Yitianxia, ​​Mother of Rebirth

The celebration outside the window rendered the entire "Haozheng Prince's Mansion", and Zhuang Yanqiu, who stayed in the room all year round through the thick window paper, felt the excitement tonight.

He slid down slowly from the plank bed with some difficulty, the hand protruding from the gray linen robe trembled uncontrollably, and the layers of wrinkled brown skin on it were a merciless mockery of his life.

Trembling and trembling, he finally touched the wooden walking stick beside the bed.Zhuang Yanqiu supported the crutch with all her strength, walked slowly towards the window with her back arched.

His eyes have long lost sight, but his ears are still sharp.Through the window paper, he could only feel that there were gorgeous fireworks flying in front of his eyes one after another, exploding with a 'bang--', and the loud noise was directed at the famous family of 'Taiyin City' - 'King Haozheng' The blessing of the young king for marrying his wife.

The young king married a flat wife.Because the young king was originally married to the young concubine, and she is not dead yet.

However, it's almost there!

Zhuang Yanqiu leaned her head against the edge of the window with a smile on her lips.Now he can hardly remember what it was like when he got married, he was aging too fast.

For all the people in 'Taiyin City', including ordinary people, his aging speed is astonishing.

This is a world where self-cultivation and asking are used as karma, and ordinary people can live to be around two hundred years old. With a little practice and maintenance, it is not a problem to live to three hundred years old.

For those who were born noble and were born with immortal bodies, being over a thousand years old is the basic.A hundred years old is just a teenager.And he——Zhuang Yanqiu, who is also a fairy body, got married at sixteen, and now he is only about 110 six years old, and his peers are still in their prime. He is already dying like a mortal in the lower world.

If you die, die early!At this moment, Zhuang Yanqiu's calm heart had only this thought.The man who swore in front of the statue of the 'Emperor Yin' that he would love him forever has long since changed.He is marrying his wife Ping tonight, and he is only waiting for his wife to become the unique concubine when he dies.

By then, no one will remember who Zhuang Yanqiu is?What has he done in this world?

Zhuang Yanqiu stroked his translucent white hair, and with just this movement, every joint in his body trembled.

Married at sixteen, he developed symptoms of early aging in his thirties. After that, the husband rarely saw him again. At the age of 40, he already had wrinkles, so he stopped going out. Since then, there has gradually been a legend in "Taiyin City", saying that the young king and concubine of "Haozheng Palace" treated his servants harshly, were cruel and vicious, and violated his wife's morals. Due to the punishment of heaven, he lost his immortal body early and was imprisoned by the young king.

Such foul language became even more rampant in the ensuing decades.What's more, it was rumored that he secretly communicated with the younger brother of the young king, was caught in public and fucked in bed, and was secretly executed.

Zhuang Yanqiu never cared where those rumors came from.He also has no power to take care of it, he lives alone in this remote courtyard, only the rabbit that he raised since childhood: Ah Mian, and a dowry servant Zhuang Xi brought from the Zhuang's mansion, who is still with him.

It's just that after he became old and out of shape, he didn't see this person any more, and even a little rabbit lived longer than him. He was afraid that if he looked at them like this again, his heart would gradually become distorted, so he only allowed them to come over when delivering meals. trip.

In fact, at his age, he doesn't feel much if he doesn't eat.He's really old... dying.

When the fireworks outside were almost over, Zhuang Yanqiu leaned on his crutches and walked towards the bed again.He walked very slowly, and he could walk a cup of tea in such a few steps. He finally reached the bedside, touched the bed board and sat down, curled up tremblingly on the bed, and he was ready to fall asleep.

Before falling asleep, he heard movement at his door.It's just that he was too tired to open his eyes at all, so he didn't care.With him living like this, what else is there to care about?

Someone approached him, and he could clearly hear the other person's footsteps.

"Are you sure?" A soft voice sounded.

"That's right. Who else is old and ugly in this palace?" There were two people who came, and they didn't pay attention to lowering their voices when they spoke. They should be people with backing.

Zhuang Yanqiu closed her eyes and thought about what they were going to do.It was nothing more than wanting to send him to reincarnation earlier, and he couldn't wish for it.At present, the only one who is most motivated to do this is the Ping wife who has just entered the door—his sister Zhuang Zifu.

"Hurry up, pour him something. The preparations over there are almost the same, only this one is missing." The first voice said again.

Then there was the rustling of clothes, and then Zhuang Yanqiu smelled a burst of fragrance. Someone turned his face away, pinched his mouth open, and poured cold water into his mouth along his lips.He sighed in his heart: That's fine!Then they swallowed the thing according to their wishes.

He thought it was poison, a good thing to kill him.

But then he felt something was wrong, the two men lifted him up and put him into the sedan chair.He still couldn't open his eyes at this moment, an unprecedented fatigue was crushing his body and consciousness.

That's all!Leave it to them!

Zhuang Yanqiu didn't think too much anymore, and let herself fall into a heavy haze...