The old lady is reborn

The sickly Third Prince was afraid of the cold, so even in the spring when flowers were blooming, his house always had to have the floor heating burning for a while.

He was half lying and half sitting on the couch, holding the chess manual in one hand and the chess piece in the other, replaying an ancient chess game.

His father loves to play chess, but he rarely has the time or mood to play a good game... He wants to have a chance to play a game with his father.

After a long while, he looked at the woman kneeling on the ground and asked, "You scratched your sister's face?"

Jingwei: "Yes."

"why?"

"Same face, so annoying!"

The third prince sighed and said, "Get up. Go to the accounting office to get the silver. Let's go."

Jingwei knelt down again.

The Third Prince: "Don't want to leave? If you stay here with me, you will probably die."

"Then die."

Jingwei stayed. She was a killer and also a dancer. When she appeared in front of people, she was either wearing a black scarf, a mask, or had her face painted to match her dance dress.

Her face was rarely seen.

That year, when several princes gathered together, they competed in martial arts.

The atmosphere was so good that the sickly Third Prince also said he wanted to play a little. The Crown Prince said, "Just try a few moves and stop when you're done. Just think of it as me stretching your muscles with you."

But the Third Prince seemed to be exhausted, and after a few moves, he fell forward. A guard beside the Crown Prince flew forward, first blocked the sword in the Third Prince's hand, and then supported the Third Prince on his knees.

Jingwei had already taken action when the guard used his sword to block the sword. No one could disrespect the Third Prince, and this man shook the Third Prince's sword away.

Her sword was about to pierce the guard, who was kneeling on the ground supporting the Third Prince. If he wanted to fight back to protect himself, he would have to push the Third Prince down first. However, the guard seemed hesitant due to his status.

Perhaps he had never thought that in such a situation, other guards would really want his life, and Jingwei's sword was already in front of him in a flash.

The prince took action, her sword was cut away by the prince, and she was kicked out and fell to the ground.

The third prince took a deep look at the East Palace guard, only to find that he was staring at Jingwei in a daze.

Jingwei's mask was cut by the tip of the prince's sword, and it fell to the side after she fell, revealing her entire face.

Ding Jing, the guard of the Eastern Palace, stared at the face in amazement. It was exactly the same face as his sister's.

...At that moment he suddenly realized that perhaps he actually had two sisters, and they were twins.

The third prince noticed Ding Jing's astonishment.

Ding Jing is the confidant of the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, so it would be helpful to capture him. After returning, the Third Prince ordered Jingwei: "Make him love you, think about you, feel sorry for you, and risk his life for you."

Jingwei went away, taking off her silk robe. Ding Jing, blushing, covered Jingwei's clothes. He didn't dare to look at any part of her and ran away.

Jingwei thought that he didn't like her, but Ding Jing treated her the same as always. There were many activities where the princes attended together, and whenever Ding Jing met Jingwei, he would take care of her.

He was caring and yielding to her every need, but it was not a love affair. The Third Prince sent someone to investigate the guard.

When the third prince knew the truth, Jingwei also knew it. She also wanted to know why this man was so good to her but always avoided her.

She met Ding Jing, who was off duty, and was walking by with a woman, talking and laughing.

The moment she saw that face, although Jingwei, wearing a veil, was standing in the sunlight, she felt that the sun was cold. She heard Ding Jing calling that woman.

If Ding Jing is that woman's younger brother, then he should also be his younger brother.

She suddenly felt so hateful.

It turns out that she had a family, she had parents, sisters and a younger brother, but she was thrown out by them. These people are living so well now, they are smiling all the time, but do they know the hardships and sufferings she has endured?

For a long time after that, Jingwei was like a possessed person, lurking around the house whenever she had time. She peeped into the lives of this family, looking at them greedily. They should be her parents, her sister and her brother.

She saw them laughing and playing, watched them eat, and watched them have everything in a lively, warm and sweet way.

In such a long time, they never talked about her or thought about her.

Only once did her mother cry when she mentioned her, but her father quickly comforted her, saying, "Twins are considered a bad omen. What will the neighbors think of us? Besides, we can't afford to raise them.

Isn't it common for people who give birth to twins to throw one away or send the other away?

In order to give the child a chance to survive, I deliberately dumped her on the busiest East-West Street. If she had been lucky, she might be living a happy life in a good family now."

This unrealistic assumption really comforted his mother. With the persuasion of his sister and father, his mother seemed to quickly forget about this topic.

Jingwei wanted to laugh, but tears came out first. If she didn't know who to hate before, now she suddenly had someone to hate.

These people should have been her relatives, but they threw her away like a piece of rag, just like throwing out a cat or a dog on East-West Street.

Enjoying life in a good family?

How can you say that?

She had not lived a human life since she could remember, and she was not picked up by any good family.

