FIRST DAUGHTER OF THE MAGICAL DOCTOR

Mr. Full-time

Dashun Dynasty, Tianwu, twenty-one years.

In the moon and starry night, there suddenly sounded a loud thunder that exploded in the sky, shaking the roof of the palace and shaking several times, but there was no rain.

Qin Tianjian rushed to Qiankun Palace, and knelt in front of Emperor Tianwu with a frown: "Your Majesty, the sky has changed, and the direction is to the northwest ... Feng Xing is here!"

The hand of Emperor Tianwu who was holding the teacup trembled slightly: "Northwest ..." His eyes followed the half-opened window, "By the way, Ming'er should return."

...

On a clear day, thunder also exploded in the mountain depression on Dashun's northwestern border, instantly blasting the bodies of women in mass graves.

Feng Yuheng struggled to sit among the pile of corpses, his head buzzed for a bit, and he finally woke up.

But when he opened his eyes, he was startled again by the sight of corpses everywhere.

"Damn." He blinked, removed the head resting on his lap, and then looked around, "Am I dead?"

He clearly remembered that the helicopter he was sitting in exploded, and there was no chance of survival at absolute altitude.

As a senior Marine Corps medic, he still maintained a fairly clear mind at the time of death, so Feng Yuheng was very confident that he was dead.

Right, he died, he died and he came back to life.

He stood among the dead, and moved his hands and feet.

In the next moment, strange memories suddenly flooded his mind - Feng Yuheng, 12 years old, daughter of Feng Jinyuan, the left minister of Da Shun Dynasty. 

Three years ago, my grandfather's family was punished and demoted to barren country, the father was afraid of getting involved, so he united with his grandmother to take down his mother, Yao Shi, and then help his aunt, Shen Shi.

It was not the end, and then, a fortune-teller bastard appeared out of nowhere, pointed to Feng Yuheng and said: "This girl has an evil spirit in her life, if she continues to live in the mansion, it is not the case, sooner or later he will defeat Feng. Yuheng." - yuheng." His family is ruined."

So, with a wave of his veterinary hand, his grandmother sent Feng Yuheng, Yao Shi, and younger brother Feng Zirui, who was only three years old, over, to a remote mountain village in the northwest to take care of themselves.

“I'm very tired.” After reviewing the life of its original owner like watching a rerun of a movie, Feng Yuheng had to accept reality: “I have time!”

"Don't worry!" He patted his right hand with his left hand and said comfortingly, "I understand your complaint.

Since I'm here, I won't let those who oppress you feel any better.

Feng Mansion, right? I'll finish it for you!"

Suddenly there was an******* soft in his head, and then a girl's voice floated up, just saying: "Thank you." His nerves trembled slightly, as if something was slowly missing.

Feng Yuheng lifted his lips and smiled lightly, it seemed like the original owner of this body was very unwilling to die, and he was willing to leave only after hearing his promise.

 To have such a father, to have such a family member, one must hate him!

He has always been a very committed person.

Ever since he took over her body, he naturally had to take his revenge.

Feng Yuheng patted those dirty clothes, and took a few dead people as pawns to get out of the mass grave Before he could observe the terrain, he heard a voice come——

"The girl could earn at least fifty taels of silver if she sold it to Zuihualou in Fucheng.

As long as we finish this deal, let alone marry a Gouwazi wife, even if I ask for two young children, that will be enough. "

"You have a great idea! If you dare to beg for the little one, I will go to jail with you and report this matter to Yamen!"

"OK, okay, I'll say it casually, *****, why are you talking so much nonsense!"

Feng Yuheng's brows were tied up, and the memory of his original owner spun back - his mother was seriously ill, she went to a nearby mountain to collect herbs, and suddenly fainted.

 Before he fainted, he turned his head back and saw that the man holding the stick before he could put it down was Wang Shugen, a man from the Wang family to the east of the village.

At the direction of the eight o'clock behind him, Feng Yuheng's ability to discern his position was accurate.

As the voice got closer, he lifted his waist, looked around quickly, and saw a gap with dense branches and leaves before sneaking in ...