Although Cui Jiayuan has never been favored, she is also a serious young lady, and she will never be less suitable for food and clothing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Zijuan, as the big girl next to Cui Jiayuan, is very valued and favored by Cui Jiayuan, although as a slave, she can be raised exquisitely, but she is almost the same as the deputy lady.

She is not rough and thick-skinned, and when she is thirty boards, she only has the right to breathe.

This time, Zijuan suffered a great disaster, and no one asked a doctor for her to treat her, only using some external medicines, dragging it day by day.

At this moment, in the summer, the wound is always festering and suppurating, nausea and emitting a foul smell, others expect that she will not live long, and no one is willing to risk angering the Lu family to take care of one or two, therefore, Zijuan's condition is sinking day by day.

And Zijuan had been suffering from a fever when she was brought back, and her condition was repeated, so she didn't know that she was about to die.

When she had a high fever, Zijuan felt that her body was light and fluttering, and her soul seemed to be stripped out of her body, which was uncomfortably tight.

She had a dream.

In a dream, she saw Cui Jiayuan.

Cui Jiayuan wore a red robe, and took a hairpin inlaid with rubies and a double luan dotted with emerald silk gold, and when he walked, the steps between his temples swayed, and he was luxurious and graceful.

She asked softly, "Zijuan, how are you?"

Zijuan was a little puzzled, this kind of dress has always been the favorite of the four girls, the girl has a noble character and is cheesy, she refuses to wear red and green easily, but she likes it when she dies?

She didn't answer Cui Jiayuan's question, but asked, "Girl, why are you wearing a red dress?"

Cui Jiayuan was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "It's good to change the color." ”

Zijuan didn't think much about it, seeing Cui Jiayuan's joy washed away the slightest doubt in her heart, at this moment she just wanted to guard Cui Jiayuan and not leave a single step.

With a crying voice, she blamed herself: "Girl, the slave is incompetent, and she can't even avenge your great revenge." ”

Cui Jiayuan's hand touched Zijuan's face, gently wiped away her tears, his eyes were distressed, and said, "What do you do to avenge me? Just live well, why bother?"

Cui Jiayuan's hands brushed over Zijuan's face, the touch was too real, so that Zijuan had the illusion that Cui Jiayuan had come to life.

But how is this possible? She had seen the girl's corpse with her own eyes, and how could a dead man come back to life, and anyone who spoke of her would think she was crazy.

She looked at Cui Jiayuan in a daze, forgetting her words for a while.

Cui Jiayuan smiled: "What's wrong? Still look like this?"

"Girl......" Zijuan wiped her tears and cried: "How can the slave and maid let the girl die in vain? The girl treats the slave and maid so well, if the slave and maid know that the girl's death is strange, but they sit idly by, what has the slave become?"

Cui Jiayuan's face was moved, he sighed, and looked away with his eyes faintly.

Cui Jiayuan's complexion is very white, it is extremely red, and the inlaid ruby double luan and the emerald silk gold step shake make Cui Jiayuan have a little more grace and luxury that she did not have before, this luxury contrasts with the unique temperament on her body, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Zijuan looked at Cui Jiayuan's slightly sad and beautiful face, but it evoked memories of the past for no reason.

On that day, the spring was cold.

The dense spring rain is weaving obliquely, the water vapor is thick, the bright flowers and willows in the garden seem to be covered with a layer of light veil, and there is a quiet beauty between heaven and earth.

A woman stood in front of the window, looking into the distance with a faint gaze, and a little drizzle drifted into the window, brushing the woman's sideburns and clothes.

Zijuan walked over and persuaded, "Girl, what's so nice about this rain?" The spring rain is cold, and the cold air is carefully pounced. ”

Cui Jiayuan didn't look back, still looking into the distance in a daze. If you want to look closely, you feel that her eyes are not in place, not so much looking at the scenery, but in a fugue.

Zijuan just wanted to persuade again, but Cui Jiayuan suddenly spoke.

"Zijuan, what do you say people live for?"

Zijuan asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with the girl?"

"It's just that I suddenly can't figure it out. ”

Zijuan said with a smile: "Where do people need so many reasons to live? People are already very good when they are alive, who would like to die? Otherwise, there would be no such thing as 'it is better to live than to die'." ”

"Is that really the case?" muttered Cui Jiayuan.

Cui Jiayuan is sentimental, Zijuan only thinks that the spring rain evokes her sorrows, and she doesn't take it seriously, she says: "Naturally, that's the case." ”

"But people can't escape death after all, it's just that the length of time they live is different. Is it really that good to live in the world and camp for a lifetime?"

What others think, the slave and the maid don't know, but the slave and the maid feel that if the slave and the maid are allowed to choose, no matter how difficult it is, the slave and the maid will choose to live. ”

Cui Jiayuan retracted his gaze when he heard this, and looked at Zijuan suspiciously.

Zijuan smiled slightly and said, "Girl, most of the people who live in the world have hope in their hearts, just like Your Majesty wants the country and the people to be safe, the people want to live and work in peace and contentment, the hermit wants to go all over the world, and the great Confucian wants to be a peach and plum. If there is hope, there is a desire to live, and that is probably the reason why they want to live, right?"

Cui Jiayuan sighed and said, "I actually drilled the tip of the horns." Recently, I have been restless, and I always feel that something big is about to happen, and I don't know if it will be a matter of life and death. ”

When Zijuan heard this, a thin layer of melancholy was dyed between her eyebrows, "Does it matter if the girl wants it? If she is not happy, she can't drag it." ”

"Don't bother, it's just a dream, and everything in the dream is false, and it can't be true. Cui Jiayuan said, "You don't have to worry too much, if you really go to the doctor because of this, the fourth sister should say that you are making a fuss and have nothing to do." ”

Zijuan knew that although Cui Jiayuan didn't show any expression on his face, he still longed for family affection in his heart, thinking of what happened to Cui Jiayuan since he was a child, Zijuan couldn't help but feel a little sad, but he couldn't comfort him.

"What dreams did the girl have?" asked Zijuan.

Cui Jiayuan seemed to remember the dream at that time, and said with palpitations: "I just dreamed that I was dead, and the ninth sister killed me with a golden hairpin." ”

Zijuan's face changed greatly when she heard this, and she hurriedly covered Cui Jiayuan's mouth, looked left and right, and saw that there was no one around, so she calmed down.

She turned her head to look at Cui Jiayuan, and said disapprovingly: "Girl, don't be so big-hearted, you can't say such things." ”

Zijuan's worries are not entirely unreasonable, how many people around Cui Jiayuan are loyal? To put it bluntly, this is just a dream, if it is used by someone with a heart and reaches the ears of the Lu family and becomes Cui Jiayuan's slander of Cui Jiayin, then will their lives be lived?

They are in this embarrassing situation, not to mention trembling and treading on thin ice to survive in the cracks, but they also do not have the conditions to live arbitrarily and chicly. (To be continued.) )