Clear and Muddy Loss of Love

Jing Jia was four years old, and Begyan Agula was fourteen years old.

At this time, Agoura talked about his manners and raised his hands to the point that he could not see the past steppe.

As for those unusual eyes, she had long thought about her speech.

The masker called her over that day and gave her a dossier and a simple porcelain vase.

"You've performed very well in recent years, better than I expected." Such words from the mask man's mouth have been regarded as the highest praise.

Agura took a step back and looked down and bowed deeply, "Relying on Master for proper teaching."

The masked man nodded: "It's your new identity in the dossier, and in a few days you'll set off to take the child test."

"Yes."

"You do n’t have to come back after the exam. You have learned it in my school. Only you have a little firework. Take a walk around this time. This teacher can only help you get there. Here, in the future ... it's up to you.

Agula raised her head, and there were no fluctuations in those beautiful eyes, and a low reply was "Yes."

"The pill is taken once every ten days, and this bottle can be used up to eliminate the sunflower syrup."

"Thank you, Master."

Agura walked to the door, and behind him came the voice of the masked man: "Let's go and Ding Yu Gao individually, next time we meet each other are strangers."

...

Agura shoved the porcelain bottle into his arms and shook open the dossier and wrote: Qi Yan, 14 years old. In Baishui Village, Jinlu County, Jinzhou, the first year of Jingjia's Bailu County epidemic broke out. The Qi family of six fled north, and unfortunately encountered a mountain thief. Qi Yan died after being rescued by two men.

Behind are the details of the Qi Yan family, I do not know if it was a coincidence or an artificial arrangement. All the relatives within the Qi family's five suits died in the following years. Agula remembered everything on the scroll, came to the temple room and threw the dossier into the stove to watch it turn to ashes before turning back.

At my feet, I walked in the direction of the herbal garden, and Ding Yu lived in the medical village next to the herbal garden. After the mask man taught according to his aptitude, he found that Ding Yan was quite accomplished in the art of Qihuang, and he was not allowed to study with Agurah again.

At this time, Ding Hui was taking care of the herbs. Today, he was not in the garden. Agoura called out Ding Hui to push the door of the house and waved, "Here."

When he came to the house, he found that Ding Zheng was packing his luggage, and asked, "Are you going out?"

"Well, the host said that it was a five-year folk evaluation of the Royal Hospital. Let me try it."

Agura nodded, raised his placket, and sat down on the chair, raising his hand and pouring a cup of tea for himself.

Ding Yan swept across Agula's flat chest, and he stopped talking a few times.

Agura took a shallow sip and put down the tea cup: "Speak whatever you have."

"The medicine your master gave you ... have you been taking?"

Agu Ramen looked at Ding Yi with a blank expression and asked, "What about it?"

Ding Yi glanced out the window and lowered his voice: "It's a medicine that is poisonous. Besides, this medicine can actually inhibit your woman's identity. So how do you think the medicine is overbearing? You ..."

"Ding Yan."

"Ok?"

"If you are heard by Master, you will be punished again."

Ding Yun stared at Aguola's eyes, but found that the bright amber eyes in the memory had no idea when it had become a pool of standing water, and the mind of the person in front of him could not see through it anymore.

Ding Yan sighed heavily: "You always have to leave yourself a trail! Otherwise, you will become revenge if you revenge, it will be too late to regret it!"

Agura slowly stood up, and said lightly, "Since the moment I worshiped under Master's door, I never thought about getting out of my body and regret it? You have to take more care. I do n’t know each other when I meet each other. I will go out of the valley, and I wo n’t show you anymore. ”After turning, he turned to the door.

Ding Yan chased to the door: "Agoura!"

Agura stepped down: "Yes, I forgot to tell you. From now on in this world Wuguyan Agula, my name is Qi Yan." She has been a stricken household, and living in this world is just a blood debt. Just a ghost.

Agura, left without looking back. Ding Yan looked at the other side's back and forth, knowing that Agoura would never look back.

"Take care, Qi Yan."

Qi Yan did not show up on the day Ding Hui left. He handed a wooden box to an old man in Guzhong: "Fube, please transfer this thing to Qi Yan."

Ding Yi walked to the middle of the mountain, and suddenly there was a round and gentle sound of cave flute behind him. He turned to look back at Wuminggu already hidden in the mist all year long, only to hear the sound of flutes.

At the end of the song, the two turned around, and one returned to the house to collect their bags; one set foot on the mountain road ahead.

Qi Yan opened the wooden box left by Ding Yan, which contained a prescription and a porcelain bottle: Qi Yan, this is a prescription that I have studied for many years with thirty pills. This medicine can help you get rid of the nightmare temporarily.

Since the last time he returned from the grassland to the Unknown Valley, Qi Yan has been dreaming night and day, and even in a serious situation, he will even panic. So she slept at most two hours a night, waking up before the nightmare was deep. Qi Yan memorized the prescription and said quietly, "Thank you."

A few days later, Qi Yan also said no to the masked person, and left the cage on his back and left the Valley of the Unknown ...

Wei Guo's children are tested every year, and government schools in all prefectures and cities have the qualifications to hold examinations. There is still half a year before the next childbirth test, she can walk around first to see how the folk of Wei State differs from what is described in the book and the mask person.

