Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

Looking at the little girl in front of her who was sleeping with a child in her arms, all the monks present sighed inwardly.

"Have you noticed that this girl is somewhat similar to Dijun's situation when she was a child?"
A monk suddenly asked.

As soon as this sentence was asked out, it was recognized and agreed by other monks.

"Yeah, I feel that way too-."
"Didn't the emperor when he was a child do the same thing, trying his best to protect Miss Xiaoxiao?"

"And this little girl is also guarding these children without parents. Obviously, her body is also very thin, but she is just like the emperor when she was a child, she has an indescribable tenacity."

All the monks were amazed.

For no reason, this little girl actually saw the shadow of the emperor when he was a child.

One bears the responsibility of the elder brother and protects his younger sister with all his heart.

One bears the responsibility of the elder sister, and guards the children who are thinner than her wholeheartedly.

These two words make people feel a little distressed and touched.

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Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

In the picture, there is still the ruined temple.

"Sister, I'm cold, so cold."

The sky is getting brighter, the morning sun has just risen, and the sun doesn't make people feel any warmth.

And compared to the late night, the coldness of the early morning made it even more difficult for the children in coarse linen clothes.

The little girl was awakened by a murmur.

She opened her eyes and saw the thin little girl under her, trembling slightly.

The little girl looked at her surroundings.

The firewood has been completely extinguished, and the black ashes are covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

She hugged the little girl beside her tightly, trying to use her body to keep the little girl warm.

But the next moment, she felt something, and extremely complicated emotions appeared in her eyes.

A little boy next to him was also woken up by the movement. He touched the little girl's forehead, and his expression changed instantly.

"Sister...she has a fever."

The little boy's voice trembled a little, and there was an indescribable complexity in his eyes.

For a group of children who have no parents and no money.

Get ill!
This kind of thing will be fatal!
An adult may be able to carry it through, but for a frail and sickly girl, getting sick means that the time of death is approaching.

The children next to him were also woken up, and slowly sat up sleepily.

They looked at the little girl who had a fever. None of these children made a sound, they just sat there blankly, their eyes filled with sorrow.Obviously, this is not the first time such a thing has been seen.

And they can't do anything about the death of their little friend.

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Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

Such a scene moved all the monks present.

The sad expressions on the thin children's faces made people feel even more distressed.

There are many similar things in this world, and no monk will be a bad person, take care of these poor people, and show his kindness.

But when you encounter it, you will feel a little uncomfortable in your heart.

"They are still too immature and too fragile. It's just a minor illness, but it can kill them."
"It's a pity that the emperor at that time couldn't take action, otherwise, he could have taken action to save that little girl."
A sense of sadness welled up in the hearts of all the monks.

Some lamented how difficult the fate of these orphaned children was.

.......
Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

The little girl hugged the feverish little girl, only her, her eyes filled with calmness.

She thought for a while, then gently put the little girl down, and then walked outside the temple: "I'll go find money to buy medicine, she will definitely not die."
The calm words, but all the monks off-screen felt the firmness in her words.

How similar!
That thin figure basically overlaps with the young emperor!
The children looked up at the little girl, with hope in their eyes and a sense of security.

"Sister."

The little boy next to him yelled and chased after the little girl outside the temple.

A little girl, a little boy.

The two were walking on the bustling street, looking for their target.

But looking at the beggar-like refugees on the street, there was a heavy sense of sadness in their eyes.

"Sister, we can't steal money, and the people here have no money."
The little boy's face was full of disappointment.

"Then go to the main city."

The little girl said softly, with firmness in her eyes, and a maturity that was hardly visible at her age.

Panic and fear flashed across the little boy's face: "The main city is full of rich and powerful people. If they are caught, they will lose their lives!"
"Besides, the main city has always been the domain of the older children. If they catch us stealing money from the main city, we will have our hands and feet cut off!"
Every place has its unspoken rules.

This is especially true for these children who steal people's money for a living.

The main city is full of rich and powerful people, and sometimes stealing a bag of money will allow them to live comfortably for a year.

But why don't they go.

It's not the officers and soldiers who are afraid, but the big children who also steal people's money for a living.

The main city is their domain, trespassing will have to bear the price of trespassing.

"If you don't go, there's no hope."
"If you go there, you may not be caught by them."
The little girl said softly, she turned around, stroked the little boy's head, and comforted: "You wait here for sister, I will definitely be back before dark."
As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly ran towards the main city.

The tattered clothes danced in the wind, flashing fast.

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Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

All the monks present were deeply touched when they saw that thin figure.

Some monks even showed surprise in their eyes.

so similar!!
This little girl is simply too similar to the emperor when she was a child!
Didn't the emperor back then not even care about his own life for Liang Xiaoxiao?
Now, this little girl is even more like this for her companions!
The two figures seemed to overlap on the path, and the monks present all read the sense of responsibility in this little girl.

Back then, Dijun did this for a younger sister with a different surname.

Right now, this little girl is doing the same for other children who are not related by blood.

Why do you have to do this?
Just because of those kids, do you call her sister?
At this moment, the hearts of all the monks were deeply moved.

This little girl is so sensible that people feel distressed. Her kindness, her calmness, and the sense of responsibility that she actively resisted on her thin shoulders are even more touching.