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"Disaster for the Nation Return Journey" Author: Fourteen Que
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★The series of "Disaster for the Nation" continues to expand, let's see the revival of Weifang's land, and continue to perform the ancient drama of power and conspiracy. Big people and small characters share their fortunes, and they don't follow the stereotypes; political games and love-hate entanglements go hand in hand, and both lines go hand in hand. It has successfully created a group of distinctive romantic characters and built a legendary world worthy of in-depth study and taste, which resonates and moves readers.
brief introduction
As long as the land is square, Yan Bicheng should divide the world into four parts.
The dark organization "Ruyimen" has abducted children for many years, trained them as killer agents, and sent them to the families of various countries for use in order to collect a lot of secrets, and gradually extended their evil hands to the court.
Feng Xiaoya, the favored servant of the King of Yan, suffers from bone melting disease. She is unparalleled in her "sickness and beauty". For some reason, she abandons the eleventh wife, Qiu Jiang, and puts her under house arrest in the mountains. Qiu Jiang, who has forgotten his past, fled alone on a stormy night. After several twists and turns, on the way back, he met Yi Fei, the third prince of Cheng who was in trouble in a foreign land.
One wanted to regain memory, the other wanted to regain the throne. The two people who were incompatible with each other walked towards Cheng side by side in a **** storm... but found that the Ruyi Gate, which had been entrenched in Chengjing for a hundred years like a poisonous snake, seemed to have undergone an unknown shock...
The situation of the Four Kingdoms is back, and there is only one goal - to eradicate the evil organization Ruyimen!
However, as Qiu Jiang's memory slowly recovered, a peerless secret finally surfaced...
Mrs. Ruyi, who is it? There is another mystery behind Ji Ying's death?
What is the return and where is the return of this return trip after a narrow escape?
Volume 1 This Life·Snake's Sleep
The water goes to the clouds and returns, chasing the moon for thousands of miles
Dancing on the front and drinking blood, defeating the bandits and becoming king
And I finally walked to the end step by step
only to find
Being insisted on sharply this trip home
— Returning to no one
wedge abandoned woman
Pitiful.
Qiu Jiang sat in front of the window, looking at the snow outside, but in her ears, she could hear the chatter from the servants' room thirty feet away. They are all saying - she is so poor.
"Madam has begged so many times, but the young master refuses to come. I really don't remember any of my past love..." The delicate female voice belonged to the maid named Axiu.
"Those who were sent up the mountain fell out of favor." The tired old voice belonged to the housekeeper named Grandma Yue, "You are so young, and you have to stay here for the rest of your life without any children, what a pity... "
"If I had known today, why bother. I heard that she offended the eldest lady, so she was taken to the mountain to cultivate her nature quietly. Once she was raised, it took more than half a year... It seems that there is no hope of going back." Axiu sighed, and could not help complaining, "We Do you have to stay on the mountain for the rest of your life? It’s so cold here, washing clothes and vegetables can freeze people to death.”
"Why don't you go and beg the steward again, and beg her to pass it in front of the young master. As long as the young master can come and see his wife, maybe everything will turn around..."
Qiu Jiang listened quietly.
She doesn't actually remember anything.
At the beginning of the year, I had a serious illness. When I woke up, I had a splitting headache and couldn't think of anything.
She didn't know who she was, what she had done, and her body didn't work at all.
Like a newborn baby, you need to re-cognition of the world in front of you.
Fortunately, I can understand what others are saying. Moreover, the hearing is particularly sensitive, and sounds from far away can be heard.
Therefore, these days, she has been sitting quietly and listening.
The place where she lives is called Taohe Villa, which is built on the top of a mountain called Yunmeng Mountain. It is covered with snow all the year round, and it is very cold in the deep winter.
She heard Axiu complain that this month's charcoal was used up so quickly that it was all burned out, so the room was as cold as an ice cave.
Now that the sun came out, it was a little better, so Grandma Yue carried her to the window to bask in the sun.
Outside the window was a barren yard with no view at all. But the sky is blue, cloudless, and as clean as a mirror.
It is said that her name is Qiu Jiang, and she was the eleventh concubine of a man named Feng Xiaoya. She fell out of favor because she contradicted the eldest lady, and was sent up the mountain to contemplate behind closed doors.
Apart from her, there are several other concubines in Taohe Villa who also fell out of favor, but they live alone in each other, far away from each other, and never communicate with each other.
In the past few months, except for Grandma Yue and Axiu, she has never seen a third person.