After some thought, Qi Yan decided to go to the prefecture near Gyeonggi to take the child test. In this way, three years later, there are fewer twists and turns and more calmness. She chose Yunzhou to rent a small courtyard on the outskirts of the city. The landlord heard that Qi Yan was a taxi-ready scholar and it was a bit cheaper.

Look at the sun. The wind is beautiful and the wind is gentle.

Qi Yan changed into a navy blue gown and went out to the market.

Listen to the landlord: Yunzhou has a big market every time we look at Shuowang, especially this fair in Wangri is not to be missed. If you are lucky, you may encounter the juggling team of the tourist side.

Sure enough, before entering the city, we can see the peasant households carrying baskets walking in pairs on the official road into the city. Qi Yan speeded up his pace and entered the Yunzhou City along with the farmers.

The crowd in the bazaar shouted and screamed. Stalls on both sides of the street are connected to the stalls, and can't be seen at a glance.

The mask man taught her etiquette culture but did not tell her much about the market, and Qi Yan ’s deity is a new required course for the farmer ’s market.

A middle-aged man in a coarse cloth was squatting by the side of the road, holding a big **** with straw on his leg in his arms.

At this time, a young man dressed up asked, "Brother, how do you sell this big cock?"

"Forty copper plates."

The man turned his eyes and bargained neatly: "A hen who lays an egg is only forty eldest sons. You can't lay an egg. Is it cheaper?"

The man thought for a moment: "Thirty-five cannot be less."

The guys didn't seem to be very satisfied with the price, and after a discussion, the two finally concluded the transaction for 33 yuan.

Qi Yan retracted her eyes and continued to move forward, stopping in front of different stalls from time to time. After half an hour of effort, the price of Yunzhou City was roughly estimated. The crowd suddenly jammed. The crowd watching in front blocked half of the street. Qi Yan wanted to get around but there was a noise.

"Get out of here, get out of here!" A group of family members holding whistle rudely pushed away the crowd and opened a way, Qi Yan was pushed into the field by the back of his heart.

I saw a young girl kneeling by the street wearing a linen and filial piety, and a person wrapped in a straw mat parked on a scooter beside her, revealing a pair of straw shoes that were about to wear out the soles of her feet.

The girl lowered her head and hugged a wooden board with crookedly written four big characters on it: betray her father.

Qi Yan was again rudely pushed away by Jia Ding. At this time, the people on the sidelines also recognized that the people had taken a step back, and some timid had pushed the crowd away. I saw a rather strangely dressed young boy walking in with a whistle.

The man was wearing a short-striped material, but it was satin that was prone to folds. He stepped in all directions and stood in front of the girl. He raised his whistle and lit a wooden board and said aloud, "Sell yourself to bury my father?" The crowd followed There was a little commotion, and some unsuspecting people murmured for the girl: "This man is also rude, everyone else is so ..."

"Shh! Keep quiet, you can't mess with this guy."

Qi Yan stepped back two steps to stand in front of the crowd, and the "short man" said again: "Look up and show it to Grandpa?"

The girl tightened the wooden board in her arms and slowly raised her head, and said with tears in her eyes, timidly, "The slave family sells themselves to bury their father, and they wish to be slaves for life."

Qi Yan Leng stared. Silent and amber-colored eyes. All that happened in front of her eyes could not sway her mood.

The admonition behind him came again: "This uncle is Yunzhou No. 1 and Ding Fu's eldest son, Ding Fengshan."

"Dingfu? Is that the adult?"

"Yes."

The crowd was quiet, but Qi Yan's heart set off a huge wave: Ding Yi, elder brother of Tai Wei Lu Quan. Because of leading the army to break the support of the plow department to make his first achievement, Jing Jia first year worshiped General Pinwei; led 20,000 troops in Yunzhou ...

The son of the enemy is near.

Such a picture Qi Yan imagined countless times, but unexpectedly this day came so fast.

The fist in his sleeve tightened and tightened, Qi Yan took a deep breath and closed his eyes, frowning, annoyed that his spiritual cultivation was not yet home. When I opened my eyes again and returned to a nonchalant appearance, the waves in my heart did not stop.

Ding Fengshan raised the chin against the girl with his whistle, raised his head, and looked sneerfully, "Did you even sell it with your appearance?"

One stone provoked the millennial waves. Many people frowned, but could only watch.

The girl shed helpless tears, her body trembling, her lips twitching and she couldn't say a word.

Ding Fengshan sneered at the girl again with pickled tongues, put away his whistle and laughed, and waved Jiading again to open the way for him.

Qi Yan was once again pushed out by the family with a whistle, and there was pain in the place where he had been poked. As she watched the scenery of the enemy's son pass by in front of her, she suddenly understood at this moment why Master would always cut her own body when he started madly.

It turned out that some injuries can only be transferred with pain.

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This article is GL. The protagonist Qi Yan hurts her body as a last resort on the road to revenge. I will recover it at an appropriate time. Please be patient and patient.

Although this article is overhead, I want to be as close to common sense as possible. Because the imperial examination was to undress and search for a body, wrapping a breast cloth is not very reliable. SO.

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