The Nine Reincarnations are Unleashed, and the Sickly Villain Heroine Arrives

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Tianwu Zhenshi thirty-eight years.

The ninth day of February.

A piece of pure white snow adds a touch of cold color to Kyoto.

It's been a cold day for several days, the land is covered with ice and snow, and the air seems to be freezing.

This year, Jiang Qianqiu is ten years old, and it has been six years since Shen Shuqiu came to this world.

This scene seemed familiar, as if I was back in the thatched house in Blackstone Town that could be crushed by heavy snow at any time.

Shen Shuqiu sat casually on the steps of the other courtyard, not knowing what he was thinking.

An uneasy feeling filled his body, and Shen Shuqiu knew that something bad was coming.

The last time I felt this way was two years ago, and if that was just a wake-up call, this time it was really coming.

"Hey! What are you thinking about? You are so serious. You don't even know I'm here."

Suddenly, a clear female voice came from beside me.

Shen Shuqiu came to his senses and knew that Wen Yuning was here without even thinking about it.

In the past two years, Wen Yuning often came to see him.

Wen Yuning even expressed her feelings to him, but Shen Shuqiu refused without thinking.

He is a person who is about to die and is not from this world, so why should he bother others.

Although he had refused many times and had shown himself to be a thousand miles away from others, Wen Yuning always rushed forward without hesitation.

Shen Shuqiu felt complicated about Wen Yuning, which made him not know how to face it.

"What are you doing here?"

Shen Shuqiu's voice was always lukewarm.

"I'm giving you and Qianqiu clothes. I knitted them myself, just like the one I'm wearing."

Wen Yuning didn't care and said with a smile.

Only then did Shen Shuqiu turn around and look at Wen Yuning.

She was wearing a snow-white fox fur. She held her chin in her hands and looked at Shen Shuqiu with a smile. There were two folded clothes in her arms.

Wen Yuning put the clothes in Shen Shuqiu's hands, then stood up and turned 365 degrees on the snow without blind spots.

The light figure is like a snow lotus blooming in the snow, bright and white.

Wen Yuning's eyes curled into crescent moons and she said with a smile: "How is it! Does it look good?"

"So you've been tinkering with this at home these past few days?" Shen Shuqiu said.

Wen Yuning stood beside her and said, "That's right! I've been making clothes for someone at home, but it's a pity that that heartless person didn't even come to see me."

Shen Shuqiu fell silent.

No wonder, Shen Shuqiu was wondering why Wen Yuning never showed up these days. He thought it was because she was relieved, but it turned out that she wanted to make clothes for him and Qianqiu with her own hands.

"Yu Ning, have you ever considered changing to someone else?"

Shen Shuqiu murmured with his throat rolling.

"So Shen Shuqiu, do you have to tell me this every time I come to see you? Everything I do is of my own free will, and I don't need you to guide me if I like it."

Wen Yuning's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

Shen Shuqiu smiled bitterly. Every time he mentioned this, Wen Yuning got angry with him.

"Yu Ning, I really don't like you, so please stop disturbing my life, okay?"

Shen Shuqiu looked at Wen Yuning seriously and forced his tone to become cold.

The second stage of changes was coming, and Shen Shuqiu didn't want to involve other people's emotions at this juncture.

Looking at Shen Shuqiu's cold eyes, Wen Yuning's body trembled slightly, a sharp pain arose in her heart, and the corners of her eyes became a little warm.

Wen Yuning stared with tears in her eyes: "Do you really hate me so much? Do you really not care about me at all?"

Shen Shuqiu didn't look at her or speak, his expression as cold as frost.

Wen Yuning knew that this was his answer, and rushed out the door while holding back her tears.

Shen Shuqiu clearly saw the tears falling down Wen Yuning's face from the corner of his eye.

But he had to do this to completely end Wen Yuning's concern.

Wen Yuning, who rushed out of the gate of the other courtyard, could no longer hold back. Her whole body was drained of strength and she leaned against the wall with tears streaming down her face.

Wen Yuning's heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp blade, and the severe pain almost made her faint.

"Are you OK."

A voice sounded.

Wen Yuning raised her pretty face full of tears, and a pretty little girl appeared in front of her.

The person in front of him was Jiang Qianqiu.

Looking at this face, Wen Yuning thought of everything that had happened in the past two years.

From the beginning, Jiang Qianqiu exuded malice towards her and tried to prevent her from getting close to Shen Shuqiu.

Slowly, Wen Yuning began to hate this little girl more and more.

But later she learned about the little girl's life experience from Shen Shuqiu, and Wen Yuning put down those emotions, even though

Jiang Qianqiu still blocked her as always.

Wen Yuning had a ridiculous thought in her heart. Jiang Qianqiu seemed to have that kind of thought towards his husband.

With the gradual contact, Wen Yuning became more certain of this idea. This may be the intuition among women.

Later, a strange feeling developed, as if Wen Yuning was competing for a man with a girl of several years old.

But now, she didn't need to worry. Wen Yuning felt very painful and tired.

Maybe I've always been pretentious.

Wen Yuning laughed to herself: "It's okay."

Then she held on to the wall and slowly walked away, leaving this other courtyard that made her sad.

Jiang Qianqiu stopped where he was and looked at Wen Yuning's leaving figure without looking back for a long time.

In the past, Jiang Qianqiu might have said something sarcastic. She didn't want her husband to be taken away by others.

Now Jiang Qianqiu couldn't say such words, and Wen Yuning's back gradually disappeared from sight.

Jiang Qianqiu opened the door and saw Shen Shuqiu sitting on the steps at first sight, wondering what he was thinking.

When he got closer, he found that there were folded clothes in Shen Shuqiu's arms. When he thought about Wen Yuning, he guessed that it was from her, but he didn't know what happened here just now. Why did Wen Yuning, who had always been playful, cry? and leave.

"Sir." Jiang Qianqiu shouted.

Shen Shuqiu came back to his senses and said, "Qianqiu is back."

Looking at Shen Shuqiu's absent-minded look, Jiang Qianqiu pursed her lips and said nothing. She felt that her husband must be in a bad mood now.

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...

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past three months, Wen Yuning never came to see Shen Shuchou again.

Shen Shuqiu didn't hear any news about Wen Yuning, but Wen Qingning came once during this period.

She just asked him what happened between them. When Wen Yuning returned to the house, she locked herself in the sun for a whole day, hoping that Shen Shuqiu could visit.

Shen Shuqiu only hesitated slightly before refusing.

Finally, Wen Qingning left after seeing no results, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

After that, the days became dull, but Shen Shuchou's mood became more and more restless day by day.

June is the height of summer.

On the 7th, a piece of news quickly swept the entire Kyoto.

The third prince Zhao Hongye teamed up with the monks to seduce the Black Armored Army and launched a long-planned massacre in the Jinluan Hall of the imperial court.

A total of one hundred and thirty ministers died tragically, including the first-grade, first-grade, second-grade, prime minister, Taifu and Taibao all died in the Jinluan Hall.

Even the remaining seven princes and six princesses were not spared.

When the emperor, Zhao Ji had his head cut off and hung in the main hall.

And the remaining officials with small positions didn't even have a chance to resist.

In an instant, there were countless casualties and corpses, and blood soaked in the magnificent hall.

In addition, the residences of several important officials were ransacked by the Black Armored Army.

A series of mansions including Prime Minister Wen's Mansion, Taibao Li's Mansion, Shangshu, etc. were all encircled and suppressed by black-armored soldiers.

For a time, the entire Kyoto was filled with blood and fighting, with corpses, burning, killing and looting everywhere.

When he heard the news again, Shen Shuqiu knew that changes had begun.