The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

Jiang Yanyun thought his son had changed his mind, and just as he showed a relieved smile, he saw Qiao Yuanan turn around and walk away.

She hurriedly shouted from behind: "An'er, you must leave some money no matter what. The rice jar at home is empty, you must at least let us have a full meal."

Without even turning his head, Qiao Yuanan waved his hand and said, "We have steamed buns at home, which will keep us full. Wait until I become wealthy and marry you a beautiful daughter-in-law."

Jiang Yanyun was so angry that he punched his thigh, but he could do nothing but vent his anger on his daughter who was standing beside him.

"What are you still standing on the ground for? Hurry up and carry your father to the grave."

Jiang Yanyun glared at Qiao Yilu with a look of disappointment, as if she was the calamity of the entire Qiao family.

"You are just pretty, but you are already seventeen years old and you still haven't found a rich husband. You are really useless. If you still can't get married this year, I will do as your brother says and sell you to a brothel. It can also help to supplement the family income."

"No, mother."

Qiao Yiliu endured the dull pain in her stomach, climbed up with difficulty, and promised: "I will definitely find a rich family this year. Mother, you can't sell me to a brothel, otherwise I will be ruined."

"You stupid girl, you still dare to be so stubborn, why don't you come and help me."

Jiang Yanyun gritted his teeth, wishing he could bite Qiao Yiliu's flesh to vent his anger!

Qiao Yiliu hurried forward to pull the wooden cart, and when she passed by Jiang Yanyun, she twisted her arm hard.

When Jiang Yanyun's cursing voice gradually faded away, a person slowly walked out from the corner.

The man had a tall and straight figure, and was wearing a black robe that covered his body tightly, with the corners of the robe swaying slightly in the breeze.

The cold corners of his lips were slightly raised under the cloak, carrying a dark aura, like an evil ghost from hell.

He slowly raised his hand, revealing a slender but overly white hand under his cloak.

He lightly hooked his index finger, and the aura around him suddenly changed. He saw a residual shadow immediately flying in the direction of Jiang Yanyun and her daughter.

"General, Mu Sinian?"

The man in black robe spoke casually, but his voice was colder than the cold wind in the alley.

"Tsk, what a pity," the black-robed man sighed with regret, but there was a hint of excitement in his voice.

The cold eyes glanced in the direction of Gufang Road, and the next moment, the black shadow disappeared into the empty alley.

This day, the General’s Mansion.

Shaoguangyuan.

For half a month, there was no news about Jiang Yanyun and her two sons. Mu Luan's tense heart finally settled down.

But for some reason, as soon as I breathed a sigh of relief, my chest began to ache.

The pain was familiar, except she hadn't felt it in nearly two years.

After the pain lasted for a long time, she gradually remembered that at this time in her previous life, she was still a weak woman who survived on painkillers.

She had been weak and sickly since childhood, and it was said that her mother had a very difficult time when she was pregnant with them.

Twins were not common in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it was a turbulent time of dynasty change.

My father sympathized with the difficulty my mother had gone through with pregnancy and didn't want to have this child.

But A'niang has always wanted to have another child. Unfortunately, my eldest brother is already eight years old, and there is still no news from A'niang's pregnancy.

From this we can see how happy A Niang was when she was pregnant with her and her second brother.

Dad had no choice but to follow Mom's wishes.

Later, in order to save the two fetuses in her belly, my father went everywhere to seek medical treatment and finally took care of my mother safely until the day of delivery.

On that day, a spy sneaked into the midwife's room and poisoned A Niang's labor-inducing medicine.

A Niang suffered severe physical damage as a result and it took her three years of recuperation before she recovered.

My elder brother was lucky enough to be born earlier and was not harmed much by the poison.

Poor girl, she drank so much poisonous water in her mother's stomach that she came out reluctantly.

The little face was poisoned by the poison and turned black and purple. Even my father, a rough and mighty man, couldn't help but stagger.

The baby's body is fragile, and the poison is extremely powerful.

It is difficult to find the right antidote for the time being, so we can only use mild medication to keep the patient going.

He thought he would detoxify the poison when he was older, but the poison had already melted into his blood. It would be difficult to separate the poison from the blood, even if Hua Tuo were alive.

Mu Luan heard these old stories from his mother, and even today, a bowl of detoxifying soup is essential for him every day.

When Mu Luan listened to A Niang's story, he thought her childhood experiences were quite interesting.

But every time he saw the dark medicine soup, his face instantly turned bitter.

It's really too funny.

Mu Luan gently rubbed the pain in his chest and stared at the bowl of medicine in front of him in a daze.

The same piercing pain that I had felt in my previous life seemed to have never occurred again shortly after I entered the palace.

Why is this?

Mu Luan thought carefully about all the medicines, big and small, that he had taken since entering the palace.

In his previous life, Jun Zhao was very fond of poisons, poison powders, poison needles, poisonous substances and the like.

He likes to study anything that is highly poisonous.

At that time she knew that Jun Zhao must be an expert in using poison.

Because every time he achieved something, he would test the poison on himself.

I remember one time, Mu Luan squinted his eyes and drank a big bowl of black, bitter and poisonous soup.

Before he could swallow the last bite, he suddenly vomited blood.

There was a wave of sharp pain in my chest, and in a blink of an eye I fainted on the ground.

Before she fainted, she saw Jun Zhao looking at her with a smile on his lips, as if he was saying leisurely, "Finally killed him."

Mu Luan could only stare at him in despair and resentment, unable to do anything, and finally slowly closed her eyes.

She thought she was going to die, but she woke up three days later.

When she woke up, she saw Jun Zhao looking at her leisurely, shaking the medicine bottle in his hand and smiling wickedly and ostentatiously.

Mu Luan saw another meaning in that smile, "Interesting, it's alive again."

Since then, the medicine I take most frequently is probably... the emergency medicine.

Jun Zhao personally brought the medicine and watched her drink it.

It seemed that he was really afraid that I would be pregnant with his child.

However, after witnessing Su Lan's fate, Mu Luan felt that it was better not to get pregnant.

Otherwise, she will be the one to be disemboweled someday.

The sharp pain in her chest gradually brought Mu Luan back to her senses. She had no choice but to pick up the black medicine and drink it all in one gulp while holding her breath.

The maid beside her was quick-witted and put a hawthorn into her mouth immediately after seeing Mu Luan finish drinking the medicine.

Although it doesn't have an immediate effect, the bitterness in my heart can be slightly suppressed by the sourness.

Mu Luan looked at the residue in the medicine bowl and suddenly remembered that in her previous life, it seemed that she had drunk the emergency medicine, and the stabbing pain in her chest slowly dissipated.

Could it be that the contraceptive pills are the antidote for her frail body?

Mu Luan's slightly wrinkled brows relaxed instantly and she stood up from the wooden chair.

This sudden action startled the maid who was cleaning the medicine bowls nearby, and she almost smashed the bowl.

The maid asked worriedly, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Is it that hawthorn is not sour enough?