Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife

Dashun Dynasty, Tianwu, twenty-one years.

On the night of Yuelang Xingqing, a thunder suddenly exploded into the sky, and the roof inside the palace shook with a few tremors, but there was no rain.

Qin Tian Jian Jian is hurrying to Qiankun Hall, kneeling in front of Emperor Tian Wu with a thud: "Emperor, the sky is moving, northwest direction ... Fengxing is here!"

Tianwu Emperor's hand carrying Cha Zhan shuddered slightly: "Northwest ..." His eyes were sent out along the half-open window. "Speaking of it, Ming'er should come back."

...

On a sunny day, thunder also exploded in a mountain dew on the northwest border of Dashun, directly exploding a female corpse in the mass grave.

Feng Yuheng struggled to sit up among the piles of corpses, and his head was buzzing, finally finally awake.But as soon as he opened his eyes, the dead bodies startled her again.

"I'm leaning." She blinked and removed a person's head resting on her leg, and then looked around at the surrounding environment, "Am I dead?"

She clearly remembered that the helicopter she was sitting on exploded. There was no chance of surviving at an absolute height. As a senior medical officer of the Marine Corps, she still kept a clear head at the moment of death. , So Feng Yuheng is quite sure that he is dead.

That's right, it was dead, and it was alive again.

She stood up among the dead and moved her arms and legs. The next moment, a strange memory suddenly popped into her head-Feng Yuheng, 12 years old, Dashun's daughter, Feng Jinyuan.Three years ago, the grandfather's family was convicted and condemned. The father was afraid of being implicated. The grandmother and his grandmother demoted the mother Yao's to the court, and then the Shen's aunt Fu was straightened.

This is not finished yet. Immediately afterwards, I do n’t know where a fortune-telling king bastard came from, pointing at Feng Yuheng and saying, "This girl has a fate in her life. If she stays in Fufu, she will win Feng sooner or later. The house of the family was destroyed. "

The grandmother's veteran waved Feng Yuheng, Yao, and his younger brother Feng Zirui, who had just turned three years old, to a remote northwest mountain village and died on their own.

"I'm tired." Just like watching the movie replay, after reviewing the life of the original owner, Feng Yuheng had to accept a reality: "Through!"

Different eras, different ages, different life experiences, different appearances, the only thing that is the same, only one name.

"Reassure!" She patted her right hand with her left hand and said comfortably: "I understand your grievances, since I'm here, I won't let those who bullied you get better. Fengfu, right, this account I will settle it for you! "

Suddenly a soft sigh came from her mind, and then a girl's voice floated, just saying: "Thank you." Her nerves shuddered a little, as if something had gone away.

Feng Yuheng raised his lips and smiled, it seems that the original owner of this body died very unwillingly, and he only left after hearing her promise.But ... there is such a dad, there is such a family of so-called loved ones, it should be hated!

She has always been a person with a lot of promises. Since it takes up the body of others, this hatred will naturally be reported.

Feng Yuheng patted the dirty cloth of Dir Baraji and took a few dead people to the ground and climbed out of the burial pit. Without waiting to observe the terrain, he heard a voice coming from—

"That girl sold to Fucheng's Zuihualou to get at least fifty-two silver. We just have to make this sale, let alone marry a daughter-in-law to Gouwazi, that's enough for me to ask for two smaller ones."

"The beauty you want! Dare to beg for the small, I will fight with you and go to jail to report this to the Yamen!"

"Okay, I will casually say, so much nonsense, you mother-in-law!"

Feng Yuheng's eyebrows knotted, and the memory of the original owner rolled up again—the mother was seriously ill. She went to the nearby mountains to gather herbs and was suddenly stunned.After fainting, he glanced at it, and the man who hadn't had time to put down his stick was Wang Shugen, the man from the village of the village's head.

In the direction of eight o'clock behind him, Feng Yuheng was able to distinguish the position accurately. As the voice got closer and closer, her cat lifted her waist and looked around quickly, glancing at a seam with dense foliage ...