When Qiu Jiang was in Taohe Villa, she really thought that her life was like this. She spent it day after day, year after year, with confusion, guilt, and regret.

She no longer has hope for anything.

Until one night.

When she fell asleep in a drowsy mood, she had a very uneasy dream, dreaming of Feng Xiaoya.

Feng Xiaoya looked at her with a pair of misty eyes, looking very sad. He said, "Let's go."

Go? Where can she go?

"Go to where you want to go."

But where is her place to go?

At that moment, a loud noise shattered the dream. She woke up from the dream and found a light outside the window.

Qiu Jiang climbed out of bed with difficulty, pushed open the window, and saw beautiful fireworks flashing in the sky.

She heard A Xiu excitedly say to Grandma Yue outside the yard: "It's the New Year! It's the New Year! Grandma Yue, congratulations on the New Year, everything goes well!"

It's the New Year?

Qiu Jiang stared at the fireworks in the sky in a daze, listening to the sound of firecrackers. The fireworks were set off by people at the foot of the mountain, but they could see the most clearly in her position.

The flames bloom in the air, sometimes butterflies, sometimes meteors, and a few bouquets of flowers and ginger flowers.

Qiu Jiang's hands couldn't help but clasp the window edge.

"Your name is Qiu Jiang, and you are the daughter of a wine shop owner named "Guilai Xi" at the foot of Lanting Mountain. Because of your poor health, you have been recuperating in a temple on the mountain since childhood. When the young master went up the mountain to ginseng Buddha, he saw that the wine shop caught fire unexpectedly, and both your parents died. When the young master saw you being lonely, he took you as a concubine and brought you back to the grass and wood residence."

There was a voice in my mind saying this.

Qiu Jiang's head hurts violently, she covers her head, and the voice continues: "Your father was originally from Feng County, Chengguo. Because he couldn't survive in Chengguo, he went to Biguo. He met your mother when he was selling wine in the imperial capital of Biguo. After the two got married, they gave birth to you and went to Yan Kingdom where they were transferred to the country of Yan to see you. Therefore, your household registration is in Cheng. But your father was an orphan and had no relatives at home. And your mother Feng Yin has a sister named Feng Lian, who is still in the imperial capital, and is your only relative in the world..."

Qiu Jiang raised her head in sweat and saw countless nail marks being scratched by her window.

Feng Lian...the imperial capital...the relatives...

She silently repeated these key messages, and something in her eyes was lit up, burning like fireworks.

She decided to run away that night.

She wanted to go back to her parents' home to take a look, at least, to see the only relatives left in this world.

Just like that, Qiu Jiang pretended to be sick and paralyzed Yue Grandma and A Xiu; while moving her body harder and accumulated strength.

In the spring of the third year, she had completely recovered her movements. At the same time, she also remembered more things in her mind. For example, how to walk on the road down the mountain; where there is water source; where there is fruit forest; where there is home; where there is a station.

She saved some food every day, saved enough for three days, and left on the night of the Zhongyuan Festival while the night of the night.

A Xiu and Grandma Yue slept soundly. There were no other guards in the villa, and she was not lost. She went down the mountain smoothly.

She remembered how to catch rabbits; how to find nuts hidden by squirrels; how to hide traces with water; how to deal with passers-by... These skills are like pearls wrapped in mud, which naturally appears in her mind when the mud is wiped away bit by bit.

She even went to Yujing and sat in a tea shop outside the grass and wood residence to drink a cup of tea. There were many people playing at the end of the alley. The owner of the tea shop said that at first they were people who came to listen to He Gong playing the piano, but later they developed into each other's skills. Now it is a grand scene in Yujing, called Tingfengji.

She heard a lot about Feng Xiaoya’s deeds from the tea shops, but about her, she only learned the sentence “Qiu Jiang, who is beautiful in nature, good at brewing wine, and is proficient in Buddhist scriptures.”

She thought that the rumors were indeed false. First of all, she was not beautiful; secondly, she could not make wine or ginseng Buddha. Of course, she might have forgotten the latter, but in the former, Qiu Jiang took a look at her face in the polished teapot - no matter how she looked, she was a dull ordinary person.

And no one knew that Feng Letian was dead. Everyone said that the old prime minister had gone to the mountains and rivers.

Qiu Jiang listened and left sadly.

What kind of person was my past?

Did I really grow up in a nunnery? Why did I not develop a virtuous character and do something so crazy that I would anger my father-in-law to death? Or did I encounter something that I was forced to tell that my father-in-law had an affair with the eldest wife?

My parents really died in a fire? What kind of expectations and hopes did they have for me during their lifetime? If you can leave your hometown for me, you must love me very much, right?

There is also Feng Xiaoya, who married me who was helpless and helpless. Is it my benefactor? But his father died because of me, and he must have resented me and hated me in his heart...

Did I really do something wrong? Or was I wronged?

If someone deliberately framed me, how could I be wronged and wait for death?

Qiu Jiang walked far away, and finally couldn't help it and looked back at Caomuju.

Caomuju is a very ordinary three-entry courtyard located at the end of Tianxuan Avenue. It covers only half acre of land. The white walls and black tiles are very simple, but the lintel of the door is my own topic today.

It is said that when King Zhanghua, who was the crown prince, talked with the Grand Tutor about which is beautiful, Feng Xiaoya and Ji Ying, Feng Letian was modest and said: "Xiaoya is as gloomy as snow, Ji Ying is as honest as the moon. The snow will freeze people to death, but the moon can illuminate the night."

Zhanghua did not agree with it, so he wrote eight words afterwards and ordered someone to send it to Feng Xiaoya and let him hang it on the door.

