The Legitimate Daughter of the Prosperous Medical Fragrance Will Not Marry

Chapter 2 Phoenix Nirvana

When Fan Qingyao woke up again, there were murmurs in his ears.

 “Crescent Moon, Crescent Moon…”

Whose voice is so old and hoarse?

Fan Qingyao thought vaguely that the night she was born was a waning moon, and her grandmother felt it was unlucky and unsatisfactory, so she actually stood in her mother's yard and scolded her for nearly an hour before she gave up.

Later, everyone in the Fan family regarded her as unlucky. Only her mother would often touch her hair and coax her, "My mother's crescent moon is the real noble girl descended from the sky. They are all blind."

Fan Qingyao finally remembered that Yueyueer was her nickname, but after her mother died, no one called her that way again.

Mother…

Mother!

 I suddenly opened my eyes, seeing broken yellow walls and tiles, and a musty smell.

Fan Qingyao stood up in shock, and then realized that his feet were there, and when he looked at his hands... they were also there. There was a mottled bronze mirror hanging on the wall that was constantly shedding dirt, and what was reflected in the bronze mirror was unexpectedly It's her ten-year-old face!

 “Crescent Moon…Mother’s Crescent Moon…”

 On the cold Kang, a woman was lying slumped on it, with unkempt hair and a faint trace of blood on the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes were smacking lightly, her consciousness began to blur, but she was still calling out the name she was most reluctant to give up and worried about like an obsession.

 “Mother…”

Fan Qingyao choked and threw himself to the kang, tightly holding the hand that was as dry as a branch.

At this moment, she finally believed that she was back.

Hua Lianyue, whose consciousness was gradually blurring, had a happy smile on her chapped lips.

She dreamed that her little Yue Ya'er called her mother. She didn't blame her for dreaming that her little Yue Ya'er was crying, but why was her little Yue Ya'er crying?

 She wanted to raise her hand to wipe away the tears on Little Yue Yue'er's face, but she didn't even have the strength to look straight.

 She is too tired…

Fan Qingyao sniffed and reached out to gently touch her sleeve. Soon, she took out a slender bag and opened it. Inside were twenty-four silver needles ranging from thick to thin.

In her last life, she felt that her mother was self-reliant, which led her to live in such a difficult life. Even when her mother was dying, she was unwilling to get even half a step closer. It was not until many years later that she realized how stupid she was. .

The twenty-four silver needles moved flexibly on the fingers that had not been fully opened. Each time the needle dropped just one inch and a half, it was not until he noticed that his mother's breathing became even that Fan Qingyao exhaled and moved the silver needle. The needle is arranged and tucked into the sleeve.

My mother has been suffering from labor and illness for many years and is suffering from depression. She knows that silver needles can only save her life, but if she wants to cure it...

"boom!"

The dilapidated door was kicked open by someone, and a middle-aged man strode in, holding his head high and arrogantly.

"Every time I see him, he looks like he's dying, who can he pretend to be?" The cold words are full of sarcasm, and strangers are even colder.

And he happened to be Fan Yurong, Fan Qingyao's biological father and the eldest son of the current Prime Minister of Xiliang Kingdom.

Fan Qingyao turned around following the sound, his dark eyes were indifferent, and he quietly blocked Hua Yuelian behind him.

Fan Yurong was stunned for a moment. For a moment, he felt an arrogant and cold air in his daughter who had always been weak.

"Tap tap tap..." A burst of cheerful footsteps sounded from outside the door.

 An eight-year-old girl ran in, wrapped in fine clothes and covered with jewelry. Fan Qingyao's eyes were as cold as frost, making people shudder.

She had forgotten that today, when she was ten years old, was the first time she met Fan Xuening!

"Daddy, are you still okay? Ning'er wants to be the eldest lady, eldest lady! Don't be the second lady..." Fan Xuening threw herself into Fan Yurong's arms and acted coquettishly, her big eyes twinkling with an irresistible favor.

As a child, Fan Xuening was the same as she would be ten years later. She was taught hypocrisy and kindness by the mother who robbed someone else's husband since she was a child.

Fan Yurong was so upset that her heart ached. When she turned to look at Fan Qingyao, her eyebrows became even colder and disgusted.

"Your mother has been away from the family for many years. In these years, your mother-in-law has been taking care of the trivial affairs of the Fan family. Ning'er is getting older and will be betrothed to someone else in a few years. Please advise your mother to write the abdication letter as soon as possible. With the book coming, Ning'er can naturally become the legitimate daughter of the Fan family," Fan Yurong said patiently.

Fan Qingyao had no expression on his face and sneered in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that her grandfather was the hussar general of the dynasty, and the Fan family wanted to set things right, how could it be that her mother, who had not been in the Fan family for five years, would be able to write a letter of abdication?

Fan Yurong was a little uncomfortable being stared at by those dark eyes, and he scolded guiltily, "Don't forget, Ning'er is your sister!"

Fan Qingyao raised his dusty face and asked, "How could you ever remember that I am also your biological daughter?"

Fan Yurong stared in shock and turned blue from being choked. Is this still his cowardly and helpless eldest daughter?

Fan Xuening had been raised pampered and could not bear the messy environment now. When she saw her father was stunned, she frowned impatiently and actually ran to the kang and grabbed Hua Yuelian's arm.

"Dad, this evil **** is dead. Doesn't it mean that after she dies, she won't have to write a letter of abdication?" Fan Xuening said while pulling Hua Yuelian's arm fiercely.

"Snapped!"

 A hard slap, clear and loud.

"My mother is just tired, she is not dead. Of course, you can also call her an evil bitch, but remember, if this evil **** is with me, don't even climb into the position of the legitimate daughter of the Fan family!" Fan Qing Yao's eyes were cold and his voice was loud.

Fan Xuening was in pain and frightened, and started to cry out loudly.

Fan Yurong held Fan Xuening in front of her heartily, and stepped forward to grab Fan Qingyao. However, before his hands could touch the thin body, a fat woman rushed in.

"What about the mourning so early in the morning? Fan Qingyao, let me tell you, even if your mother dies, you still have to pay the rent!" Mrs. Liu glared fiercely.

Fan Qingyao's dark eyes fell on Fan Yurong, "This is my father. He is here to help us pay the rent."

 "Fan Qingyao, you..."

Fan Yurong wanted to catch Fan Qingyao, but Mrs. Liu grabbed her arm first.

“Master, I see you are really well dressed. Let’s go and pay the rent for these three months.” Mrs. Liu, who was so fat, pulled Fan Yurong out of the house.

 Looking at Fan Xuening who was in tears, she was knocked to the ground several times by Mrs. Liu's thick legs, and her clothes rolled into **** of mud in the blink of an eye.

Fan Qingyao took the opportunity to push the broken cart in the yard to the door, picked up Hua Yuelian and put her gently on the cart, and pushed the cart toward the outside of the village.

When passing by Mrs. Liu's house, she could vaguely see the children, one big and one small, who were being entangled by Mrs. Liu. She curled her lips silently.

She would never give up the status that her mother had fought so hard to give her.

 Fan Xuening, we have a long way to go.

 (End of this chapter)