Chapter 301 Princess Diary
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Mianmian searched her pockets slowly.
Princess Huiyun watched her patiently. She
was a little curious about what she was taking out.
She kept searching and finally took out an ant.
She placed it near the roasted red dates.
Princess Huiyun's brows twitched.
When she was a girl, she had raised a small emerald green flower snake. She
had also set off a snake-raising craze in the capital.
Later, a lady was bitten to death by the snake she raised.
Gradually, no one raised snakes anymore.
She released her small flower snake.
It seemed that she released it together with Jingjue. Well, when she released it, it was no longer a small flower snake, but a very thick large flower snake, weighing more than ten pounds.
It was amazing to think back.
I would raise such a strange thing at that time.
Now seeing the unusually large ants that the little girl took out, the ants looked like iron bulls.
Princess Huiyun received strangely that this was a channel for pets, not food.
"What's its name?"
"Jiang Xiaoshu, my dream, let's start with Xiaoshu."
Princess: ... As expected, it's her own granddaughter, she even named the ant.
She named the little flower snake Chu Miaomiao.
Exactly like her.
Princess Huiyun suddenly found that she remembered a lot of things from the past.
"In that dream, there was no Jiang Xiaoshu. There was a young man who had nothing to do all day, wandering the streets, soliciting customers for the sisters in the brothel, hanging out with other playboys, filling his stomach, and occasionally bringing something home."
The snow outside the window stopped, and the wind stopped.
The red dates gradually became fragrant.
"The playboy offended a young master, who disliked him and had his servants beat him, breaking his forehead. He ran home and died two days later."
The roasted dates were smoking.
Mianmian turned over.
"The boy was the eldest son in the family, but he died before he reached adulthood. His father's hair turned white overnight and he became ill."
"The man whose hair turned white overnight found out that the man who beat his son to death was the son of his eldest brother, and he had been kicked out of the house. He wanted revenge, but he couldn't even get in the door."
"In order to help her father get better quickly and have money to treat his illness, the dead boy's sister sold herself as a maid to the young master of the prefecture. The girl's parents went to look for her, but she was missing, and neither her body nor her body was found."
"Later, the boy's younger sister was lying at home and was bitten to death by a poisonous snake from nowhere. His mother suspected that it was the family that beat him to death, so she went to take revenge, and her mother was also beaten to death."
The red dates were completely burnt.
There was black smoke coming out.
"The man buried his eldest son first, then his youngest daughter, and then his wife.
The family left early and went to the capital, where they rose step by step and enjoyed endless wealth and glory.
The man was in very poor health and was seriously ill. Every moment of his life was painful.
However, he did not dare to die. He wanted to find his second daughter, who was missing and no one knew where she was.
He searched all the way and finally found the capital.
However, he learned that his second daughter had become a concubine of a wealthy family.
The wealthy family wanted to marry the sister of the man who killed his eldest son.
He The second daughter hanged herself.
His eldest son died, his second daughter also died, his youngest daughter died, and his wife also died.
He was all alone.
He should have died later.
He didn't know until his death that his mother was not his mother, and his brother was not his brother.
In the end, he wanted to be buried with his wife and children, but he couldn't find anyone to bury him.
His wife and children were underground, waiting for him, waiting, waiting from corpse to bones, waiting to become mud, waiting for a lifetime.
Waiting for a new life. "
The dates caught fire and burned.
Princess Huiyun had cried so hard that she lost her voice.
She was shaking all over.
She couldn't imagine how there could be such a vicious story in the world.
She thought that not being able to be with the person she loved was the saddest thing in the world.
But this story was a hundred times, a thousand times more vicious than not being able to love each other. It
was more painful than Ling Chi.
She couldn't imagine how much pain her son was in.
"Mother-in-law, if Dad did something wrong, please forgive him. He didn't mean it. This is a story, a dream for you. For Dad, this may be his experience. For each of us, this is our destiny. We don't seek glory and wealth, but just want to change this terrible destiny and live on." "
You asked me where I saw such bones. It was underground. I saw corpses, corpses without skin, corpses without meat, corpses without internal organs, and corpses with only bones. Every time I saw him, he smiled at me because he was my brother."
The fire of the red dates went out and burned out, leaving only ashes.
Princess Huiyun trembled all over and held the child tightly in her arms.
"Don't say it, don't say it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Princess Huiyun held the child tightly, but her body was still shaking.
