Cong Yier saw that there was indeed a Buddhist scripture beside her pillow. The pages were a little old, and the handwriting was clear and handsome. She could see the calm and indifferent mood of the writer. When she saw it, she recited the words in it casually, or read them in detail.
Memorizing it, or memorizing it backwards, or memorizing it with two words separated, those words formed an answer in her mind like lightning, an answer that made her unable to move for a long time!
Cong Yier's mother is so smart and insightful. She used the safest method to protect her daughter. She gave her daughter the apparent loneliness and helplessness, but made her daughter feel lonely and helpless in this way.
Helpless, I have something that everyone wants to have. The sword manual is well hidden in this seemingly ordinary Buddhist scripture, and no one thinks there is anything magical about it. Only those who can withstand loneliness can survive.
Only when you get bored can you see the mystery!
Only when you are lonely, helpless, and use the most boring way to face it, you will find that behind the most boring way, the words recited are combined into a unique sword manual.
!This can explain why, I can always avoid the most dangerous times, I can quickly put on my clothes when Cong Kehui appears, I can also sneak away quietly under Cong Xiai's eyes, I can take it one step at a time
Avoid all kinds of dangers encountered, and even escape Die Run's observation——
This may be the best gift that the former Cong Yier left for herself.
Cong Yi'er must have given up everything when she left and left with determination. Therefore, there are still many things belonging to Cong Yi'er in this body. Maybe she just wants to leave cleanly and give up all the memories of the Daxing Dynasty!
Cong Yi'er's mother worked so hard. As a disciple of the big devil, she refused to use her martial arts to leave. Maybe she just hoped that her daughter would not have to live in a state of being followed, even if she had to look at her face.
But she can live well. She gave up her life, and everyone was afraid of her past and did not dare to come here alone. This became the best place for Cong Yier to "heal".
In my sleep, there was a wind blowing, snow falling all over the sky, and a biting chill. A weak girl was sitting on a dead branch with a helpless face, her face was pale and haggard, the breath of life was getting weaker and weaker, and her whole body was covered with coldness.
Shivering, but as hot as fire, I listened to the wind whistling among the branches, as if countless souls were dancing around, and those eyes were full of fear and tears. What happened? Why did this happen? What happened to her? Why all this
Everyone is smiling at her, but she can’t see anything that makes her feel at ease? Her mother is smiling and polite, her father is serious and reserved, her brother is naughty and mean, and her sister is beautiful and indifferent. How can she be alone?
She is the only one who looks like an outsider? She is the daughter of Prince Cong, but why does she seem to be a guy that everyone hates? Why does her family want to leave her here alone, facing the increasingly heavy night?
She was really scared. She had been here for almost a day and still no one paid attention to her. Her family seemed to have forgotten her existence! It was deserted here and there seemed to be no other place to use it except feeding wild animals!
An arrow shot over like lightning, and a horse came flying from a distance. The arrow accurately passed her shoulder and hit the neck of a wild wolf that suddenly appeared behind her.
The blood sprayed on her cold neck, with a sweet smell. With some blurry eyes, she saw a smiling young man falling steadily in front of her, wearing a thick warm clothes,
At first, he didn't see the girl who was almost buried in the snow. He went to see the wild wolf that had been shot to death. Some blood stains stained his clothes. He frowned slightly, and then he saw the girl lying on the ground.
, a little strange, looking at this little girl who suddenly appeared with a smile, looking at him helplessly with a pair of eyes, very curious, someone would appear here at this time, looking at her clothes stained by the blood of the wild wolf.
, took off his clothes and gave them to this little girl who looked very pitiful to him. Anyway, he would not wear them again if they were dirty.
Watching him walking further and further, a faint sentence came from the wind, "Haha, father, your uncle's archery skills are so good, right, there is a little girl over there, she is really pitiful, dirty, I don't know
Whose girl is she from? She lost her way. -" The words behind her were blown away by the wind and could not be heard clearly, but she felt the warmth of her body wrapped in clothes and shed tears. Someone was willing to smile at her, in this deserted place.
In an environment where she felt abandoned by everyone, there was still someone willing to smile at her. If she could survive, she would definitely say thank you to this person!
Cong Yi'er opened her eyes. In the darkness of the room, Xiao Qing also fell asleep. The sound of wind and rain outside could be clearly heard. This dream belonged to Cong Yi'er, but to Cong Yi'er at this time, it was a kind of dream.
Explain that Cong Yi'er has experienced life and death, and the memory in the wind and snow made Cong Yi'er understand a lot. To be more precise, she felt that this was the confession of the previous Cong Yi'er, the confession of this body.
I got out of bed, walked to the window, looked at the wind and rain outside, and looked at a few slaves working hard in the wind and rain, loosening the soil for the flowers and plants. I could vaguely hear their dialogue in the wind and rain.
Come.
"Why does it have to be like this every time? Why does the master always ask us to do these things when the second lady is here?" The voice of the speaker was slightly dissatisfied and his voice was not high. "We have to be careful to wake up the second lady, and we have to
Working in the middle of the night is really hard work."
"Just talk less. Don't you know? It's not clean here. Everyone says that the ghosts of the Second Young Master and the Second Young Mistress often appear. They will not come out until the Second Young Master is around. So, there has been no
People who dare to come alone only come out to do things when the second lady is being punished. You, you are really——" another person muttered.
"Isn't that Xiaoqing coming alone?" the first one said softly, "It's just that the person is scary. If there is a ghost, they will let him go -"
"Okay, let's work, talk less and work more." One person scolded softly, "I think you two have had enough. Even if the second lady doesn't know martial arts, if she wakes us up, she won't be able to do anything."
I always explain that I’m here to help loosen the soil of the second lady’s flowers and plants.”
"Yes, there is no such heavy rain day to loosen the soil for flowers and plants." A lazy and gentle voice sounded softly in the night, the voice was gentle and charming, and there was a hint of laughter, "Tell me a new reason.
how?"
The people in the courtyard were startled. At this time, in this weather, the sound that suddenly appeared, no matter how beautiful the sound was, could still scare people to death. Several people dropped their tools at the same time, and all looked at it.
To where the sound is coming from.
Not far away, under the corridor, a woman in plain clothes was sitting on a rocking chair, looking at a few people quietly.
"Second Miss! -" Several people immediately knelt on the ground. Who didn't know the Second Miss's temper and made her get her own way, regardless of the consequences.
"Get up, the ground is nothing but rainwater and is mud, and even your clothes will be dirty." Cong Yi'er smiled softly and said, "Actually, I have to thank you all. If you hadn't worked so hard to loosen the soil for the flowers and plants, where would it be?
With such a lush scene, I would like to thank you all on behalf of my parents for allowing them to be happy and carefree in such an environment.”
Several slaves looked at each other, and no one dared to get up. This was not the first time that Cong Yi'er had been alarmed, but it was the first time that Cong Yi'er appeared so quietly. I don't know why, but this kind of silence made them even more nervous.
There was fear in my heart, as if I suddenly had a very funny feeling, as if they had been doing things under Cong Yier's eyes that they thought she didn't know about!
Cong Yi'er gently rocked the rocking chair and looked leisurely at the servants who were looking at each other in the wind and rain. The dream seemed like a ritual. She and Cong Yi'er completely exchanged their lives.