[Seven Five] Sword Que Merry

After being killed by Qingxu's sword, for four years, she had no memory, did not know where she was, and did not know whether she was dead or alive.

Until one day, she suddenly opened her eyes and woke up inexplicably.

Surrounded by unfamiliar people and unfamiliar places, even the self in the mirror is a completely unfamiliar face.

For a long time, she couldn't remember who she really was, but she heard people around her call her Miss, her surname was Mu, and she was called Mu Ci.

At first, I thought that I was lucky enough to be reincarnated.

But the days became clearer and clearer, and after her thoughts calmed down, she realized that she still remembered many things clearly about her past life and after death.

I remember the Gu family, I remember the top of the snowy mountain, I remembered Yangliu Huping, I remembered the beaded curtain and the moon, and I remembered a person...

She has not been reincarnated, nor reincarnated.

It's just... a dead body resurrected.

But I was clearly wiped out four years ago, why did I still have a soul, and if so, why couldn't I come out of this body?

Is she a human now, or a ghost?

These doubts have plagued her heart for a long time and she has not been answered, and she cannot wander in the world of human ghosts as before, so she has to live temporarily as an admiration.

She didn't expect that four years had passed in the blink of an eye, and she didn't expect to see him again in this life.

Time has passed, and the vicissitudes of life have changed. He is living a very good life now, with friends, relatives, and people who love him.

——"Find a good girl and live a peaceful life..."

She was a homeless and rootless lonely ghost, she shouldn't have appeared in his life in the first place, now that he had finally settled down, how could she disturb his life again.

In the past four years, I don't know how he has lived. Now that I can't even predict my life, how can I open my mouth to recognize him...

Nian Yi looked at the brazier covered with ashes at his feet, but felt overwhelmingly uncomfortable.

——"...his wife has passed away, but he still remembers it!"

Knowing that he is still thinking about her, knowing that he keeps the clothes she sewed, knowing that he is still reading, thinking...

Thinking of this made my chest ache like a tear.

"Brother Zhan..." Nian Yi gradually tightened his fingers, and said softly to the heavy tombstone, "I miss you too."

On the east bank of Jinming Lake, willows hang low, and the fairy bridge is full of tourists. The lake water is illuminated with lanterns, like the Milky Way hanging down to the ground, beautiful and picturesque.

In the wine shop on the bank, there was a young man sitting leaning against the railing with his head propped up. He held a jug of wine in his hand, and looked lazily at the clouds and water in the river.

"Yeah." A child next to him shook the sugar water bottle twice, and tugged at his sleeve, "No more."

Shiyin waved impatiently, "Then order another pot."

"Oh." Er Xiaogui turned to greet the shop assistant, "I want another pot."

"Okay!"

The clerk responded immediately, and went back to the store to pour rock sugar water for him.

Shi Yin raised his head and took a sip of wine. At the same time, a person beside him slowly walked past the wine shop. His eyes suddenly changed, and he was immediately choked by the wine.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

Seeing that he was coughing badly, the three little ghosts hurried forward to pat him on the back, and said solemnly:

"The boss is over a thousand years old, why is he so careless when drinking?"

"Ahem...it's her..."

"it?"

"she!"

Shi Yin threw the jug away, and rushed out of the wine shop without caring much.

"Read one!"

He stood on the street, looking around, people coming and going, bustling, so many faces passed by, but none of them was what he was looking for.

"Nianyi...it's Nianyi!" He muttered to himself.

Shi Yin grabbed the two brats, "Hurry up, you guys help find them too!"

"Number one?!" Er Xiaogui ran out with the kettle in his hands, with a look of joy on his face, "Boss, are you serious?"

"I'm not sure." He straightened up, eyebrows frowned slightly, "But at that moment just now... there was indeed a hint of her soul's aura, in short, it should not be far from here, call all the ghosts, come and find it together!"

"As ordered!"

After the Shangyuan Festival, for half a month, Mu's family was calm and there was no disturbance, so the Kaifeng Mansion also evacuated people one after another, and the turmoil of the letter seemed to pass silently like this.

I thought it would be a warm winter this year, but I didn't expect the weather to turn cold suddenly at the end of the month.

Since the beginning of the month, Lin has not paid monthly money to the yard here, and sent people to ask several times, all of which were said to be taken in a few days, and it would not hurt or itch.

She said at the time that she would be cured, and such a cure was not surprising.

The second Miss of Mu's family was very tight on money, and she saved a little money in her private house, which will soon be used up, and gradually the good charcoal in the house will not be needed, and the stove will not heat up after a long time, and Qiao'er is freezing. Trembling all over, he poured a cup of tea for Nian to warm his hands.

"Miss, are you not cold?"

"It's okay..." She lowered her head and took a sip, seeing that she was really shaking, she couldn't help asking, "Are you cold?"

Qiaoer stared at her pitifully, "Yes."

After all, she is a living person, and of course her cold resistance is not as good as her own.

After thinking about it for a while, he opened the drawer and picked up a piece of jewelry and handed it to her.

"Go to Zhang Momo and tell us to buy it ourselves."

