Yang Mo heard whispers in her ears from time to time. She tried hard to open her eyes, but she could only see some blurry figures, and soon she couldn't help but fell into a state of half-dream and half-awake.
Ever since she dreamed of Yang Molan again, scenes from the past kept appearing in her mind. Those past events did not belong to Yang Mo, but to Yang Molan. Yang Molan grew up in Chang's family and was waiting wholeheartedly to marry Chang Yining, but instead
Unexpectedly, Chang Yining was granted a marriage by the emperor, and Yang Molan could only commit herself to being a concubine under the persuasion of Mrs. Chang. Yang Molan, who became a concubine, died in childbirth. Such a short life...
Everything is so real, as if it has already happened.
Whenever she thought of the destruction of the Yang family, Yang Mo felt sad in her heart. Her father, mother and grandmother could not stop their tears from flowing out.
Pain, unwillingness, longing for her family, all the emotions were stuffed into Yang Mo's body, like thousands of ants biting her together, leaving her breathless.
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Mo gradually regained consciousness. She slowly opened her eyes, and the sunlight rushed in directly, making her cry. The furnishings in the room came into view. There was a kumquat bonsai on the painting table by the window.
It was raised by Mrs. Yang herself and was given to Mrs. Chang at the beginning of the year.
Except for the bonsai, everything in the house felt familiar to Yang Mo. She had seen and used it before, but it seemed that a veil had been covered in her heart after hundreds of years, and now it was blown away by the wind.
Everything hidden underneath gradually became clear.
Yang Mo looked to her side, and there was a maid in cyan armor sitting next to the bed, lowering her head to pick out thread.
"Qiu...Tong..." Yang Mo shouted subconsciously.
Qiu Tong raised her head in surprise when she heard the voice. The ball of thread in her hand suddenly fell to the ground. After a while, she recovered and grabbed Yang Mo's hand, "Miss... Miss... you finally woke up."
Hearing the sound in the house, the maid outside the door also ran into the house.
"Chunhe..." Yang Mo moved her lips.
Chunhe's eyes turned red in surprise, and he threw himself in front of Yang Mo's bed in a few steps.
It was like relatives who had been separated for a long time finally reunited. Chunhe and Qiutong had been so strange and yet so kind for so many years. The long-lost feeling of kindness returned to her heart.
The window was blown open by the wind, and the mourning clothes held on the hanger beside the bed swayed in the wind. Suddenly, a scene appeared in front of her eyes that she would never forget.
Her father, who was wearing a royal blue straight tie, held her little hand. She suddenly broke away from him and ran forward.
Father's clear voice came from behind, "Slow down, slow down."
She looked back and smiled playfully, "I thought that Yan Husuo would come after me again."
Her father stopped and remained motionless. She panted forward along the corridor, occasionally blinking her eyes to look at the tassels of the red lanterns under the corridor. She began to clap her hands, "Beard, Fangfeng, Linghuo, Cimicifuga, Sophora flavescens, White Fresh
..." Just as she counted "Yanhusuo." Her father suddenly turned around from the other end of the corridor and appeared in front of her. She stopped and a smile froze on her face.
She thought she had run far enough that her father would never be able to catch up, but she was caught unawares. She felt aggrieved and burst into tears. Her cries filled the yard, and the wet nurse and maidservants became panicked.
The father was startled, and immediately coaxed her softly, "Be good...Father didn't catch up with Nannan, and Nannan ran away again..."
She waved her hand, "No, no, no..."
"No." Yang Mo murmured. She shouldn't have said that to her father. Looking back now, everything was empty, leaving only her alone, the empty corridor in her memory, and the sound in her ears.
By the way... the wind blew open the lamp spikes.
She is obviously a modern person, but why does she have ancient memories? Now she can no longer tell which one belongs to Yang Molan and which one belongs to her.
But there was no longer that empty feeling in her chest. Joy and sadness filled her up all at once. Maybe this was her life, the life she finally found.
The life left behind hundreds of years ago, the Yang family that was confiscated for no apparent reason, and the lonely and helpless Yang Molan.
Starting over, if the Chang family still wants to manipulate her as an orphan as they did before, she will make him turn upside down.
The days of living under someone else's roof and relying on someone else's breath have come to an end.
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The sunflower lattice of mahogany inlaid with yellow beams is inlaid with white polished glass. The light comes in directly, making the room very warm.
Yang Molan has been sick in bed since she came to the Chang family. It wasn't until she woke up in a daze that she realized that it had been three years since the Yang family's accident.
The maid carefully moved the charcoal basin out, and Yang Mo sipped the weak tea. During these days, she was adapting to the ancient life, while trying to think about the whole thing clearly. In her previous life, she obeyed the elders of the Chang family and committed herself to Chang Yining.
After becoming a concubine, she was just a fish on the chopping block of the Chang family. Why did the Chang family put up such a show to harm her? With Mrs. Chang's method of running the family, it was impossible for her to be completely unaware.
Yang Mo put the tea cup on the table and heard a rush of footsteps.
Chunhe entered the room in a panic, not caring to send the little maid away, and said anxiously: "Miss, it's not good, Qiutong... Qiutong..."
Yang Mo sat up straight.
Chunhe took a breath and continued: "Qiu Tong has a rash on his body. Someone from the mansion took a look at it and said he wanted to move Qiu Tong out for fear of inflicting illness on others."
Yang Mo couldn't help but be surprised. Perhaps it was because she had not fully integrated with her previous life, and her past memories were incomplete. Now that Jing Chunhe reminded her, Qiutong's affairs came back to her mind.
After Qiu Tong entered the Chang family, she developed a rash on her body. Fearing that it was acne, the Chang family moved Qiu Tong out. Chun He also went to the Chang family's village, and it took about a year before he returned to Yang Molan.
Chunhe was fine, but the most pitiful thing was Qiu Tong. After leaving the Chang family, Qiu Tong was quickly married to Rehe by her brother and sister-in-law. Not long after, Yang Molan received a funeral report saying that Qiu Tong had died of illness. Qiu Tong was only ten years old that year.
Five years old. After Chunhe and Qiu Tong left like this, Yang Molan was surrounded by servants arranged by Mrs. Chang. In this way, Yang Molan's every move could not escape the eyes of the Chang family.
Before the steward of the Chang family came to arrange for Qiu Tong to go out, Yang Mo got up and got off the kang, "Where is Qiu Tong? I'll go over and have a look."
Chunhe opened his eyes wide, "You can't do this, Miss, if you get sick..."
When she suffered from acne, she had to be cared for by two girls. Now she can't be afraid of the so-called "sickness" and just let the Chang family kick Qiu Tong out. In her previous life, it was just that she was young and didn't know the seriousness of it. Now she knows it clearly.
Qiutong's experience cannot be ignored.
Yang Mo looked at Chunhe quietly, "Everyone can only have acne once. I've already had it and I won't be infected."
The dull sight made Chunhe's mood relax.
The master and the servant went straight out of the house to see Qiutong.
Qiu Tong lived in the deer-top house behind the courtyard. There were servants standing outside the door. When they saw Yang Molan, they all hurriedly knelt down to salute. Yang Mo opened the curtain and stepped in. Suddenly there was a surprised gasp from behind.
************************The author has something to say: The leader has revised the article. I’m sorry to all my classmates. Please feel free to beat up the leader. The article has been revised to make the plot more compact and better-looking.
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