She wanted to see Feng Xiaoya, but Grandma Yue sent her messages several times, but she didn't respond. Every time Grandma Yue gives her a different reason, the young master may not calm down, so you wait; the young master is too busy and has no time recently, so please wait; the young master is also sick, so it is difficult to travel, please wait...
But Qiu Jiang had already learned from Granny Yue and Axiu's private whispers: Feng Xiaoya refused to see her.
Pitiful.
Both Axiu and Grandma Yue said that about her.
Qiu Jiang listened expressionlessly, without saying a word.
Then, she took a deep breath, tried to raise her arms, and slowly and little by little grasped the edge of the window, almost, almost...
Snapped!
Granny Yue and Axiu hurried over when they heard the sound, and when they rushed into the room, they saw Qiu Jiang fall to the ground again.
"What to do, just call us. You are not in good shape yet, don't be brave!" Axiu hugged her with some complaints. She is sixteen or seventeen years old, but she has great strength. He watched her go back to the bed without panting at all.
Grandma Yue lifted her clothes, and as expected, she saw a few more bruises on her body.
While applying the medicine for her, Axiu continued to blame: "It's only been three days, and I fell seven or eight times, and the ointment is almost used up. They won't send things up the mountain until the first day of the new year. There are still ten days left, so I have to save everything." Use it."
Qiu Jiang didn't speak, her facial features were ordinary, and she looked like a lifeless woodcarving when she was silent.
Axiu sighed helplessly, and covered her with a quilt: "Okay, you'd better lie down. It's almost noon, I'll go cook."
After Axiu left, Grandma Yue was about to leave, when she suddenly heard a whimper from the bed, very light and shallow, full of depression.
Grandma Yue turned her head to look at the poor man who was hit, and left with a heavy heart.
Qiu Jiang fell ill that night.
The high fever persisted, the whole body trembled, and rice soup was difficult to drink.
Axiu panicked: "What, what should I do? I have to invite the doctor! But we are not allowed to go down the mountain, so what should I do?"
Granny Yue hesitated for a long time before going to the warm pavilion to catch a pigeon, and let it fly down the mountain with a note.
Axiu was very shocked: "Mother-in-law, the pigeons you raised were originally used for this purpose?"
Grandma Yue sighed: "Young master said, unless it is absolutely necessary, you are not allowed to release pigeons for him, but I see Madam's situation...I'm afraid I won't be able to survive these few days..."
"My lord is really a heartless person." Axiu, who had never met Feng Xiaoya, but heard a lot about his deeds, said so.
The ruthless son finally set foot in Taohe Villa on the second night.
Axiu only raised her head for a glance, then her heart beat wildly: "Too, so...too handsome!"
Feng Xiaoya has always been known as the most beautiful man in the country of Yan, but Axiu never thought that he was even more handsome than she imagined. He was dressed in black and stepped down from the carriage. Since he appeared, everything around him no longer existed.
In the sky and on the earth, all the beams of light and splendor are only shining on him.
Axiu held her breath, not daring to look any further, she lowered her head and stood by the door.
The one who came with the young master was a gray-clothed follower, with a thin body and no smile. He stepped forward to take Qiu Jiang's pulse, and replied after a while: "The shocking wind catches a cold, the cold air enters the body and causes it, it's not a serious illness."
Axiu's eyes widened—isn't it a serious illness to be so sick?
Feng Xiaoya nodded: "Don't give up, you and Granny Yue go to decoct the medicine."
The entourage followed Granny Yue and left.
As a result, only Feng Xiaoya and Qiu Jiang were left in the room.
Axiu thought very well, this illness might be an opportunity for the madam to reconcile with the young master. I hope the young master can forgive his wife, let her go home, and then take her down the mountain, because it is too cold here.
Feng Xiaoya came to the couch, his movements were very slow, and his walking posture was also different from ordinary people, as if he was dragging a heavy load forward, very strenuous.
Qiu Jiang heard the sound, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a pair of eyes that looked extremely deep because of their indifference.
What was colder than the eyes was his words: "You deliberately fell ill so that I could come to see you. Now, the purpose has been achieved."
Qiu Jiang was a little dazed, her head was dizzy and heavy, and his figure also seemed to be distorted and blurred.
"What do you want?" Feng Xiaoya asked her.
Qiu Jiang was at a loss: what do I want?
"I can't take you back."
Why? Why not?
"You stay here, embroider, visit Buddha, make wine...you can do anything, find something for yourself to do."
Embroidery and ginseng Buddha is nothing more than that, but where does the wine making come from?
