in love with the zerg queen

"Then?"

"After that..." Jieling's smile faded, "When I was young, my father was very indifferent to me. Only by learning to recite poems and prose and being talented, could I get my father to look at me more. Have fun all day."

Until one day, she was bored in the room for a long time, and the brush in her hand wrote what she had learned today in a correct posture. In order to be able to write like a master of calligraphy, she hung a sandbag on her wrist Practice wrist strength until your wrist is sore.She turned her head and said to the nurse who was doing needlework beside her: [Mom, I'm a little tired, take me out for a walk. 】

At home, Mammy has always been gentle with herself. The corners of her eyes were wrinkled, and she had a kind smile on her face. She looked at her eyes as if she was looking at her own child, and she walked over staggeringly.

Mammy had a hard life when she was young. When she was young, she was sold by her parents to someone else, and then she was sold to a poor family as a child bride. After being poor all her life, she was kicked out of the house by her unfilial son when she was old. Nanny's.

At that time, Mammy was begging on the street, and she was dying. She brought Mammy back home. However, she worked hard when she was young, and eventually broke her body, and her legs and feet also fell to the root of the disease, but she treated her like a girl. Alright, so he also stayed in Xiao's residence, and Xiao's residence is not short of this kind of food anyway.

【Come on, Mammy will take you out to get some air,】 Mammy took the sandbag off her wrist, 【Staying in the room all day will make you sick. 】

Mammy's hands were as old as dead tree bark, and under the fingers that she couldn't wash off over the years were her soft, white hands. Mammy held a cane in one hand and led her out slowly.

There is a swing frame in the garden. She would sit on the swing frame and play when she was bored on weekdays. Before she got there, she heard the sound of laughter.

It was my father's laughter.

At the same time there was another girl's laughter.

She was overjoyed that her father had spent his whole life as a general guarding Zecheng, so he was busy with affairs on weekdays, so he spent even less time at home.

Thinking of the fact that she silently wrote a sage treatise today, her heart jumped for joy, and thinking of the gentle and admiring eyes her father looked at her, she dragged Mammy over.

So she saw people she didn't want to see.

Her second sister, Xiao Yan.

Her second sister is two years older than her, but Xiao Yan hates her.

So she stopped and stopped going forward.

Turning the corner, she stopped under the flower stand, quietly looking not far away.

The second sister, Xiao Yan, was sitting on the flower trellis swing she used to sit on. Behind her was her father Xiao Zhifeng. 】

There was a happy smile on his father's face.

That kind of smile is a smile that has never been seen before when facing her. When facing her, she is always restrained and polite. It is not like facing a daughter, but like facing a stranger.

She just stood not far away, looking at the happy father and daughter through layers of flowers and trees. After playing for a while, the father took the girl off the swing frame, and the girl hugged her father's neck. Finally, the father put on a straight face and asked the girl: [After playing crazy all day long, the homework assigned by the teacher can be done well]”

The girl replied crisply: [Daddy, I have learned to write fifteen characters today! 】

Father put her down, picked up a branch and put it in her hand, and they squatted down together.

She looked at the crooked words written by the girl, and there were two missing arms and legs, but her father was very happy after reading it: [My daughter is really good, she can write such difficult words taught by her husband well. In the future, she must be a talented woman who is famous for defending Zecheng! 】

She already knew how to read some Four Books and Five Classics silently, and she got a good compliment from her father.

The second sister only learned a few words, and was praised by her father.

At that moment, sadness welled up in the eyes of the little girl, and she stood there in a daze until the mammy squeezed her little hand and said kindly: [Yun'er, let's go, mammy will steam rice cakes for you , what do you want to eat today. 】

Mammy never embarrasses her, because Mammy knows much more about the situation at home than she does, and when she sees Mammy's eyes, she is full of pity.

She took one last look.

It was the first time that she clearly realized that she was different from her elder sister and second sister.

She ranks third in the Xiao family, and outsiders call her Xiao Sanniang, but until now, she feels like she is depending on others.

She concealed her identity and name, and slowly told Yu Ah Heng about the past. Ah Heng used his fingers as a comb, combing her long hair non-stop, and felt a little sympathy for this girl. The girl's calm voice continued.