"But..." Qiao'er hesitated to pick it up, "How can I let the young lady use it as jewelry in exchange for charcoal?"

Nian Yi asked her lightly: "So you want to die of cold?"

"...I don't really want to."

"That's not going yet."

After struggling for a long time to get warm and face, Qiaoer finally put her back again.

"Forget it, although the charcoal is bad, let's just burn it, I can bear it." After finishing speaking, he continued to make tea for her, and when he opened the pot, unexpectedly it was empty.

She complained: "...Miss."

Nian put down the pen, "What's the matter?"

"We're out of tea."

She didn't care, "then drink water."

"How can this work... By the way!" Qiao'er seemed to think of something, "There is a kind of tea called Runchun in the tea shop opposite, which is very cheap and tastes good, and it only costs two pennies!"

"Two pennies..." Nian opened the jewelry box, it was almost empty, she closed it silently.

Seeing her expression, Qiao'er murmured: "We don't even have two hangers, do we?"

"Only one hanging."

She thought about it quietly for a while, then found a silk embroidery from the basket, got up and went out, "Well, I'll go and negotiate the price with a nearby embroidery shop, and we can do some needlework in the future."

"Ah?" Qiao'er bit her lower lip, "If people find out..."

"Otherwise?" Nian Yi put on his cloak, raised his eyebrows and asked her, "Mrs. Lin doesn't give money, do you think money falls from the sky?"

She had no choice but to accept her fate: "...Okay."

The silk shop was not far away, and the proprietress looked at the veils she embroidered and pondered for a moment.

"Girl, uh, the embroidery is pretty good...Look, how about twenty strips and five hundred dollars?"

"One hang."

"Ah, Yidiao, all the embroiderers in the capital must line up here to wait for us to embroider handkerchiefs?"

Nian Yi said in a low voice: "I embroider fast, twenty embroiders in ten days, two hangs."

"Let's see... eight hundred dollars!"

"Nine hundred."

"This……"

The two were still bargaining at the door, when they heard footsteps in their ears, Nian Yi inadvertently looked sideways, and suddenly saw Zhan Zhao standing not far away, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

"Miss? Miss." Qiao'er noticed that she was lost in thought, "Why don't you just hang it up, and I can also help with embroidery. Or we can just use this to exchange a basket of good coal for the boss, what do you think?"

"I……"

Zhan Zhao turned around, frowned and asked, "You trade jewelry with her for coal?"

Although he didn't want to admit it, Nian Yi still responded in a low voice.

"Why... didn't the Mu family give you monthly money?" As soon as he finished speaking, he understood a little, and without a word, he took out a stack of bank notes from his arms and stuffed them into her hands.

"Master Zhan?" Nian Yi was stunned, and hurriedly returned the money to him. "No, how can I collect your money..."

"Take it." Zhan Zhao shook his head sullenly, "I'm the one who harmed you, you use the money first, and if you run out of money one day, send someone to Kaifeng Mansion to collect it from me."

"But……"

Seeing that she still wanted ink marks, Zhan Zhao nodded and said to Qiao'er beside him, "Take it for your lady."

"Hey!" The latter is used to listening to him, and quickly snatched it from Nian Yi's hand, smiling and bowing, "Thank you Master Zhan!"

Read one: "..."

"I still have some high-quality silver frost charcoal." Zhan Zhao looked at the one or two police officers following behind him, "I'll have someone bring it to you later."

"no need……"

She wanted to decline, but Zhan Zhao ignored her, and only asked Qiaoer, "Are you still short of coal?"

The other party nodded sharply with bright eyes: "Que!"

His frown became tighter and tighter: "The family doesn't even deserve charcoal for you?"

"Yes, yes." Qiao'er drooped her head, "But it's all cinders, it's inconvenient to make tea...We don't have any tea anymore, and Miss is so cold that her hands are red, and she can't even hold a pen."

Although she added embellishments to the second half of the sentence, Zhan Zhao habitually looked at Nian's hand, and her ears felt hot, and she hurriedly put her hands behind her back.

After being silent for a while, he sighed softly: "Second Miss's life...isn't it easy to think about it?"

Nian Yi gritted his teeth secretly: "It's okay."

"Well... If it's okay, I'll take my leave first."

She bowed and saluted.

"Master Zhan, walk slowly."

When he just nodded, he seemed to hear something he said, but the voice was too soft to hear clearly.

On the way back to the room, Qiao'er counted the bank notes and almost shed tears.

"One, two, three...eight! Mr. Zhan is really rich!"

Nian turned around and reprimanded her: "You still said, how can you accept things from others for no reason?"

"But we really need money."

"That can't take so much."

Qiaoer put away the ticket, smiled at her shyly and said, "Master Zhan is willing to give it to you. Seriously, miss, I think Master Zhan seems to be interested in you."

She sprained her foot and almost knocked against a tree.

"What nonsense? When did you start gossiping about me?"

"How can this be called nonsense..."

Seeing Nianyi walking faster and faster, Qiaoer hurriedly trotted behind, "Miss, I'm serious...don't run so fast."

The author has something to say: Well, I won't hang on to you anymore, I should be able to recognize each other in one or two chapters. . .

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