The two black treasures of Tiangui's escaped concubine

Chapter 1 Her Vase Son
The heat wave in the dog days made people sweat all over. Hua Xiyan scratched the back of her neck with her bare hands and caught a sleepy mosquito.It shows that this heat wave is so weird that the mosquitoes are dizzy.

"mother."

A snoring sound came from the little glutinous rice dumpling beside her, who reached her knees and was dressed in black like her. It was Hua Xiyan's child in ancient times, named Hua Murong, nicknamed Muqiu, and Wooden Idiot.

I remember when she first wore it, the child was born early, lying alone beside her, Hua Xiyan didn't know the exact date of birth.Calculated by year, this child should be six years old this year.Hua Xiyan never had a child in modern times, and all her experience of raising children was learned by herself in ancient times.

What should a six-year-old be like?

Hua Xiyan has no experience and no teacher.

But compared with other children of the same age, her child is clearly different.

The childish baby fat, pink and jade carvings, eyebrows are drawn, and lips are picturesque, just like the children's version of ancient handsome men.

Every time she looks at her son's beautiful appearance, Hua Xiyan can't help but mutter in her heart: her son looks too evil, could it be from the three or one of the three common sons in ordinary novels...

Although I don't know whether the child's father is dead or alive, but if it really belongs to the three great masters, she will be shocked to the point where she is scorched on the inside and tender on the outside.

Having lived in modern times, she deeply understands the truth that handsome men can only be viewed from afar and never taken close to.

For the sake of her son's future chastity, Hua Xiyan would rather Xiao Mumu look more ordinary than an ancient star face, but she is so stupid that she can't even memorize the first sentence of the Three Character Classic after three years of memorization.

"Mother, aren't humans like pigs at the beginning?"

The six-year-old Hua Murong stands out among the children, not only because she looks like a little monster, but because she has a head like a grass vase.

"Mumu." Hua Xiyan's hand was weakly grasping her son's small shoulder, and it was the tenth time that she caught a bug in Chinese class for her son, "It's the beginning of a human being, like jade."

Xiang Huaxiyan opened her small mouth with a flowery and jade-like face, her laughter reveals the simplicity of a child, but it happens to be an overly enchanting little face, her smile can be said to be alluring, and she is fascinated by her mother Somewhat bewitched.

Hua Xiyan had no choice but to close her eyes, stretched out her fingers, pinched her son's face with a wicked smile, and said, "Turn around, recite the Three Character Classic for me twice."

"Mother." Hua Xiyan loosened her fingers, and her perfect skin regained amazing elasticity, and her little face that had just been pulled into noodle shape quickly returned to an alluring and enchanting appearance, as if she had been pinched by her mother, Hua Murong felt a little wronged She complained, "Isn't my mother good-looking too? If you don't wear a mask, a hundred young masters out of a hundred will turn their heads back."

Ginger is old and spicy after all.Hua Xiyan spit out lightly: "Your mother gave birth to you, it is a passing day, and the sun is setting. How can a woman who has given birth to a child be worth a young girl who doesn't understand human affairs."

"I'll be my mother's younger brother. No one knows that my mother gave birth to a child."

knock!
Stretching out his finger slightly, he tapped the little head that didn't know what he said.

My son doesn't know where he learned this.With a somewhat silly head, coupled with these words I don't know where I learned it, I became a unique little bastard.

Hua Murong hugged the head that had been lightly knocked by her mother, raised her head, and her small eyes lingered on her mother's beautiful profile.

His mother is really good-looking and good-looking, and she is the most beautiful woman in the world he has ever seen.Even with a fake face, but a pair of moon-like eyebrows, a pair of bright autumn eyes like the waves under the moon, the demeanor is astonishing, and the appearance is better than Xizi. To use the vulgar words of my mother to describe it, it is like sinking a fish and falling a wild goose, Close the moon and shame the flowers.

Such a beautiful and attractive woman, if any man does not want it, unless he is blind.

Hua Murong has been convinced of one thing since she was a child: If she wants to find her biological father, she has to find it from the blind man.

"Mother, tell me about my father, can his blind eyes be cured?"

Hua Xiyan didn't know what was in her son's wooden head. When her son insisted that her own father was blind, the corners of her mouth curled up strangely: "Do you want to find your father?"

"Do not want to."

This kid is really weird.After following her, I never cried for my mother like other children in single families.Although this made her breathe a sigh of relief to some extent.She didn't want to have anything to do with the child's father. She was living well with her son now, and she didn't want anyone to disturb the purity of their mother and son.

Quack, quack, a bunch of crows flew past the green mountains and white clouds above their heads.

This is Langya Mountain. The mountain is not high, there is no land reclamation, and weeds are overgrown. There is only one mountain road in the mountain for pedestrians and carriages to enter and exit.

In general, the villagers don't like to take the official road. Most of the horses driving on the official road are government horses. There are very few vehicles passing by here in a day, and it is always clean.

Who made this the most famous poverty-stricken village and poverty-stricken county in Southern Chu.

Which family in the county has a car and a horse, the common people in the county can count it with ten fingers.

Hua Xiyan and her son, Hua Murong, hid in the old locust tree with luxuriant branches and leaves. After two hours of hard work under the scorching sun, they finally saw the signs.

drive!
The coachman yanked the reins and yelled the same driving language.

The mother and son on the tree couldn't take their eyes off. They were all in black, with black cloth covering their faces, leaving only their eyes.Anyone who sees this outfit will automatically come up with two words—bandits.

But if you tell this to the mother and son, the mother and son will definitely not admit it.

They are not robbing money, they are - robbing "people"!
The reason is a long story, but it can be condensed into one sentence. It is Hua Xiyan's good neighbor who lives next door. There is a beautiful girl who is thirteen or fourteen years old. gone.Seeing the injustice on the way, Hua Xiyan brought her son to draw a sword to help.

"Mumu, stay on the tree, don't come down without mother's signal." Hua Xiyan patted her son's little shoulder and said after recognizing the sign of the county grandpa's mansion on the big carriage that was about to slip away under her nose.

Huamu nodded her head.

A gust of wind rustled through the forest, and the woman in black rode the wind down, swish, at an extremely fast speed, almost without a sound, and landed on the shaft of the car.

There was a soft sound as if a fallen leaf fell behind him, and the coachman who was driving turned around to find out.Sooner or later, the sharp silver light pierced the air, forming a flying thread, and a fine plum blossom needle in the woman's hand pierced the acupuncture point between the driver's eyes.

There was no pain, it was numb, like an electric shock, the coachman was immobilized all over his body, and couldn't move. Seeing the graceful woman in black turn around, her white and beautiful white hands wanted to lift the curtain of the carriage.

This movement, the horses pulling the cart and the people inside the carriage were not aware of it at all, and they were still walking on the mountain road at a leisurely pace.

(End of this chapter)