Now, these eight words are hung on the beams of the gate of the grass and wood residence.

"The floating light breaks the snow, and the grass and trees are among the people."

It means: "The world says you are gloomy, like a beam of light falling on the snow; but you are clearly tea, and the warm fragrance lasts for a long time."

Since then, Feng Xiaoya has become one of the three loves of King Yan.

Will people like the King of Yan be misleading? Qiu Jiang doesn't think so.

In other words, it is very likely that Feng Xiaoya is really a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. She is sorry for him in the whole incident.

So……

I'm not running away.

I just don't want to die inexplicably.

After seeing my relatives, worshiping my parents, finding out all the causes and consequences, and recalling everything, I will come back.

I will come back and settle all my grudges and hatreds with you.

Qiu Jiang secretly swore in her heart, then turned around and left without looking back.

She fled all the way to Biguo.

I found out that Feng Lian has been working in Baize Mansion for decades and has not returned home.

So she found Bai Ze Mansion again, and then she realized that Ji Ying had passed away. This house located in Chaoxi Lane is now the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the new owner is Xue Cai.

She reported her identity to the guard and asked to see Feng Lian. The sick butler Cui personally received her and told her that after Ji Ying's death, Feng Lian, as a wet nurse, was too sad and passed away. Because she had no relatives in her hometown, she made an exception to be buried beside Mr. Bai Ze's tomb.

Butler Cui asked Dong'er to take her to the cemetery. Feng Lian was a slave and her name was not on the monument.

Qiu Jiang never expected that after going through hardships and thousands of miles, he came to Biguo to find relatives, but in the end it was this fate. The hard work and exhausted journey made him fainted all of a sudden.

When she woke up again, she had been carried back to the prime minister's mansion by Dong'er.

For Feng Lian's sake, Mr. Cui was willing to take her in. Qiu Jiang also wanted to stay in Biguo and then look for her parents' old friends before her death. He continued to inquire about the past. He noted the living deed and stayed as a maid.

Her talents made her quickly competent for the job of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and her character allowed her to hide herself very well.

It is not easy to think about pain when people are busy. She likes the days here very much and thinks that she will work for another half a year and saves enough freight to go to Chengguo and leave.

Unexpectedly, the most brilliant thing about reality lies in its cruelty - it is clearly thousands of miles apart and around, but it still meets again.

Now, she raised her head stiffly, looked back at Feng Xiaoya's gaze, and waited for the moment when the lies were exposed with an almost tragic mood. She thought she had nothing to fear, and the worst result was to be taken back to the villa like the tomb of the living dead.

As long as she is still alive, there will be hope for everything.

So...come!

As a result, Feng Xiaoya's eyes flew over her face casually, and turned to Xue Cai and said, "What identity do you plan to ask Lord Huazi to attend for you?"

Xue Cai thought about it, but before he could speak, Yi Fei burst into laughter and blinked: "How about the medicine boy? For example, Jiang Wanyi's junior brother..."

Xue Cai's expression changed slightly.

Qiu Jiang could not hear that Yifei was teasing Xue Cai with the old stories of Queen Jiang. She was just shocked-

Feng Xiaoya actually, actually... didn't recognize her?

His expression was calm, without any change, and he no longer looked at her. He looked at Xue Cai very seriously, waiting for his answer.

Didn't he remember her?

How is that possible?!

Qiu Jiang stood still in a stiff state.

I tried every means to avoid it before, hoping that this person did not find her. Now that he really didn't find her, she felt extremely uncomfortable.

Amid the chaotic thoughts of Qiu Jiang, the dinner continued.

Yifei drank wine, Xue Cai ate vegetables, but Feng Xiaoya drank tea and didn't touch anything - he was indeed the same as in his memory, and he was not involved in meat.

The conversation between the three was not dense. Perhaps because of the servants present, they kept talking. There were a few disputes, but Qiu Jiang didn't listen. He only knew that when Liu Xu pushed her in the end, Yi Fei was drunk. Xue Cai ordered her to send Yi Fei to the guest room to rest.

Liu Xu was very unhappy. She had always had fantasies about Yi Fei. However, Xue Cai's cold eyes could penetrate all selfish thoughts. When he looked at Liu Xu, Liu Xu did not dare to fight again and handed Yi Fei to Qiu Jiang.

Qiu Jiang had no choice but to support Yifei who was tilted around to go to the guest room.

Halfway through, Yifei suddenly squatted down and vomited. Qiu Jiang waited for him to vomit and wanted to help him up again, but he simply lay on the ground and fell asleep.

Qiu Jiang had no choice but to carry him back and carry him back into the house.

Yifei giggled on her back and said in a daze: "You are so strong that you can actually carry me."

Qiu Jiang nodded: "I have even carried the horse."

"Yo so ruthless? When? How tall is the horse?"

"Once on the mountain road, I met a girl who cried because she loved her horse and was bitten by a snake. I carried her horse down the mountain to seek medical treatment. She was very grateful and gave me a golden leaf." Fortunately, the golden leaf, she had the money to come to Biguo.

Yifei sighed: "Good intentions will be rewarded."

After arriving at the guest room, Qiu Jiang drew water to wipe Yi Fei's face. Yi Fei smiled and suddenly stopped laughing and looked at her steadily.

There was a deep emotion in his eyes.

A little sad, a little nostalgic, and a little unspeakable resentment.

Qiu Jiang's heart trembled.

Qiu Jiang said: "Sir, go to bed."

Yifei replied: "Huh? Haven't I been awake yet?"
To be continued...