The general kneels on the washboard again

In the woodshed in the backyard of Lingzhou Lilan Garden.

Several strong men searched Yue Niang's body diligently. While touching her, they found a coin and handed it to the woman with exposed shoulders at the door.

The courtesan Zhizhi got what she wanted, but she didn't mean to stop. "Look at you, you look like you're not worthy enough to keep the young master's things?"

After mocking Yue Niang, he winked at the strong men and said, "You don't have to act noble tonight."

Although several strong men work in places like this, they dare not covet the things inside because they have a lot of things in their stomachs waiting to be released.

Although the woman under me is ugly, she is a woman after all, which is better than nothing.

It was snowing heavily outside, and Fu Yue Niang had forgotten that this humiliation had lasted for several days.

In the end, she didn't survive the winter.

Fu Yueniang's body lay in a strange posture outside the back door of Lilanyuan, waiting to be collected and thrown into a mass grave.

Her face was covered with scars and blood, and the mole between her right eyebrow was lifeless. She was naked and uncovered.

She was born in Lingzhou, the only daughter of the late wife of Fu Shiqing, a wealthy family in Kyoto.

The Fu family was prosperous thanks to the second daughter of a princess. This winter, the princess gave birth to a boy for the prince.

The eldest daughter who disappeared in her early years has long been forgotten.

Fu had just traveled through time for less than a quarter of an hour, and the current content had not yet been consumed, when the original owner's body functions stopped functioning.

A sophisticated voice came from outside the vast white snow: "Ah, it was actually 'returned'."

The starry sky is full of mysterious colors, and time flows with the stars.

Late at night, Fu suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a dark red elm carved wooden bed.

Her whole body ached. She clearly remembered that she was taking a nap, so why did she dream of pain in the snow one moment and pain in bed the next?

Two memories that did not belong to me kept jumping around in my head.

The original owner, Fu Yueniang, was nine years old. Her biological mother, Xu Shushen, had just died. On her way to the wake, she was knocked unconscious by her concubine and thrown into the pond. Now she was waiting to die in her own yard.

The memories before the 'return' also came flooding back. The original owner was the one who 'disappeared' tonight. In fact, she was sold to a brothel by Tian, who was still a concubine at the time.

When he reached the age to receive customers, he would rather die than obey, and his face was scratched. He was reduced to a menial servant, and was framed by the top performer for stealing customers' money, so he was "dealt with" by the top performer.

Fu: "I just want to take a nap and let myself go. I don't want to experience death twice!" This is a non-existent dynasty called Dacheng.

This sentence was as soft as a mosquito, but a red and swollen little face suddenly raised up in front of the bed: "Miss, are you awake? I'll go call the master now." This was the personal maid of the original owner Fu Yue Niang, and it seemed that she had been beaten.

Soon, the small room was filled with people, including doctors, maids, and concubines watching the show.

A gaudy-dressed woman with tearful eyes rushed forward first and said, "Miss, you're finally awake. I believe it's because of Madam's spirit in heaven blessing you."

This is Tian Jingjiao, the future mistress of this house, and the one whom Yue Niang's father Fu Shiqing wants to take as his wife, regardless of the law of Cheng country that "a concubine cannot be made the first wife."

But Tian Jingjiao is adorned with jewels but lacks elegance, her manners are crude but lack gentleness, and her crying is like thunder but lacks clarity. It is true that money can make the world go round.

The Fu family mainly deals in porcelain, and the Tian family provides a lot of support in the business. Looking at his biological mother, she is just a poor and helpless young lady from an official family.

Yue Niang, lying on the bed, pinched herself hard a few times to confirm that it was not a dream.

Then he uttered a hoarse voice: "Don't worry, Aunt Tian, it's Yue'er's own fault. It has nothing to do with you."

Tian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This scene seemed extremely ironic in Yue Niang's eyes.

Thinking about what was going to happen tonight, Yue Niang felt dizzy. Was she going to die again?

Fu Shiqing glanced at her calmly and helped Tian Jingjiao up from the ground: "Okay, now Yue'er is awake, don't worry anymore. Qi Yu and Qi Zhao can't leave you alone, so go back to Mudan Garden quickly."

Fu Qizhao and Fu Qiyu are twins, but they are Fu Shiqing's favorites.

Fu Yueniang despised him in her heart, but she still said goodbye meekly: "Mrs. Tian, please go quickly. I'm fine."

But in my heart I was thinking about how to survive tonight. The feeling of death was too suffocating and too desperate.

