Chapter 1

It's another full moon night.

In the attic, behind the screen window, there are tears of candles and shadows.

Chen Rong stood under the banyan tree, motionless, looking at the two people who were close together. Her lips were already tight unconsciously.

When the lights were on, there was a steady stream of laughter. That laugh is so happy, so brilliant, as if the world has never suffered, as if the spring flowers have never been brilliant.

A soft voice suddenly came from behind her? Don't you give up? Why are you still here? Yes, yes, in your bitterness, you promised to stay for a few nights. "

In the vicious language, a sweet smell came, and a petite figure stood on the side of Chen Rong. She followed Chen Rong's eyes, and gave her lips a hard slap when she was leaning against the figures in the attic.

However, all the envy in that eye turned to pleasure when he saw the stupefied appearance. The soft chuckle rang again, "eh, isn't that your family sister? When you try your best to squeeze her out and force the husband to marry you, you will not expect that your daughter will not belong to you after all. She will come back one day or take away what belongs to her? "

The little beauty tut Tut, she giggled: "all kinds of calculation, but it's the end. Chen's a Rong, if I were you, I'd just burn myself!"

One by one, the words of the petite beauty are aggressive and vicious. But no matter how sarcastic she was, the old rival who had been hostile to her for many years didn't say a word. This moment, has been pungent and insidious look, seems to become another person. She was just stupidly staring at the figures nestling together behind the screen, motionless and dead.

Seeing that she was silent, the little beauty giggled: "yes, I heard that Lang Jun has never been near you since he married you. Tut tut Tut, in vain, Chen's a Rong has a reputation for both talent and appearance, but until he was abandoned, you are despised by Lang Jun! "

This sentence, like a sword, stabbed Chen Rong's heart in the bloody ground!

With a shout, Chen Rong, who had been stupid, suddenly turned around.

In her eyes, there was a frightening gloom. At that moment, the little beauty could not help but step back!

Chen Rong makes a step towards the little beauty.

The little beauty was startled. As she retreated, she cried out, "what are you going to do?"

In the face of the frightened beauty, Chen Rong smiled coldly. Unconsciously, she had forced the beauty to lean on a banyan tree.

When the little beauty screamed with fright, there was a flash of cold light, a "Ding -" sound, a short sword went through her hair and sideburns, and it was heavily inserted into the trunk, straight into the third!

"Ah --"

the petite beauty screamed.

"Shut up!"

When Chen Rong drinks it, it's very cold and full of evil spirit. The little beauty closed her lips in response.

Chen Rong stared at her. In the moonlight, her eyes were black and bright, dark and bright, as deep as a wolf!

She stared at her and said coldly, "originally, I wanted to kill you with this sword. But just think about it, you are very good at hypocrisy, and you are generally valued by him. If I keep you, I can still give my sister some heartache. "

Chen Rong said that and swished his dagger back. Just as the sword entered the sleeve, a rush of footsteps came. Several guards shouted, "who is here?" "But assassins?"

"Nothing." Two women came back at the same time.

At this time, the guards also saw the two women. They looked at each other and retreated: Chen and Lu had never been together. As long as they were together, they would be very busy. They were used to it.

As soon as the guards retreated, Chen Rong shook his long sleeves and turned away.

Lumei looked at her far back. For some reason, she suddenly felt cold. She shivered a little. At this moment, she was thinking that a man as proud as Chen, who is infatuated with a ruthless man like Lang Jun, is also pitiful.

Thinking of this, Miss Lu sighed, and went to her yard with no interest.

Lu Mei stepped into the courtyard and suddenly heard the noise of Dongxiang courtyard. She turned back abruptly, only to see the smoke billowing in the East, and the fire was dim.

"Running, running --"

in the sound of rushing to drink and run, Miss Lu's heart leaped. She couldn't even put on her outer clothes, so she rushed to the East chamber. It was Chen Rong's courtyard. With the woman's strong and ruthless character, she might have listened to her and raised fire.

When Miss Lu hurried to see the direction of the main hall, her husband and his newly married wife were also running to the East chamber.

Three people came to the East Wing at the same time.

Just stepped into the courtyard door, suddenly, a crazy laugh came, which was filled with endless pain, hatred and regret.

