Time Travel: My whole family is a villain

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Mianmian took her time to dig out her pockets.

Princess Huiyun watched her take it out patiently.

I'm a little curious about what she paid for.

Wait until she digs and digs and pulls out an ant.

Place near roasted dates.

Princess Huiyun's brows twitched.

When she was a girl, she had a little green flower snake.

It also set off a craze for raising snakes in Beijing.

Later, a lady was bitten to death by her own snake.

Then gradually no one took care of them.

Her little flower snake was released by her.

It seems that they were released together with Jing Jue. Well, when they were released, it was no longer a small flower snake, but a very thick big flower snake, weighing more than ten kilograms.

It’s amazing looking back.

I would raise such a strange thing back then.

Now I saw that the little girl took out an unusually large ant, which looked like an iron bull.

Princess Huiyun strangely received that this was a channel for pets, not food.

"What's it called?"

"Jiang Xiaoshu, let's start with Xiaoshu about my dream."

Princess: ...She is indeed her own granddaughter, and she has named the ants.

She originally named the little flower snake Chu Miaomiao.

Exactly like her.

Princess Huiyun suddenly found herself thinking of many things in the past.

"In that dream, there was no Jiang Xiaoshu. There was a young man who had nothing to do all day, wandering the streets, soliciting customers for the sisters in the brothel, hanging out with other swingers, filling his stomach, and occasionally bringing something home."

The snow stopped outside the window and the wind stopped.

The red dates gradually acquire aroma.

"The prodigal offended a young man. The young man didn't like him and asked his servants to beat him, breaking his forehead. He ran home and died two days later."

The roasted dates were smoking.

Mianmian turned over.

"The boy was the eldest son in the family. He died before he was a minor. His father turned gray overnight and became ill."

"A man who grew old overnight discovered that the person who beat his son to death was his eldest brother's son, and he had been kicked out of the house. He wanted revenge, but he couldn't even get in."

"The sister of the dead boy sold herself as the maid of the young master in Fucheng in order to help her father recover quickly and to have money for medical treatment. The girl's parents went to look for her, but she disappeared. No one was found alive, and no body was found dead."

"Later, the boy's younger sister was lying at home and was bitten to death by a venomous snake that came from nowhere. His mother suspected that it was the family that killed him and went to seek revenge, and her mother was also beaten to death."

The dates were completely burnt.

There was black smoke.

“The man buried first his eldest son, then his younger daughter, then his wife.

But that family left early, and when they arrived in the capital, they were promoted step by step, enjoying endless wealth and wealth.

The man was in extremely poor health, terminally ill, and every moment of his life was suffering.

However, he didn't dare to die. He wanted to find his second daughter. His second daughter was lost and she didn't know where she was.

He searched all the way and finally found the capital.

But he learned that his second daughter had become a concubine of a wealthy family.

The wealthy family wanted to marry the sister of the man who beat his eldest son to death.

His second daughter hanged herself.

His eldest son died, his second daughter died, his youngest daughter died, and his wife died.

He was alone.

He probably died later.

He didn't know until his death that his mother was not his mother and his brother was not his brother.

He finally wanted to be buried with his wife and children, but he couldn't find anyone to bury him.

His wife and children were waiting for him underground, waiting for him all their lives, from corpses to bones, to mud.

Waiting for a new life. "

The dates caught fire and burned.

Princess Huiyun had cried so hard that she lost her voice.

She was shaking.

She couldn't imagine how such a vicious story could exist in the world.

She thought it was the saddest thing in the world that she couldn't be with the person she loved.

But this story is a hundred times more vicious than not being able to love each other.

It hurts more than Ling Chi.

She couldn't imagine how much pain her son was feeling.

"Mother-in-law, if dad did something wrong, please forgive him. He didn't mean it. For you, this is a story, a dream. For dad, this may be his experience, and for each of us As humans, this is our fate. We don’t seek glory and wealth, we just want to change this terrible fate and survive.”

"You asked me where I saw such bones. Under the ground, I saw corpses, corpses without skin, corpses without meat, corpses without internal organs, and corpses with only bones. Every time I look at him, he smiles at me because he is my brother."

The fire of the red dates was extinguished and burned out, leaving only ashes.

Princess Huiyun trembled all over and held the child tightly in her arms.

"Stop talking, stop talking, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Princess Huiyun hugged the child hard, her body still shaking.

