The fourth year of Jiahe is winter.
Prime Minister's Office.
backyard.
"Snapped--"
A whip fell heavily, hitting the woman's slender and soft waist.
The pain made Xu Zhiyun couldn't help but scream. Finally, with all his strength, he shouted in a crying voice: "Is there anyone there? Help! Help!"
"Second Miss, you'd better save your energy. This backyard is the most desolate place in the Prime Minister's Mansion. How could there be anyone there?" The whip-swinger sneered again and again. He suddenly leaned over and reached out to clamp Xu Zhiyun's chin, "It's raw." It's very beautiful, but it's a pity that he is a sick and useless person, and I don't know..."
He let go and stood up, holding the long whip high in his hand, half smiling: "I wonder if a few whips on this face will make you look as ugly as a pig, Second Lady?"
"No, no!" Xu Zhiyun was frightened, but in the next moment his emotions of incomprehension and unwillingness bubbled up, "What did I do wrong? Why do you all bully me?"
After asking, crystal-hot tears flowed down his cheeks, melting a small part of the snow underneath him.
The whip-swinger seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "You guess."
"I do not know I do not know."
The cold wind hit, and Xu Zhiyun shivered.
The frail look made the whip wielder laugh even louder: "Hahahahahaha, Second Miss, your bones are really untouched. I'll probably send you to heaven with just one whip."
Before Xu Zhiyun could speak, the whip was swung down.
"This whip is a good thing, but it's a pity that its owner is not good enough!"
Unexpectedly, "Xu Zhiyun" suddenly reached out and firmly grasped the whip.
The whip wielder cracked the whip with all his strength, but to no avail.
"You want it so much? Then I'll give it to you."
"Xu Zhiyun" let go, and the person who was wielding the whip was forced to retreat continuously. He lost his footing and fell into the mud.
"You deserve it! Who gave you such evil thoughts that you dared to whip your aunt and me with a whip!"
Standing up, "Xu Zhiyun" crossed his arms in front of him and looked around.
The first thing that comes into view is the wild flowers and grass growing wildly, then the rockery that is half shorter than the dead trees, then the pond covered with a thick layer of snow, and finally the house behind it.
There is no better way to describe this house than in one word -
old.
I saw that the eaves were covered with spider webs, the windows seemed to be in disrepair, and they made a "creak" sound from time to time. The lightly closed wooden door had been exposed to the weather and had lost its original appearance.
"Xu Zhiyun": It's so desolate here!
The clinker's inner feelings were almost not over yet, as a sharp pain came from the depths of his brain.
After a while, the pain gradually disappeared, and a large number of memories flooded into his mind. Xu Zhiyun nodded slightly.
.
Yes, she is not from this world, but Xu Zhiyun, the sacred mountain deer fairy in the fairy world.
In order not to marry Xiulang Xianjun, whom she had never met before, she lied that she was seriously ill and could not get out of bed, but in fact she secretly descended into the mortal world and transformed her soul into the most unpopular second lady of the Prime Minister's Palace.
The original owner has the same name as Xu Zhiyun, and she is the second young lady of the Prime Minister's Palace.
His father was the prime minister of the dynasty, and his mother was the daughter of a businessman. She was gentle and virtuous and liked to grow flowers and grass.
However, God was blind and allowed Xu's mother Wang to die in childbirth. Xu's father discovered that Xu Zhiyun had been frail and sick since she was a child and had a very poor ability to learn new things. She also couldn't understand the subtext. He believed that this was a characteristic of a sickly waste and stopped doting on her.
Over time, the news spread in the house that Xu Zhiyun was the most unpopular second lady, the good-for-nothing Bingyangzi.
First, the eldest young lady and the third young lady seemed to be competing, scrambling to find trouble, and then the vicious aunt used her as a tool to test drugs and poisons for free.
If Xu's father was just a little bit upright, Xu Zhiyun's life would be easier. It's a pity that there is no if in the world.
That scumbag father always made Xu Zhiyun take the blame. Even if he was angry, he couldn't express it in public, because once he did, he would be punished by inhumane family rules.
Upon seeing this, some maids and slaves in the house joined in bullying Xu Zhiyun. There are even some brave ones who directly become robbers, break into the boudoir and steal the few jewelry and treasures.
Even the family heirloom given to her by her mother, Wang, before her death was snatched away by the third lady's personal maid, and it was probably given to the third lady as a token of loyalty.
Later, Xu Zhiyun met a man named Murong Qiao. Murong Qiao lied that he fell in love with her at first sight, and made a promise to be together for the rest of their lives, swearing that he would never let the original owner be wronged again.
But who would have thought that Murong Qiao was actually a scumbag who liked to seduce pretty girls just because he was handsome.
No, when I went out for an outing, I unexpectedly discovered my true identity - hugging Xu Zhiyun's good eldest sister.
Fortunately, there was a loyal maid, Lv Shui, by her side, otherwise Xu Zhiyun, who had no one to rely on, would definitely choose to end this embarrassing life.
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The winter wind blew open several plum blossom branches in the corner, and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms filled the air. Xu Zhiyun's nose twitched slightly and he came back to his senses.
My good sisters with the same name, you can rest assured. From now on, the control of this body will be handed over to me. I will never let "Xu Zhiyun" be bullied again!
Seeing that the whip-swinger was about to get up from the ground, Xu Zhiyun raised his hand in the air, and a small stone appeared out of thin air, hitting the former's knee impartially.
The former was in pain and fell to the ground again.
Xu Zhiyun stepped forward quickly, leaned over, and clamped the whiplasher's chin with one hand.
Their eyes intertwined.
.
Needless to say, Xu Zhiyun was lucky.
The memory of the original owner is not only cold words, but also colorful pictures.
The combination of pictures and text makes it much easier for Xu Zhiyun to identify people.
No, just looking at the face of Whiplasher, one can tell that she is Lu Shui, the original owner's personal maid.
But in the original owner’s memory, wasn’t Lushui a loyal, considerate and good girl? Why did you hit "me" today?
None of this is known, you can only ask yourself.
"Lv Shui, I think I treat you well, but why do you treat me like this?" He frowned and turned his eyes slightly, like dangerous but charming poppies blooming.
"Because, because..."
"Why?" Xu Zhiyun was anxious to know the answer and urged with a straight face.
"because……"
There was something extra between his fingers, and he threw it out: "Because you deserve to die."
Xu Zhiyun didn't dare to neglect, and released his grip on Lv Shui's chin, took a few steps back, and covered his mouth and nose with his wide sleeves.
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After the smoke cleared, Lv Shui stood on the top of the fake stone with his hands behind his back and said with interest: "Interesting."
"It turns out that the second lady has been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger."
"A prize, a prize, a prize." Xu Zhiyun's beautiful eyebrows arched, "I learned this trick from Sister Lv Shui by pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger."
"Stop talking about these things, today is the day you die."
"Are you sure? You saw it just now, you can't beat it..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt dizzy, his feet weakened, and he knelt down on one knee.
If he hadn't supported the ground with one hand, he might have fallen face down.
After shaking my head for a while, the scene in front of me became a little clearer.
When he opened his mouth, blood spurted out, and the whole mouth was filled with the smell of blood.
Xu Zhiyun stood up unsteadily, his voice weak and trembling from the blood he had just vomited: "What... did you... do to me?"