Jiang Mianmian was also shaking.
Maybe what she said was a story.
Or maybe that was the truth, and now is the story.
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"It's a dream, just a dream, child, it's a dream, don't be afraid, mother is here, here."
The room was warm.
But at this moment, Princess Huiyun felt as if she was in the abyss, surrounded by ice and snow and endless darkness.
Only the faint warm and soft breath of the person in her arms came from her.
She held the child in her arms, as if time had stopped.
Until she saw the big ant moved out of the stove, away from the stove because it was too hot.
She watched the ant slowly move away, then stop, and continue to be motionless, like a sculpture.
Princess Huiyun didn't dare to look at the child in her arms, for fear that the child she was holding was fake. She
was afraid that everything was just a dream.
She held the child for a long time, until she heard the even breathing, then she dared to lower her head.
Fell asleep.
The little guy actually fell asleep.
Mianmian was woken up early in the morning and went out.
She had the habit of taking a nap.
Accompanying dad to recognize relatives, playing with princess grandmother, and telling stories to princess grandmother.
Even the strongest child needs a nap.
Princess grandmother's arms are still very warm.
She struggled for a few times, but found it was futile, so she just lay down to enjoy herself.
Slowly she fell asleep in the princess grandmother's arms.
Take a nap.
Xiaoshu is there, everything should be fine.
Jiang Mianmian fell asleep peacefully.
Princess Huiyun held her, and she didn't expect that she actually fell asleep. She
fell asleep in her arms.
Her body was soft, her breathing was even, and her face looked familiar and strange.
She couldn't remember what she looked like when she was a child.
Familiar in an instant, and endlessly strange.
She reluctantly put the child on the couch. She
covered her with a gauze quilt, watched her turn over and roll up the quilt to give birth, and slept on her side with some flesh on her face, which was slightly flattened. She
was so cute.
She was sleeping.
Like the best treasure in the world.
Princess Huiyun sat beside her.
She opened a cabinet from under the tea table and pulled out a notebook.
The servants had prepared pens and ink mysteriously.
She opened the notebook.
Page by page, she recorded her daily life.
"I met a strange mother and daughter today..."
"When I was floating on the water today, my mind remembered something, as if I saw him..."
Princess Huiyun has the habit of keeping a diary.
Because she sometimes gets sick, she will have blackouts, completely miss a certain part of her memory, or even can't remember what she has experienced.
So she will write a diary.
Write down the things she thinks are meaningful and important.
But she never looks at it, she just records it, dare not look at it, dare not open it.
Some memories are too tragic, she doesn't want to remember them herself, she transfers the memory to pen and ink.
She wrote down what happened today.
She wrote down everything, and she shed many tears while writing. The paper was full of nonsense, and she even couldn't breathe, but she still wrote it down.
As she wrote, she suddenly recalled the past slowly.
Every past, every year, every month, every day in the past.
One by one, one thing after another, it seemed to be slowly resurrected in her memory. She
even remembered the time when she gave birth.
The scene of near death.
She saw a child with a blue face, and suddenly she remembered, no, the blue child was not the child she gave birth to. The child she gave birth to had a mole on his chest, but the blue child didn't have it.
She cried and she forgot just like that.
She thought of her husband, Jing Jue, her brother, Madam Jiang, and how she had lived every day in the past. All the fragmented days were strung together like a big, confusing dream.
She stopped crying.
She asked the servants to wash her. Perhaps because she always lost some memories, she subconsciously felt that she was still young, so God really gave her a relatively young face.
She put on a half-gold mask, which was given to her by her brother when she was injured. She re-made up and put on a dress, one piece at a time.
In the heavy snow, a woman puts on heavy makeup.
A monk beats a wooden fish.
Occasionally, she looked up and looked out the window, and suddenly saw a charming woman like a fairy walking on the snow.
The monk quickly knocked on the wooden fish, dong dong dong. If one's six senses are not pure, how can there be a goddess in the ancient temple...
As expected, he looked up again.
The ancient temple is still the ancient temple.
The snow is still the snow. It's
an illusion.
...
Mianmian felt her body swaying, half-closed one eye, glanced, the princess was in front of her, the small tree was at hand, and she closed her eyes and continued to sleep.
This is to send herself home.
It's best to sleep on the bus, and the same is true for the carriage, rocking, good sleep.
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