Jiang Mianmian was also shaking.

She might be telling a story.

Or maybe that was the reality and now is the story.

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"It's a dream, it's just a dream, kid, it's just a dream, don't be afraid, mother is here, she is."

It was warm in the house.

But at this moment, Princess Huiyun only felt as if she was in an abyss, surrounded by ice, snow and endless darkness.

Only the faint warm and soft breath came from the person in his arms.

As she held the child, it was like time had paused.

Until I saw that the big ant moved outside the stove because it was too hot, farther away from the stove.

Watching the ant slowly move away, then stop, and continue to be motionless, like a sculpture.

Princess Huiyun didn't dare to look at the child in her arms, for fear that what she was holding was fake.

Afraid that everything is just a dream again.

She hugged him for a long time, and didn't dare to lower her head until she heard even breathing.

Fell asleep.

The little guy actually fell asleep.

Mianmian was gathered up early in the morning and went out.

I already have the habit of taking a nap.

Accompany daddy to recognize relatives, play with princess grandma, and tell princess grandma stories.

Even tough kids need a lunch break.

Grandma Princess's embrace is still very warm.

She struggled a few times, but found that the struggle was ineffective, so she simply lay down enjoying herself.

Slowly fell asleep next to the princess' grandmother's arms.

nap for a while.

The little tree is here, so it should be fine.

Jiang Mianmian slept peacefully.

Princess Huiyun hugged her, but she didn't expect that she actually fell asleep.

Fell asleep in his arms.

The body is soft, the breathing is even, and the face looks familiar yet unfamiliar.

She couldn't recall what she was like as a child.

A moment of familiarity, an endless strangeness.

She reluctantly put the child on the couch.

He covered her with a thin satin quilt and watched her turn over and roll up the quilt, sleeping with her face on her side. There was some flesh on her face that was slightly squashed.

Incredibly cute.

She is asleep.

Like the best treasure in the world.

Princess Huiyun sat next to her.

He opened a cabinet from under the coffee table and pulled out a notebook.

The servant prepared the pen and ink in a mysterious manner.

She opened the book.

Page after page, she recorded her daily life.

"I met a strange mother and daughter today..."

"When I was floating in the water today, my mind remembered something, as if I saw him..."

Princess Huiyun has the habit of keeping a diary.

Because she sometimes gets sick, she will have fragments, completely forget a certain memory, and even cannot remember what she has experienced.

So she keeps a diary.

Write down the important things that make sense to her.

But she never looked through it, she just recorded it and didn't dare to read or open it.

Some memories were so tragic that she didn't want to remember them by herself, so she transferred her memories to pen and ink.

She wrote down what happened today.

She recorded it stroke by stroke. While writing, she shed a lot of tears. The paper was full of absurd words, and she even couldn't breathe, but she still wrote it down stroke by stroke.

Writing, writing, she suddenly slowly recalled the past.

Every past, every year, every month, every day.

One by one, one by one, it seems that they are slowly coming back to life in the memory.

Even remembering when I gave birth to my child.

Near death scene.

She saw a child with a blue face, and suddenly she remembered, no, the child with a blue face was not the child she gave birth to. The child she gave birth to had a mole on her chest, but the child with a blue face did not.

She cried, she just forgot.

She thought of the Prince Consort, of Jing Jue, of the Emperor's Brother, of Mrs. Jiang, and of how she lived every day in the past. All the fragmented days were strung together, like a big confused dream.

She stopped crying.

She asked her servants to wash her, maybe because she always lost some memories and subconsciously felt that she was still young, so God really gave her a relatively young face.

She put on half a golden mask, which was given to her by her royal brother when she was injured. She put on her make-up again, put on her dress, and put it on one by one.

In the heavy snow, a woman wears heavy makeup.

A monk knocks on wooden fish.

Occasionally, I looked up out of the window and suddenly saw a enchanting, fairy-like woman walking on the snow.

The monk quickly knocked on the wooden fish, and the six roots were unclean. How could there be a goddess in the ancient temple...

Sure enough, look up again.

An ancient temple is still an ancient temple.

Snow is still snow.

A hallucination.

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Mianmian felt her body swaying, half-opened one eye, and took a glance. The princess and her grandmother were in front of her, and the little tree was at hand. She continued to sleep with her eyes closed.

This is sending yourself home.

It’s best to sleep on a bus, and the same goes for carriages, which are rocking and sleepy.

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