Fu Shiqing spoke again: "Let's all go, just leave the doctor behind."

Seeing Fu Shiqing about to leave, Yue Niang stretched out her little hand and tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Daddy, I miss mommy, I'm scared to be alone."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Fu Shiqing was a little impatient.

Yue Niang looked pitiful, like a child without a father who is nothing but a blade of grass, tears glistening in her eyes. "Father, will you also abandon Yue'er? Yue'er will definitely be good."

"Good girl Yue'er, how could father not want Yue'er? But father has the account book to look at now."

Seeing that Fu Shiqing was still going to leave, Yue Niang had no choice but to use her shameless killer move.

"Then Yue'er will go with father. Mother usually lights the lamp for you, but now she is gone~ wuwuwu."

But Fu Shiqing had no emotion at all and his patience was exhausted. He ignored Yue Niang's crying and walked out.

All the servants and concubines also fled in panic.

At this time, the little girl just now tiptoed in: "Miss."

Yue Niang responded and looked at the intricate and exquisite patterns on the bed curtains. She was panicked and cried, "Help! Help!"

Wait! Suddenly, I remembered that Xu's spirit was still at home, and a plan came to mind.

He asked the little girl, "Dongzhu, who will be keeping vigil tonight?"

The little girl thought for a moment and said, "Young lady, you were supposed to be the one keeping vigil tonight, but somehow you fell into the pond. Now Mother He is taking care of you."

Mother He is Xu's personal maid and also her confidant. There is no other way now.

Yue Niang pretended to get out of bed, but when she tried to put on her shoes she discovered that her legs were so short.

The bronze mirror reflects the cute chubby baby cheeks, and then the mole between the right eyebrow, which makes the eyes and eyebrows look more majestic.

Not yet used to the fact that this little body was hers, Yue Niang couldn't help but rub the chubby little face.

Oh no, business is important.

"Dongzhu, help me up."

Dong Zhu was puzzled: "Miss, where are we going?"

"Mourning hall, mourning hall, hurry up."

Dong Zhu thought she was still going to go and keep watch, so she advised her distressedly, "Miss, the master said that you don't have to go tonight. Mother He can just keep watch."

"Walk."

Dong Zhu couldn't resist and had to help Yue Niang go to the mourning hall.

"Don't light the lantern. Let's just be quiet and sneak over there."

Dong Zhu held her tightly with even greater worry. In fact, the road was not that dark, and there was no possibility of a small pond. The only place with a pond in the Fu Mansion was Changlexuan, the home of the concubines.

Two small figures quietly walked into the mourning hall.

The wind was blowing, and many people came to pay their respects during the day. Everyone in the mansion was in tears and their expressions were sincere and heartfelt.

But now, not only is there no one keeping vigil, there is not even a servant to take care of it. Only Mother He is there burning some yellow paper.

Afraid of scaring her, Yue Niang called her, "Mother He."

Mother He turned around and saw Yue Niang standing there wearing only a single piece of clothing, with her hair still unkempt.

Mother He took off her old coat and gave it to Yue Niang: "Miss, why are you here again? Dong Zhu, you are the same, not caring at all."

Dong Zhu felt aggrieved after being criticized, but he couldn't utter the words of defense even though they were on the tip of his tongue.

Yue Niang grabbed He Mama's hand tightly.

"Mother He, save me."

Mother He looked at the pale Yue Niang in surprise, holding her in her arms and stroking her head slowly: "Are you scared? Let's not go to the waterside anymore."

"Mother He, Aunt Tian wants to sell me out."

Mother He slowed down her movements: "This damn bastard, how dare she do that?"

Yue Niang almost cried: "You believe me."

After a long silence, Mother He lowered her head and said, "It's because I'm useless and can't protect the young lady."

The cold and bleak wind from all around blew over.

Yue Niang stared at the white silk hanging from the beam in a daze.

"Dongzhu, go guard outside the door and let them know if anyone comes." Dongzhu responded and went out.

The New Year atmosphere has not yet dissipated, and a thin layer of snow still falls occasionally.

With the help of Mother He, Yue Niang rolled up the white silks together so that they could bear the weight of a person.

At this time, Dong Zhu also ran in: "Miss, Miss, someone is coming."

"That's too late."

Mother He made up her mind and threw Yue Niang into Xu's coffin.

She was still muttering, "Madam, please don't blame me. Madam, please don't blame me. This is your own daughter. I had no choice."

The mourning hall became even quieter, and Mother He pulled Dongzhu to kneel down.