It was winter.

Linjia Village, located in the northern border of Dongming Kingdom, is snowy and no pedestrians are seen.

A carriage was facing the snow on the wind and slowly entered the village, leaving two deep ruts, and stopped in the west of the village.

Two people in the car.

Feng's heavy makeup, with triangular eyes hanging on the eyebrows, and a smart face.

Her son Zhao Gui was about twenty years old, with fat head and big ears, drooping eyebrows and eyes, snoring in the car, snoring and snoring.

"Gui'er?Gui'er?" Feng called out twice and twisted it on the fat piece.

Zhao Gui opened his eyes in a daze, wiped his saliva, and muttered, "Here?"

Feng Shi raised her eyebrows and lowered her voice, "Remember what my mother said to you! If you marry this girl from the Lin family, you will sooner or later enjoy endless wealth!"

Zhao Gui's eyes flashed, "She didn't die even when she fell down the mountain. What if she recognized who pushed her..."

Feng hummed softly, "Don't be afraid, the mother has dealt with the people who should be dealt with. Don't be fooled again!"

Zhao Gui laughed apologized, "If my mother had told me that she had to marry the Lin cousin, I wouldn't have hired someone to kill her. Who knew that ugly monster was..."

Feng gave Zhao Gui a fierce look. Zhao Gui was embarrassed, "I almost forgot, I can't say it, I can't say it..."

As the mother and son were talking, the coachman had already knocked on the wooden door of the farmhouse in front of him, and Lin Hou and Xiao Feng hurriedly came out.

The main hall was burning with inferior carbon blocks, and the smoke was choking.

Feng sat in the upper seat, glanced at the teacup on the table, looked at Xiao Feng, and smiled, "Sister, when I heard that An Ran fell down the mountain, I quickly took Gui'er to visit him. Is she okay?"

Xiao Feng sighed, his eyebrows were filled with sorrow, "There was a hole on his head and a lot of blood was bleeding. The doctor said that An'er was lucky and the king of Yan Luo refused to accept her."

"That's good, that's good." Feng nodded, "Is Anran awake? Gui'er and I go and see her."

"I just fed the medicine and haven't woken up." Lin Hou said, "Thank you, my elder sister, still visiting her that day."

"That's my niece who loves the most. How can I not come? Besides, in the spring of next year, Guier and Anran will get married. When Anran gets married, I will definitely be the love of my daughter. Just give me a hundred hearts!" Feng grinned, and his mouth fat was stained on his teeth. His pale face and bright red lips were inexplicably a little cunning.

After all, Feng and Zhao Gui didn't see Lin Anran, put down two boxes of snacks, sat for a while, and then went back to town.

"Sister is so nice to our An'er." Xiao Feng sighed.

Lin Hou's black face looked unhappy, "No matter how good your sister is, An'er is not marrying her! Anyway, I see that your nephew is unreliable, everyone in the town knows that he is good at betting! Nine out of ten bets will lose, and sooner or later you will lose your family business!"

Xiao Feng smiled bitterly, "The marriage I made since childhood. I was born prematurely in an accident back then, thanks to my elder sister saving our mother and daughter. My elder sister was lucky and became rich later and never disliked us. I know you look down on Gui'er, but how can I get rid of this marriage?"

"Dad, mom, sister is awake!" A little head poked out from the west room and quickly retracted.

Lin Hou and Xiao Feng quickly stood up and went over.

Yuan Qiu woke up in secludedly and felt a split headache.

In the last memory, she had just finished a long operation and walked out of the operating room exhausted, and a shiny kitchen knife came towards her...

The perpetrator's son was taken to the hospital in a car accident. When Yuan Qiu saw him, the child had no pulse and heartbeat. Another emergency surgery was waiting, and Yuan Qiu rushed there immediately.

As a result, the perpetrator insisted that Yuan Qiu refused to save him when he was dead, and even speculated for no reason that Yuan Qiu abandoned his common people's son in order to save the son of a high-ranking official. It was not enough to create public opinion slander, so he wanted Yuan Qiu to "pay his life".

The medical quarrel was so terrible. Yuan Qiu really never thought that her great surgical master would be such a funny way to die. It’s a pity that she worked hard to practice Taekwondo black belt in her spare time, and she was so tired that she couldn’t react.

However, even though she was clearly slashed in the neck artery, why is she still alive? A medical miracle?

Soon, the miracle was shattered because Yuan Qiu saw a little boy wearing ancient costume and called her "Sister" with bright eyes.

What the hell is Sister? Yuan Qiu’s brain was so painful that it poured in a stream of memory that did not belong to her, and he fainted again.

I woke up again, it was already late at night.

The paper-paste window was blown by the wind, and an oil lamp was dimly lit.

Yuan Qiu opened his eyes and looked at the beams of the cobwebs, how could he feel sad in his heart!

After traveling through time, he was a village girl, and the famous name Lin Anran, is from Linjia Village, Dongming Kingdom. He is sixteen years old this year.

My parents are alive, and I have a 16-year-old young brother, Lin Anshun, who calls her sister the little master.

Lin Hou is a carpenter with good skills and farms at home.

But because Xiao Feng is in poor health, he takes medicine all year round and lives a hard life.