"Many methods can only be used once. So... next time I pretend to be sick, I won't come."
Qiu Jiang felt unwilling and struggled to sit up.
The two looked at each other.
Qiu Jiang felt the fire in her heart rush out surgingly, but hit the ice layer and stabbed it, and it was completely extinguished.
She has always wanted to see Feng Xiaoya.
She didn't remember anything, but she still wanted to see him persistently.
I always feel that if I see him, I can think of something and change something.
But now I know that everything is just an illusion.
Feng Xiaoya is a ruthless person.
As for her, it was probably because she was hurt too much, so she chose to forget for self-protection.
Qiu Jiang was trembling all over, sweat poured down like rain, soaking her long hair and clothes, her whole body looked weak and pale, and would break if touched.
Seeing her like this, Feng Xiaoya's eyes suddenly changed, and she leaned over, as if she wanted to kiss her.
Qiu Jiang didn't move.
The moment he was about to touch her, he flicked his sleeves and pushed her hard.
Qiu Jiang fell back on the couch uncontrollably, terrified beyond words.
Feng Xiaoya's expression returned to indifference again, even more gloomy than before, and she was a little angry, but she didn't know if it was her or himself.
"Let's do it for ourselves." After saying this, he wanted to leave.
Qiu Jiang couldn't help it, and said sharply: "Why did you treat me like this? What did I do wrong? I don't remember anything! Even if you want to punish me, you have to let me know what happened?!"
Feng Xiaoya turned her head abruptly, water flashed in her eyes, and condensed into frost again: "You really don't remember?"
"Yes!" Qiu Jiang bit her lip and said unyieldingly, "How did I offend the eldest lady? Why should I be locked up in such a place for the rest of my life?!"
Feng Xiaoya stared at her steadfastly, but did not speak. In the end, the attendant in gray came back with the boiled medicine and broke the deadlock.
"Young master?" The gray-clothed attendant didn't know why, so he turned around and handed the medicine to Granny Yue, motioning her to feed it.
Grandma Yue held the medicine in front of Qiu Jiang, but Qiu Jiang rolled and fell off the couch.
Grandma Yue was startled and wanted to help her, but Qiu Jiang stared at Feng Xiaoya firmly, and crawled towards him little by little with her hands: "What? Is the mistake I made so hard to say? Why don't you dare to answer?" ? Just keep me here like this, I don’t accept it!”
Grandma Yue and Axiu who heard the sound entered the room were terrified. They never expected that a concubine would dare to talk to the master like that.
Feng Xiaoya closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, everything died away, neither happy nor sad.
"You, on New Year's Eve last year, provoked Xiaohui, claiming that my father had an affair with her. My father died of hematemesis on the spot." Xiaohui was his wife's name.
Qiu Jiang finally got the answer.
But I found that it is better not to know.
Since that day, Granny Yue and Axiu's attitude towards her has completely changed.
They used to talk about her behind her back, saying she was pitiful. Now, everyone says she is hateful.
That's right, a mere concubine who made her father-in-law mad at him could be executed according to the law. Feng Xiaoya didn't kill her, but put her under house arrest in another garden, which was considered kind.
What's more, her father-in-law is not an ordinary person.
Grandma Yue wiped her tears and said, "The prime minister has passed away... If the news spreads, everyone will be so sad."
"Because it's a family ugliness, so why don't you hide it? Mrs. Eleven has an honest face, but I didn't expect to be a poisonous woman! How dare you slander the Prime Minister! The Prime Minister has been honest all his life, serving the country and the people, how could he cheat on the eldest lady?" Hui? I'm so **** off, I don't want to serve this kind of person!"
Axiu did what she said, and since then, she has never entered the house again.
Granny Yue is a little better, but she is not as considerate as before.
Qiu Jiang was in the cold water and cold rice, slowly simmering hungry and full.
She was disfigured and weak.
Axiu thought, she was probably going to die soon. For such a person, living is just suffering, it is better to die.
Time flies, and a year has passed quickly.
Qiu Jiang was always lingering on his last breath, living half-dead.
Axiu thought, this person can really endure.
In March of the next year, when the winter snow began to melt, Grandma Yue told Axiu to avoid her when she told her that there were guests coming.
Axiu was very shocked. There are still customers in this kind of place? I was extremely curious in my heart, but I could only stay in the room and wait obediently. Looking through the gap in the window, there were two people, a man and a woman.
Those two went straight to Qiu Jiang's yard, apparently to see her. But he didn't go inside, nor did he talk to her, he just glanced at her and left again.