The person who saved her life was a human trafficker. Because Jingwei had pretty eyes and eyebrows, he felt that he would be losing out if he sold her as a baby, so he planned to raise her and sell her for a good price when she was five or six years old and her eyes and eyebrows became clearer.

In Jingwei's memory, that period of time was chaotic and dark. She seemed to be beaten forever. Even if she did nothing wrong, the human trafficker could still slap her twice in the face if he was unhappy. Her teeth were knocked out and her mouth was full of blood, but the trafficker said it was okay and they would grow back.

She had no shoes, and even in the cold winter, she walked barefoot in the snow and ice. She had to boil water, cook, grow vegetables and sew clothes.

When she was sold at the age of six, the buyer praised her to the buyer: "Look, how pretty she is, with this little face, this appearance, this figure, you can tell from all of this that she will be no problem in life, and she will be smart and capable.

She knows how to do a lot of work. She is a cheerful, neat, pretty and smart girl.

If you buy one like this and train it for a few years, won't the interest be doubled? "

When she thought about the fate she would face after being sold, Little Jingwei bravely climbed into a carriage with extremely quick agility and hid there.

She didn't expect there was anyone in that carriage.

She just saw the face in the carriage clearly. It was a very handsome boy, probably a few years older than her. She was rudely pulled off the carriage and thrown to the ground.

Someone came over, grabbed her hair, and pressed her to her knees on the cold, hard ground. Then they seemed to be waiting for the man in the carriage, waiting for his decision and instructions.

She had been used to being beaten since she was a child, and this time she climbed into such a luxurious carriage, wanting to avoid the buyer and also to find a good place for herself.

Find a place where at least you won’t be hungry, cold, beaten or scolded.

The boy in the carriage said, "Buy her."

A servant who looked like a housekeeper was a little hesitant. Concubine Kang had said that she would review the selected candidates before making a decision, so she asked, "Master, do you want to take another look?"

"No need, I think she's pretty brave, let's go with her."

After she finally understood who had bought her, she felt hopeful and excited in her heart. She thought that even if she became a maid, her life would be sweet.

She was wrong, life will always be bitter.

She had never even thought it would be so hard. She had to practice martial arts and dancing, and every inch of her bones seemed to be breaking with pain.

No matter whether it was the master who taught her martial arts or the master who taught her dancing, they were all cold and as long as she did not do well, she would have to start over again and be punished endlessly.

She couldn't remember how many times she fainted from sweating profusely.

When she woke up, she was still lying on the ground alone. No one cared or it didn't matter whether she was dead or alive.

She cried countless times, in her dreams, in the dead of night when no one was around. Every time she was punished, it was as painful as cramps and broken bones. She didn't know how these people could do these things.

Jingwei tried to escape, but the other little girl failed and was caught and beaten to death.

Until she met the boy again. Now he was a young boy. He touched her head and handed her a piece of dessert. There was some pain and sadness in his eyes: "Does it hurt?"

This was the first time she had received such care. Without waiting for her answer, the gorgeous and beautiful woman and the young man turned and left.

She was told that that was their master, the one they had to protect with their lives.

Behind each person there was a portrait of the young master hanging there.

A wolfhound was released in front of her. Jingwei was so frightened that her legs were shaking, but she still fought with the wolfhound, which was almost as tall as her, to prevent it from touching the portrait.

She never saw those people again who ran away in fear and let the wolfhounds touch the portrait or tore it up.

Later she killed many people.

She grew up, and her young master grew up too. Protecting him, even at the cost of her life, was engraved in her bones and blood.

Now she said: "Even without any love between men and women, Ding Jing can still think about me, feel sorry for me, and sacrifice his life for me."

"He doesn't have such a deep sisterly love for you. After all, you are not her."

Yes, his sister, the girl who had no kung fu skills but was so happy that it made people jealous, was also his younger sister.

On her birthday, the whole family would cook egg longevity noodles for her, buy cloth to make new clothes for her, slaughter the family's chickens for her, and add dishes and hot rice wine to her in the evening.

And when I grew up, I found out the day of my birthday by peeping at her joy.

But what does it matter? They look the same, don’t they?

Moreover, Ding Jing felt guilty about himself. Although it had nothing to do with him, he seemed very guilty. This was enough.

……

After Ding Jing met Jingwei, he went home and asked his parents. His parents were silent for a long time and then told him that they had indeed given birth to twins that year.

Later, he heard his mother crying, and his father advised: "In our family back then, we could only keep one child."

The mother cried, "You threw the child away without telling me. How could you keep Jing'er after she was born two years later?"

The father said, "They are twins. How can Jing'er be the same? He is a boy. Let alone one girl, even if it's two girls... Even if I have to risk my life, I have to protect Jing'er no matter what, right?

Isn't our family supported by our son? Who dares to bully us now? Isn't it our son who brings money home..."

Ding Jing at the back didn't listen. Was it because of himself?