Смертная любовь в эпоху Северной Сун

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On the first day, I lay on the Simmons mattress, eyes wide open, and spent the difficult day in a daze.

The next day, she lay on the Simmons mattress again. Staring at the ceiling, she began to think, recalling every moment since she transmigrated to the Eastern Dynasty—the joys and sorrows, the love and hate entanglements with those around her. It all felt like a fleeting dream, so unreal. She wondered, if she woke up, could she pretend that everything had vanished, never having happened?

On the third day, she was still lying on the Simmons mattress. She gradually emerged from her confusion and realized that avoidance wasn't the solution. Since fate had arranged things this way, there must be a reason. She had to face it bravely and resolutely, and live on! She only allowed herself three days of confusion, three days of self-deception. After these three days, from now on, she would once again live as someone else.

Just as the clock struck midnight, at the very moment she resolved to forget the past and live on with strength, seven bright stars outside her window once again aligned in an arc. An eerie light streamed through the spotless French windows, slowly seeping into her body. In an instant, the light illuminated the entire room, dazzling and brilliant…

Volume Three: Looking Back to Where Love Has Always Been, Chapter One: Gouwa's Mother

On Mount Tian, a Taoist priest with a long white beard gazed at the celestial phenomena, calculated with his fingers, and revealed a meaningful smile: "It's time. She should return..."

She felt like a small boat bobbing up and down, adrift and unable to find her center of gravity. A huge rock pressed against her chest, a suffocating, oppressive feeling that made it hard to breathe, a maddening sense of suffocation driving her to the brink of collapse! Her head throbbed with pain, and she could hear the rushing sound of water in her ears, clear liquid gushing into her ear canals and nostrils, screaming wildly, as if trying to engulf her entirely…

As consciousness gradually returned, the burning pain in her lungs made her want to cry out, but as soon as her lips parted, endless liquid rushed in, making her realize her current predicament!

Holding her breath, she tried to move her arms and legs with all her might, but was horrified to find that her limbs were tied up! Even worse, she realized that she seemed to have been put into something that looked like a pig cage!

Who dares to harm her like this! A despicable person! She'd better not let her catch her!

The fear of death ignited a burst of power within her. With a muffled thud from underwater, the ropes binding her snapped as she forcefully broke free. With a splash, Rongyue surfaced, spewing a long jet of water from her mouth, her eyes closed as she gasped for breath. The fresh air that rushed into her lungs infused her with life force; savoring the sensation, she greedily inhaled, an unprecedented sense of comfort coursing through her body…

The sound of splashing water not far away caught her attention.

Her gaze swept over, and she was astonished to find a small body struggling and thrashing about in the water less than a meter away. The little face, wet with water, was filled with terror, and it was making whimpering noises as if calling for someone...

Without a second thought, Rongyue pushed off with both legs and swam towards the little boy like an arrow. She lifted his slowly sinking body, pulled the little boy's head out of the water, and kept slapping his back to make him spit out some of the water he had swallowed.

"Cough cough—" After coughing several times and breathing rapidly for a long while, the little boy seemed to have switched sides slightly. He opened his big, watery eyes and looked around at the watery mess with fear. When he saw Rongyue holding him, he seemed afraid that she would run away, so he tried to hold on to her tightly with both hands. He opened his pink little mouth and started to wail loudly.

That brat is so noisy! I should have just let him fend for himself!

Frustrated, Rongyue raised her eyebrows and ignored the crying little girl. She looked around, trying to understand her current situation.

As soon as she looked up, Rongyue saw a group of ancient people on the shore, each with a different expression, dressed in coarse linen and resembling villagers.

His expression froze.

Could it be that she has traveled back in time?

He hurriedly looked down at her reflection in the water. Almond eyes, willow eyebrows, delicate nose, cherry lips—it was still the same face, seemingly the same as she had been three days ago. But something felt off, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was...

It seems she's finally traveled back in time. Is it fun for fate to play these tricks on her, sending her back and forth like this?!

Taking a deep breath, she pulled the little one into her arms, and with one hand, she swam vigorously towards the opposite bank...

As soon as they got ashore, they were surrounded by villagers.

Rongyue glanced warily at the unfriendly-looking crowd, wondering what was going on. Just then, a plump, well-dressed middle-aged woman walked through the crowd, stood in front of Rongyue, put her hands on her hips, looked at her arrogantly, and her face was full of jealousy.

"You shameless little slut, even drowning you in a pig cage couldn't kill you. It seems your life is so cheap that even the King of Hell won't take you! Bah!"

Slowly raising her sleeve to wipe the dirty saliva from her face, Rongyue stared expressionlessly at the fleshy face that was smeared like a monkey's buttocks, her eyes like sharp ice blades, chilling to the bone, making the woman opposite her feel a chill.

What's there to be afraid of! With so many people here, how could a weak woman like her, who can't even kill a chicken, possibly eat her? Ignoring the shock that Rongyue's sharp gaze brought her, she cheered herself up, widened her narrow eyes, and met Rongyue's gaze defiantly.

Just then, a fat man with big ears in the crowd tugged at the fat woman's sleeve, hesitantly saying, "Mother of the child, I think we should let it go, she..."

"Shut up! Fine, even now you're still on that bitch's side. Looks like you still have feelings for her!" She grabbed the man's ear with one hand and pointed a finger at Rongyue's nose, roaring angrily, "That bitch—"

With the sound of bones breaking, the fat woman, who had just been arrogant, howled like a pig being slaughtered, her wrists twisted behind her back by Rongyue.

Cold sweat covered her fleshy face, and the immense pain made her unable to speak coherently: "Quick, quick, get her away from me—"

The crowd snapped out of their daze and were about to pull her away when, before they could make a move, the fat woman let out another piercing wail, even more agonizing and terrifying than the first, shocking everyone present.

He retracted his left foot, which had been poking at the soft flesh of her abdomen, and, before it even touched the ground, spun in the air and kicked again with deadly accuracy. He retracted, kicked again, retracted again, kicked again—over and over, seemingly without end. All that could be heard were muffled thuds, like drumsticks striking a leather drum submerged in deep water. The sounds weren't loud, but they were incredibly shocking to everyone present!

The people of the isolated village had never seen anything like it. Terrified, they forgot to react, their eyes fixed on the rising and falling toes. In the instant it swooped down like a fierce eagle, every onlooker felt a shiver run down their spine, as if that foot had struck their own body…

The wails grew fainter and fainter until finally, only a faint, inaudible humming sound could be heard.

The surrounding area was littered with her vomit from the previous night, mixed with his vomit of black blood. A stench filled the air, making everyone want to vomit.

With her foot retracted, Rongyue coldly glanced at the stunned villagers: "Anyone who isn't afraid of death, come on up!"

His chilling tone carried a captivating majesty that instilled fear and compelled submission.

Everyone present, including the fat man, shook their heads tremblingly.

Upon seeing the fat man, Rongyue recalled what the woman had just said, and her heart suddenly tightened.

What is our relationship?

When Rongyue's sharp gaze swept over him, the man's legs trembled so badly that he almost fell to the ground.

"I...I...we're not...we're not related..."

"Nothing's wrong? Really? But why does your wife seem to be saying things that are kind of ambiguous between us?"

Thinking that Rongyue's next target for settling scores was him, he naturally took her question as an interrogation.

His two fat hands practically fluttered like electric fans: "No, no, it's not my fault. My wife forced me to say that. It's not my fault, it really has nothing to do with me..."

When everyone realized they had been tricked, their expressions turned angry as they looked at the couple.

Knowing that it had nothing to do with the fat man, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.