The Cold Palace is a very quiet place, at least there are not too many people hanging around in front of you. In other words, no one cares about you.
Occasionally clean the house, or go to the overgrown yard to pull out the grass, and have a quiet day.
Mo Yan lives in the Cold Palace with the title of Demonic Concubine. Everywhere in the Cold Palace is extremely shabby. The roof is in disrepair and even leaks when it rains, making it look like the Jinshan Temple is flooded with water.
"Alas," Mo Yan sighed and looked at the weather outside the window. Why was it raining so much in the middle of the night? The bed was even wet by the rain.
Mo Yan was helpless and couldn't lie down on the bed, so he had to hide in a place where there was no rain and listen to the raindrops falling drop by drop.
This is the worst treatment Mo Yan has ever received since he came to Mu Country. Although he lived a poor life before meeting Mu Feng, he would not have to live in such a shabby place.
When you look up, you can see the holes in the roof that have been wet by the rain. Then you can look at the puddles of water on the ground. There is no washbasin or anything like that to put it in. The water just follows the uneven ground and goes where it is.
flow
"Ah," Mo Yan sniffed and squatted holding his head. He felt a sad feeling in his heart, and tears could not help but flow out from the corners of his eyes.
He wiped his nose on his knees several times and wiped his eyes with his sleeves. His eyes were slightly red and he looked at the floor. Mo Yan would only have such an expression when he was alone.
Thinking of the nearly eighteen years since she traveled back in time, she had been a proton during these eighteen years. Except for sometimes following her master and helping her and her senior brother to do some things, Mo Yan never thought of any moment when she was living for him.
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These are almost eighteen years. Mo Yan always thinks that these are the eighteen years that she has recovered. However, she has done almost enough for these people. She also has to have her own life. How can her dignified and modern soul be influenced by the ancients?
Where's the nose?
But apart from her so-called intelligence, what else can she do? In ancient times when she was the only modern soul, what shocking things could she do?
Mo Yan thought for a while, what is shocking is just being treated as an alien, she just needs to be ordinary, but before going into seclusion, she will definitely pay back everything she has suffered over the years, otherwise this is really not in line with her character.
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Yes, that's it, facing the thunderstorm alone, hearing thunder from time to time, and the flash of light, Mo Yan huddled in a ball, she didn't like thunderstorm nights at all
The night was very quiet. Apart from the thunder and the sound of raindrops, there was nothing else. No one noticed the trembling body huddled in a corner of the cold palace.
One night later, Mo Yan had a fever and his body was very hot, but no one paid attention to him even so.
Lying alone on the bed, Mo Yan gritted her teeth. Her inner strength was temporarily blocked. At this moment, she had no intention of untying it. There was no one around her, and it would only take a cup of tea to untie it.
Mo Yan didn't want to release his inner strength. He had a fever and felt uncomfortable, so he lay on the bed alone. He threw the wet quilt aside and lay on the bed with slightly red eyes.
The palace maid who was assigned to monitor her didn't know where she was. Biting her lip, Mo Yan finally got up with difficulty and walked to the dilapidated table in the room, only to find that there was no water in the teapot.
With pale and chapped red lips and slightly trembling hands, Mo Yan didn't know how to express her feelings at this moment. Was she wronged? She asked for it; was she unwilling to accept it? She would make them even more unwilling to accept it.
"Here," a glass of water was handed to Mo Yan.
Mo Yan looked at the cup, then at the person. Isn't this Mu Feng? He turned his head away from Mu Feng and said coldly, "No need."
"You're sick," Mu Feng couldn't help but feel sad when he saw Mo Yan like this. He had just arrived and saw Mo Yan lying alone on the bed, which made him feel very distressed. Seeing that there was no water, he went to find water.
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Mu Feng was knocked unconscious by Mo Yan's needle that day. He is still a little angry in his heart. One is that he regrets his rude behavior, and the other is that he is angry at Mo Yan's actions. Is he just a person who is not worthy of being entrusted with his life?
of people?
"Sick?" Mo Yan smiled and looked at Mu Feng with a bleak smile, "I was forced to do this by you too."
‘Pfft’, perhaps because he thought of something sad or the poison in his body was acting up, Mo Yan spit out a mouthful of blood and collapsed.
Mu Feng hurriedly hugged Mo Yan. This was the second time he saw Mo Yan vomiting blood. Although he didn't understand medical skills, he could still feel Mo Yan's chaotic pulse.
"I'll take you to see the imperial doctor," Mu Feng picked up Mo Yan and left in a hurry
Seeing Mu Feng move so fast, when Mu Feng walked to the door, Mo Yan hurriedly held him aside and said feebly, "You don't need to pretend to be kind, I, Mo Yan, won't go even if I die."
"You..." Mu Feng stopped, looked at Mo Yan's thin body, and gently put Mo Yan down, but the next moment he gave Mo Yan a chop on the neck, and Mo Yan fell asleep.
Mu Feng didn't have time to regret that he was a step too late. He hurriedly carried Mo Yan to his palace. He couldn't let these people know, let alone let these people continue to hurt his words.