In the eyes of outsiders, she is just a concubine daughter, but she spends the same food and clothing as a concubine daughter. That family gave her everything, but did not give her love.

"When I was nine years old, Mammy died," she recalled. "When Mammy died, she was only 45 years old. She said that she had been poor and miserable all her life. She also resented whether God was blind."

Lying on the hospital bed, she said to her when she was dying: [Yun'er, you look cold, but you are actually a kind and gentle child. It's a pity that I can't watch you grow up. I only hope that you will live a happy life in the future. Happiness is to have someone who loves you. 】

She held Mammy's hand and nodded: [Mammy, I will live a happy life. 】

Mammy's hand had already been loosened, and Mammy's eyes were already closed.

She stared blankly at the old face in front of her, stretched out her hand to help her wrap up a lock of long hair beside her forehead, and put it behind her ear, and tightly held the hand of the nanny with the other hand, and said to her: 【Go to sleep. 】

Go to sleep.

Then, she heard the voices of the servant girls talking not far away.

[Since your lord brought the third girl home, have you ever seen this master cry? 】

[It turns out that the third girl can also cry. 】

She smiled slightly: "Since I can remember, I have cried twice, and the first time was because of the death of Nanny."

I am sad because I loved her, and the only person in my family who loved me died too.

Ah Heng knows that the topic can't continue even if he is a rough one, but in the previous life, the appearance of a lady covered up this shortcoming, and now the topic is getting more and more wrong, she waved her hand and said to her: "Sister, you I know calligraphy, can you teach me how to write?"

Jie Ling blinked, looked at the faint candlelight beside her, and nodded: "Let's wait for tomorrow, practice calligraphy at night, carefully hurt your eyes."

She nodded, and then started another topic: "I don't remember much when I was very young, but I still remember that I am the daughter of a rich family. I just remembered that I was strangled to death by a woman with long nails. The one who went down the river struggled for a long time in the river, and was later caught by my adoptive father, who is my current father."

"However, one can't always think about the past," the little girl straightened up, "It's useless to think so much, so I said to myself, just live every day well, sister, since the past is not happy, don't let it go." to think about."

The two of them chatted one after another, and it was only then that Ah Heng realized that this seemingly cold young lady was not as cold as she thought.

Then there was the dead of night.

After blowing out the oil lamp that was emitting a faint light, she entered the innermost place first, and gave up the outside position to Jieling. Ah Heng peeked at the girl beside her who put her hands on her belly and closed her eyes calmly, remembering that today was not a good day. They had a very pleasant chat, but she couldn't find a place to open her mouth, so she glanced at her secretly.

She is so beautiful.

She is so pretty.

However, thinking of the obscene thought that came to her today, she couldn't help being a little embarrassed, she quickly closed her eyes, put the quilt over her head, and fell asleep.

I thought she would not be able to fall asleep because of today's embarrassment, but she fell asleep soon after. In her dream, she saw a boundless forest with rich emerald green colors flowing between the forests. The leaf veins and meridians are extremely clear, and little fluorescent lights flow between the leaves.

There is soft grass under her feet. She walked barefoot on the soft grass. From time to time, she saw some insects appearing in the forest. Her body was also covered with a layer of soft light, which seemed less disgusting than in reality, so she leaned forward and saw a firefly wrapped in colorful bubbles floating to her side, She can even see the belly of the firefly, a little bit of fluorescent light flickering.

She has never had such a real dream. The scenery she sees is definitely more real than any previous dream. She also knows that she is in a dream, but the scenery in front of her is picturesque. It would be a pity not to appreciate it. Back then, her own paintings won the provincial first prize, and there was even a painter who spoke highly of her, which made her go ahead of most of the students who studied together.

If the scenery here can be painted, she thinks it must be a rare beauty in the world.

She was walking alone in the forest, and there were some unknown fungi in the deep bushes, the big ones were bigger than the big umbrellas, and the small ones were only as thick as a finger, emitting a faint purple fluorescence.

She lowered her head and picked a mushroom.

So she clearly saw the mushroom withering at a speed visible to the naked eye before her eyes, and the purple fluorescence on it instantly enveloped her.

Then the picture is blurred.