Lin Anran went up the mountain to pick up firewood the day before yesterday, fell off the cliff, knocked to his head and lost his life, Yuan Qiu resurrected himself by borrowing the corpse.

but……

That's what outsiders think.

Yuan Qiu received Lin Anran's memory. It was obvious that someone first smashed her head with a stone and then pushed her down the mountain!

But Yuan Qiu couldn't figure out who would be unable to get along with a village girl, so he wanted to kill her. He felt his mind was drowsy, and countless kitchen knives floated by, and stones fell all over the sky...

The snow stopped in the middle of the night.

It was just dawn, Lin Hou carried a shovel and broom to clear the snow, and Xiao Feng washed his face and worked in the kitchen.

The last two eggs were taken out from the clay pot, knocked them into a thick porcelain bowl, and the chopsticks were broken, a small piece of rock sugar was smashed on the back of the knife and threw them in, a scoop of boiling water rinsed down, and the egg flowers floated up.

Lin Anshun rubbed his eyes and entered the kitchen, "It smells so good!"

Egg tea is used to nourish Lin Anran's body. Xiao Feng was afraid that Lin Anshun would be greedy when he saw it, so he quickly covered the bowl with a bowl, turned around and took two small sweet potatoes from the stove, and stuffed them into Lin Anshun's hand, "Go and see if your sister is awake?"

When the farmer is burning the kang, the fire is not extinguished at night, the sweet potatoes are steamed, and they choose thin and small ones. They are on the stove overnight. The warm and fragrant ones are the snacks of the siblings on weekdays.

Lin Anshun ran into the west room and went to the bedside. He saw that Lin Anran was still closed and still not awake.

He put both small sweet potatoes at Lin Anran's hand, patted her hand gently, and whispered: "Sister, I'll give you all the sweet potatoes today, you have to get better soon!"

After saying that, Lin Anshun remembered something and ran out in a flash.

A white dumpling rushed in at a very fast speed, and his claws slashed around the bed for a few times, but there was no shadow again.

When Yuan Qiu woke up, Lin Anshun stood beside the bed, crying, "There is a ghost..." Why did the sweet potato he gave to his sister disappear?

Yuan Qiu blinked, no, right? Can this kid be spiritual? I can see that she is a wandering soul reborn from the Lord?!

When Xiao Feng heard the movement, he came over to feed Yuan Qiu with egg tea.

Yuan Qiu saw Xiao Zhengta swallowing saliva while leaving half a bowl and said she couldn't drink it anymore.

Xiao Feng sighed slightly and handed the bowl to Lin Anshun.

Lin Anshun held a bowl as big as his face in his small hand, drank it, and turned it over, and it was clean and not left. He licked his lips and squinted his eyes with a smile, "It's so sweet!"

The first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on the Daqing Mountain east of Linjia Village, with the snow on the top of the mountain crystal clear, like pearls and jade.

The white dumplings passed through the woods, almost blending with the snow, stopped beside a pair of exquisite cloud-patterned boots, squeaking twice.

"Master, Yuanbao is back." The young man in black was holding a long sword with a expressionless face.

"Oh, I'm not blind, nor deaf." The clear and clear voice sounded particularly nice.

The cold winter is cold, the man is tall and thin in white, and the wooden mask covers the part above his nose, revealing his perfectly curved jaw.

My eyes raised slightly, and I quietly looked at the protruding cliff above. A trace of red blood overflowed from the corners of my lips, but it seemed that I could not feel anything.

The young man in black was sank, "The day before yesterday, the village girl fell off the cliff and hit her master, which saved her life, otherwise she would have been crushed to pieces! The master shouldn't have given her the last medicine!"

"I ate the sweet potatoes in her backpack." The man wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips, and his voice was faint. "Anyway, I can't die. That medicine can only relieve the pain for me for one month, and it will be gone next month. What should I do if I take it? I don't feel any pain."

"Master doesn't think that the village girl looks like a person?" asked the boy in the black clothes.

"No, she is just a person, not a ghost, nor a little rabbit." The man shook his head slightly.

The corners of the boy in the black-clothed mouth twitched, "She looks like Dongming Zhenguo..."

"Afu, Moduo meddled with other people's business." The man interrupted the boy in the black clothes.

"What's the master here to do again?" asked the young man.

The man leaned over and gently rubbed Bai Duanzi's head.

The white dumpling showed its claws and the two stolen sweet potatoes...

"I'm hungry, her sweet potatoes are delicious." The man held the still warm roasted sweet potatoes in his hand.

Boy in ink:...

A quarter of an hour later, the man grabbed a piece of snow, wiped his hands clean, pointed to a large stone covered in snow directly under the cliff, and "taken away."

"Ah?" The boy in ink was stunned.

"I needed extremely cold things to assist in my cultivation before I came here. That was cold jade." The man said.

The boy looked happy and immediately stepped forward, digging out a big stone, wiped it clean, and easily carried it on his shoulder, and asked again, "Why didn't the master say the day before yesterday?"

"The scenery here is beautiful, I didn't want to leave." The man said.

"Now..." the young man frowned.

"Return to the capital of the Eastern Ming Emperor." The man replied.

"Why advance?" the boy was puzzled.

"I heard that the kind-hearted Emperor Ming wanted to give me a marriage. Go back and see which lady is so unlucky." Before the man finished speaking, there was no one at the foot of the mountain.

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