Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

"Qiong Shi, you are almost five years old now," Fan Hongtu sighed softly. As soon as he said this, Ding Yi felt her body shaking uncontrollably. She died too tragically in her previous life, and she didn't want to die in this life.

"Grandfather, will there be any trouble in the Marquis' Mansion?"

Don't let anything happen, or I won't be able to handle it. If something happens, can you notify her in advance so that she can pack up and run away. Don't worry, I will avenge the people in the Marquis' Mansion in the future.

"Haha!" Fan Hongtu was amused by Ding Yi's little expression. Ding Yi had not yet learned to conceal his emotions. His twisted and wrinkled facial features and the eager look in his eyes were all reflected in Fan Hongtu's eyes.

He reached out and touched Ding Yi's head, "Don't worry, nothing will happen to the Marquis' Mansion." He would not allow anything to happen to the Marquis' Mansion.

Fan Hongtu stood up, put his hands behind his back, and said with a serious expression, "Don't go out during this period of time. It's dangerous. When this matter is settled, I will invite a few teachers to come, and you can learn from them carefully."

Ding Yi opened her eyes. She felt that Fan Hongtu was very strange at the moment. It seemed that he was talking to her, but also that he was not.

It's quite confusing.

Ding Yi’s birthday is in March, and he will be five years old soon. In his previous life, the marquis’s mansion was full of people, and it was an event that happened in late March.

After the Chinese New Year, the capital was under martial law. In the original body's memory, this seemed to have never happened.

Ding Yi didn't think of relying entirely on the original body's memory. After all, she was just a five-year-old child who had been locked up in the mansion all year round. How could she know what was going on outside?

In the past years, in March, the capital city was the time to post invitations and hold flower-viewing parties, with people coming and going from every household.

A flower show resulted in the breakup of several pairs of talented men and beautiful women. The noble ladies in the capital would often end up eating too much at this time.

This year there is nothing.

"Click."

With a snip of the scissors, a red camellia blossomed beautifully, and the best-blossomed one was in Ding Yi's hand.

"Miss, this is the Madam's favorite flower." The maid's face turned pale, her eyes staring at the scissors in Ding Yi's hand. Her mind was in a state of confusion, and the last thing she could think of was "My life is over."

"I know. I want this one. I will explain this to my mother. It is none of your business."

The maid's expression relaxed a little and she was no longer so scared.

Ding Yi was walking back with the flowers. When he met Wang, he immediately put on a smile and threw himself into Wang's arms. "Mother, look, the flowers I cut for you, are they pretty?"

Wang's mouth twitched. Her flowers were sent from far away, and she had a lot of trouble raising them and finally letting them bloom. Looking at Ding Yi's sincere and expectant eyes, Wang swallowed all the words she wanted to say and couldn't say them out loud.

"It looks good." The two words squeezed out of Wang's throat had exhausted all of her temper.

"Madame Li, please send Miss Nine back home. The sun is too strong, be careful not to faint from the sun."

After Ding Yi left, Wang covered her chest with her hands, her face full of heartache. Her flowers were gone, damn girl, why did you cut them?

Ding Yi admitted that she had some revenge in mind. The master in charge of the mansion would not let her go.

She wanted to go out, desperately.

After trying to stop Fan Hongtu and Fan Kang several times, they failed to find anyone. The two men left early and came back late, and they didn't even stay overnight at home. They were so busy that they were nowhere to be seen.

"I want to go out."

"I don't want to die."

Ding Yi lay on the bed and wailed. Why couldn't he go out at the age of three, and still couldn't go out after that? Was it so difficult to go out once?

As the day drew closer, Ding Yi gradually became depressed. She thought, let's just die. At worst, she could come back next time. If possible, she still wanted to live.

"Yaoyao?" No response.

Ding Yi was so depressed that he didn't know what to do. He looked like he had no desire to live all day, which made Wang feel very sad. She also wanted to let Ding Yi go, but she couldn't. At this time, she could only keep the child at home. There was no other way.

The outside world is already chaotic enough, and the Marquis' Mansion can still give them a little sense of security.

Ding Yi didn't know what the outside world was like now. As late March approached, she learned to eat and drink as she should, and stopped paying attention.

On March 27, the day when the marquis's mansion was exterminated, Ding Yi had a hearty breakfast early in the morning, then came to the garden alone and lay in the pavilion in the garden, doing nothing.

"This is a nice place to sleep."

In a certain corner of Ding Yi's soul, she was spinning in circles in anxiety. How many times had she been hurt to become so decadent?

Ding Yi fell asleep in the pavilion in a daze, with a small blanket covering him. It was quite warm, but the warmth did not reach his heart.

In a daze, Ding Yi heard the sound of bells. "Great, the death knell has rung. Damn God, there's no way for me to survive."

"Miss Jiu, wake up." Ding Yi felt so sleepy that his eyelids felt heavy and he did not wake up. It was better to fall asleep so that he would not have to face death.

When he woke up, Ding Yi saw Yaoyao in front of him. Yaoyao seemed to be doing well, with a rosy face and lovely appearance.

"Mission failed?" Ding Yi asked, his tone empty, as if he saw through everything.

"No, no," Yaoyao shook her head in such a big arc that Ding Yi almost thought she could throw it off. "Yiyi, the mission was successful. You are great, Yiyi, I know you can do it."

Yaoyao was so excited that she was incoherent. She walked forward and hugged the confused Ding Yi.

Ding Yi felt that something might be wrong with her. How could she hear joy and the word "success" from Yaoyao's mouth?

After a long while, Ding Yi finally came to his senses and couldn't believe it. "You said, I succeeded, and the death knell was not tolling for me."

Yaoyao was speechless. "The death knell was rung by the Emperor of the Anqing Dynasty when he passed away. If it's not yours, you still can't get it..."

Ding Yi grinned, his teeth showing and his eyes invisible, like a chicken pecking at rice, "You're right, I'm not qualified yet."

Then, Ding Yi floated around in joy, making shrill laughs from time to time.

"Hahaha……"

When she was done with her madness, she stopped and asked, "Yaoyao, now that I have survived the catastrophe, what about Fan Qiongshi while I am here?"

"Fan Qiongshi, of course, will go back and continue her life."

Yaoyao looked at Ding Yi suspiciously, feeling strange. How could Yiyi not understand anything? Was she deceived by someone?

"That's good, that's good." Ding Yi rubbed his hands, looked wretched, and asked the question he was concerned about.

"Yaoyao, please tell me, why don't I have any impression, what am I doing here? And who am I?"

Yaoyao suddenly felt distressed. The damn old man had tortured her into this state.

Yaoyao waved her hand, and a picture appeared in the empty sky. Ding Yi looked closely and saw that it was the imperial palace of the Anqing Dynasty. The emperor had passed away and his body had been kept for 49 days. All officials and officials with imperial decrees entered the palace to mourn.

The scene moves from the Imperial Palace to the Marquis Bonan Mansion. Fan Qiongshi appears in the abandoned Buddhist temple of the attached middle school and kneels down earnestly, "Thank you so much for saving my life. Fan Qiongshi will never forget it..."