Okay! Okay! Our girl is the best."

The eldest lady once said that if the beauty of the girl recedes at the same time, the beautiful girl is destined to live a life of relegation to others.

"Mommy, can you give me a short brown dress?" Yan Juan didn't like the way she was dressed. She had to solve it first before she could think about how to spend the next days.

"Short brown?" Nanny Ruan was puzzled.

"Yes!" Yan Juan nodded firmly. "I want to smoothen the flowers and plants around the Buddhist hall..." She may have to continue to do this in this outfit...

Seeing that Aunt Ruan was noncommittal, Yan Juan could only stand up from the chair slowly, folding her arms and shaking her coquettishly. "Mommy, I just want to kill time, okay?"

Nanny Ruan was stunned for a moment. This seemed to be the first time she heard a request made by a child with a big breast in a Buddhist temple. It was still a request that was so humble that she wanted to cry...

Short brown trousers are common clothes for maids and servants. Can she, a girl from an official family, wear them?

Whatever!

Nanny Ruan sighed helplessly, looking at this secluded Buddhist hall and her, which one of them matched her identity?
Chapter completed!