Afterwards, Axiu asked Granny Yue who those two people were, and Granny Yue shook her head: "Young master didn't say anything, he just said that they are distinguished guests, so don't neglect them."
Axiu thought, maybe she is a relative of Mrs. Eleven, but she has been found here, why not just take her away?
It seems that the son really intends to shut up his wife for the rest of his life as punishment.
Thinking that she would spend her whole life in this terribly cold villa, Axiu was very desperate.
Then another year passed without a hitch. The snow in Yunmeng Mountain melted and melted, and the weeds grew and then withered, and the weeds grew and grew again.
Fast forward to the third year.
Axiu counted the days, and it was already the seventh month of Huazhen's sixth year.
Qiu Jiang is still in that picture of wandering in the sky.
July in Yunmeng Mountain is still warm, but Axiu has stockpiled a lot of firewood and charcoal to prepare for the coming cold winter.
One day, Qiu Jiang sat by the window, staring at a stone in the yard with a strange expression.
When Axiu walked by outside the courtyard, she was found crying.
Two lines of tears fell silently from her face. Although her facial features were still dull, there was a bit of human fireworks in her pupils.
Axiu snorted in her heart, the Hungry Ghost Festival will soon be, and it's time for the master's house to worship the Prime Minister, this woman still has the face to cry!
Qiu Jiang cried for a long time.
There was no moon that night, there was a lot of thunder, and it rained all night.
While yawning, Axiu walked to Qiu Jiang's room with the hard steamed buns from the previous night, put the steamed buns on the ground, and kicked the door: "It's time to eat."
She turned away.
It was noon again, and she walked to the corridor with the rice paste she had messed with casually, and found that the steamed buns were still on the ground and had not moved.
Axiu said angrily: "Hey, you still lose your temper and don't eat it? Then don't eat it forever!" Immediately, she took away the steamed buns and rice noodles.
On the second day, Grandma Yue asked, "Why don't you go to deliver food to Madam?"
"She won't eat."
"It's her business if she doesn't eat. Should we give it away or have to give it away."
"I don't want to get used to that kind of woman!" Axiu was still indignant.
Grandma Yue sighed: "I don't like her either. But, after all, she is the Eleventh Lady who is married to the son of Mingmei. If one day I think of her and find that we are harsh on her, we will be the ones to deal with..."
Axiu was persuaded, and the two came to the small courtyard together with food in their hands, only to find that the doors and windows were closed and everything was in a state of depression.
Grandma Yue knocked on the door, but no one answered, so she pushed the door open.
The door was empty, no one was there.
Grandma Yue was shocked and searched everywhere, but she couldn't find Qiu Jiang.
Qiu Jiang was gone.
She escaped.
Nothing was taken. There is no shortage of gold and silver, clothes and food.
Axiu couldn't help but think: Why didn't she take some valuables with her? Where can a woman, penniless and sickly, escape to?
Then I thought again: How can I still have the face to run away? A restless **** indeed!
A few days later, the main house came to inform that she and Granny Yue could finally go down the mountain.
Axiu was arranged to enter the main house, and only learned from the servants in the main house that the young master fell ill. The day after Qiu Jiang was sent up the mountain, the young master fell ill. On the day Qiu Jiang fell ill, he had to hold on to the mountain with his sick body. After returning, his condition worsened and he has not been able to stay.
That is to say, the three years Qiu Jiang went to the mountain, the young master was ill for three years.
But this time, when the news of Qiu Jiang's disappearance arrived, the young master vomited blood on the spot.
No way? Axiu thought: Master really likes that ugly woman?
"Of course!" said the maidservant in the main house, "Since the young master married Mrs. Eleven, he has been with me all the time, inseparable. She is the only one in his eyes, and there are no other wives. If such a big incident didn't happen, the young master would not Maybe sending her away, and sending her up the mountain is also to protect her!"
Ah Xiu was speechless. She served Mrs. Eleven for three years, but she didn't feel that there was anything good about her.
Recalling it, it was Qiu Jiang walking hard step by step with a cane.
When Qiu Jiang was sent up the mountain, he was basically a disabled person, unable to move his hands and feet.
Later, I don’t know when, slowly, I will be able to dress, comb my hair and eat by myself, and later, I will be able to walk...
Axiu suddenly felt palpitations.
Ask yourself, if you are so sick, can you still escape, and dare to escape, the answers are quite contrasting.
What a bad woman...
It hurt the son's heart, killed the old man, and finally escaped.
The real ruthless person is her.