Lu Meimei rushes for a few steps, looks up suddenly, then the face is white as snow!

In the "crackling" sound, the eastern loft has collapsed for the most part, leaving only the westernmost wall still standing there, but it is also shaking, rolling smoke filled the whole courtyard. Fire rolling, that attack Luoyi, with the long hair and long smile, is not Chen Rong?She, she's serious!

Lumei's face is gray. She staggers back and exits! At this moment, an indescribable pity and sadness swept her!

All of a sudden, she heard Lang Jun's command coming from her side, "help people, help people --"

after a few quick drinks, she heard Lang Jun ask to the left and right: "how did the fire start?"

"It's Madame, No. It's Chen's drinking to give us back and light our own fire."

Langjun was obviously shocked. He turned around to look at Chen Rong in the fire. His indifferent voice sounded in the night sky. "Chen Rong, what are you suffering from?"

In the middle of the sky, under the bright red flame, Lang Jun's handsome and dignified face was filled with a touch of undisguised amazement.

Chen Rong in the fire didn't answer. She just kept her eyes on Lang Jun and laughed crazily. She raised her head and spread out her arms. She laughed hoarsely, like a long song or a big cry. With a flame flying around her, her laughter with pain became louder and crazier.

Seeing this, Langjun frowned. With a wave of his hand, he said coldly, "since she wants to die, let her be." When he said this, he turned around and left with his long sleeves, leaving behind the woman who was gradually consumed by the flames.

Lu Mei Mei looked at the back of her husband in astonishment. At this moment, a kind of deep-seated chill attacked her. She hurriedly turned around to look at Chen Rong. What she saw was that she laughed harder. But with a smile and a smile, Miss Lu clearly saw that two lines of tears fell from her face like pearls, dripping into the fire and turning into ashes! She saw more clearly that Chen Rong's frantic laughter gradually turned into a chuckle. In the laughter of mocking pain, Lu Meimei heard Chen Rong scream again and again: "why! Why! Why... "

The laughter was getting smaller and smaller, and gradually it turned to nothingness.

"Ah --"

the scream tore the night sky, and Chen Rongteng sat up straight, his hands on his chest, and gasped for breath.

After gasping for a while, she got out of bed and collapsed. She looked at the bronze mirror on several cases with the butter lamp.

The little girl in the bronze mirror is exquisite and beautiful. At this moment, her face is dripping with cold sweat and her eyes are still full of panic and madness.

She slowly raised her sleeves and wiped the sweat off her face.

A quick and disordered footsteps came from the compartment, and a gentle and concerned voice came from behind the doorsill

Chen Rong turned around. She took a breath and said, "nothing now."

A woman's head stretched out from behind the doorsill. She looked at Chen Rong's back carefully and said in a low voice, "there are my people in the south, so please be relieved."

"I know. Step back."

Listening to the footsteps, Chen Rong stretched out his sleeve again to wipe away the sweat, turned around and walked to several cases, knelt down to himself in the bronze mirror.

In the bronze mirror, the beautiful green girl is looking back at her with a pair of black eyes.

Chen Rong's corner of the mouth slowly raised, showing a thin white teeth, she gently said: "in the past, it will not appear again, right?"

The man in the mirror smiles back at her.

Looking at such a smile, Chen Rong looks very satisfied. She stands up, picks up the horn comb from the table, and slowly combs the messy long hair.

In the bronze mirror, she has a face that belongs to 14-5 years old, which has not been opened yet. It is clear and bright in the green.

She's back.

All the craziness, all the infatuation, all the obsession, all the hate and pain, have become memories after waking up!

She clearly remembered what she had experienced later, but she was still 15 years old!

She's still her, nothing has changed. The only change is time. Heaven made a joke for her and let her come to the time when nothing happened.

In this year, she and all Pingcheng people, because of the approaching war, moved to the south in a hurry, returned to her family, and then met the magic barrier!

But now it's not the magic barrier. Chen Rong smiled at the bronze mirror. She reached out and stroked her face, and said in a low voice, "you used to be stubborn and do stupid things. Since the heaven has made you come back, you should be the one to hold the new chess game, Chen Rong. Do you think so? "

People in the mirror, once again give her a very brilliant smile!