"Ma'am!

A voice of shock and joy came from above her head, Zixuan controlled the baby's eyes with her divine sense, but when she opened it, she couldn't see anything clearly, only light and shadow were vaguely imprinted in her eyes, and her sense of sound and smell was very keen.

I think that's what it's like to be born. Zixuan didn't take away this baby girl, if she let Yuan Ying forcibly leave her body, her real body would be completely destroyed, because she could only use her divine sense to manipulate the baby girl for a while, not to let this body turn into death and life. When the baby girl needs to grow up, she can use her body to transform into a suitable shape.

"How to ...... to come back to life"

Zixuan heard a voice full of hatred, sensing the direction, which came from the mouth of the woman who gave birth to "her" on the bed.

"It's just a girl, why are you so happy?" said the woman, sarcastically, "what is the use of living if I have been looking forward to it for so long, and if I am not a son?"

Zixuan didn't expect this "mother" to hate her daughter so much, and when she heard such heartless words, she couldn't help but sigh for the deceased baby girl.

"Madam, whether it is a girl or a son, it is a long house, and the lord will definitely be happy. Holding Zixuan to persuade Mrs. Zhang was a not young grandmother, she stroked the baby's back, making Zixuan's consciousness feel a burst of warmth.

"He's happy? In his heart, he only has Aunt Li in his eyes, and if I give birth to a mortal Wenqu star, he will never take a second look! If it's a son, I'll teach him well that He Chou doesn't have a day to raise his eyebrows! If so, I'll be content for the rest of my life! It's a pity that ......."

Mrs. Zhang's tone was low, and she did not hide her hatred and disgust. "It's a pity that it's a useless girl, no matter how well she raises it, what can she do? After all, it's a hundred times since she got married, and everything in Zhangfu will still fall into the hands of two slaves after all!"

Zixuan listened to the conversation between the two silently, occasionally sobbing a few times to say that she was living a good life, and every time she could hear Mrs. Zhang's annoyed cold snort. After a long time, she probably figured out something.

The Zhang Mansion where she is located has two rooms, and she is in the long room, and Mrs. Zhang is the lady in charge of the long house in charge of the middle feed. In fact, because she has been married for many years without children and daughters, and there are signs of assassinating children, all the power at hand has been withdrawn by the dissatisfied mother-in-law, that is, the old lady of Zhangfu.

In addition to her newborn baby girl, there are two teenage concubines and two seven or eight-year-old concubines, born to Aunt Li and Aunt Sun respectively. The two minions in Mrs. Zhang's mouth are Aunt Li's two sons.

"Madame listen to the old slave's advice, take good care of the girl, and have a caring person in the future, if you don't care about anything, how can the girl be close to Madame?"

However, Mrs. Zhang couldn't listen to it at all, and said viciously: "It's best not to be close! You leave her to the nurse to raise, and don't bring her to me in the future, I'm afraid that I can't help but strangle her to death! If you come to me often, I can live for a few decades!"

Zixuan only felt a chill rise in her heart when she heard this, she didn't expect that there were such mothers in the world, and she wanted to strangle to death when she saw that the child she gave birth to was not a baby boy, which was really uncomfortable.

When Mama Song heard this, she grabbed her arm and tightened it violently, and quickly took a few steps back, no longer trying to stuff her into Mrs. Zhang's hand. "Then the old slave will go down first and settle the girl, and the lady will rest for a while." ”

Mrs. Zhang didn't speak, Zixuan only felt that she was being carried out of the door, a little sleepy in the warm arms, and the mortal body of the Buddha affected her consciousness and mood, making her closer to the real "ordinary child".

She insisted on not letting herself fall asleep, saving her consciousness from returning to her body, and making the baby girl lose the appearance of vitality. In a trance, she heard Mama Song explain to a young woman surnamed Zhou, telling her to eat and drink carefully.

"The slave knows, please rest assured. Zhou carefully hugged her over, and there was a comforting milky fragrance in her body.

"Don't go to the main room if it's okay, if something happens, send someone to me directly, don't bother Madame. ”

"Yes. ”

宋嬷嬷吩咐完，长长叹了口气，又捏了捏子璇小手，随后便匆匆离去。 Only she and her nurse Zhou were left standing in a dilapidated courtyard, quite miserable of orphans and widows relying on each other.

......

"The third girl runs slowly, the slave and maid can't catch up!" Mama Zhou has been in the house for nearly ten years, only to feel that the girl who has grown up has become more and more clever, and she has been out of sight without paying attention, so that she has to put down her work and stare carefully.

Zixuan heard her shout, turned around and waved at her, and continued to run forward on her short legs, this appearance and voice were all made by her, if there was a Yuanying monk again, you could see her original appearance at a glance.

She left the nurse behind not to be naughty, after all, she is a monk who has lived for more than 1,500 years, and she never deliberately acts like a child. The reason why she ran so fast was because she heard the little girl who delivered the meal say that Mama Song was punished by her cheap lady for quietly stuffing her with broken silver.

The courtyard where she lives is not far from the main house, but she never takes the initiative to go there. Mrs. Zhang hated her very much, and Lord Zhang only cared about the affairs of the court and the two sons born by her aunt, and she had only met a few times during the New Year's Festival.

Brother and sister treat her well, and often give her some gadgets, eating and playing. The two aunts will also quietly send clothes and shoes over, and with the care of Mama Song and Mama Zhou, in the past nine years, life has been quite passable.

It's just that every year when Mrs. Zhang and Master Zhang are angry, they inevitably listen to a resentful and hateful scolding, and sometimes the little short legs will be pinched a few times.

Although her rough skin and thick flesh are not something that ordinary people can hurt, in order to experience the world, she is very involved in her current role, and she still can't help but feel resentment when she feels the hatred and killing intent of her "mother".

When she came to the outside of the main room, Zixuan saw that Mama Song was beaten to the point that her skin was open, lying on a bench, almost breathless. Mrs. Zhang sat on the bench set up under the porch, holding a bowl of tea and said quietly: "Eat things inside and outside." I even took the cotton clothes made by Aunt Li and sent them to the girl, you are slapping me in the face!"

When Zi Xuan heard this, he finally understood which one he was making today. She and Mama Zhou had no cotton clothes to wear, and Mama Song was watched by Mrs. Zhang tightly, so she could only quietly take the clothes made by Aunt Li and let her and Mama Zhou spend the coldest days.

She didn't care, but Mama Zhou almost froze to death in the yard. Hearing Mrs. Zhang's strange words, she rushed forward, with a hatred in her heart that she had never felt before, almost drowning her reason. ()

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