The boundless silence, not a single sound could be heard, and it felt like the wild grass spreading in the four fields was breathless.

Except for silence, there is boundless darkness, and you can't see the road ahead

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a warm hand seemed to grab my hand, and a voice sounded: "How is Miss?" Haven't woken up yet? ”

"Miss? When will Lao Tzu become a young lady" Wang Wei was very angry, "You are a young lady, your whole family is a young lady......"

"Huh" opened his eyes to see which one didn't have long eyes, and actually called himself Miss.

The little girl standing by the bed saw that the person on the bed opened her eyes, and shouted in surprise to another little girl who was immersed in needlework: "Helu, quick, go and tell Madame, Mademoiselle is awake." ”

The little girl known as Helu couldn't help but put down what she was holding, "Really? He stretched his head over to look, hurriedly dropped the things in his hand and lifted the curtain and ran out, followed by a distant footsteps.

"What's going on?" Looking at the little girl in front of her with her hair combed and wearing ancient costumes, and seeing the carved beams and paintings of the bed she was lying on, Wang Wei felt that her brain was clouded.

"Who are you? Where is this? Subconsciously asked.

The little maid was taken aback: "Miss, the slave is Lanxiang, you don't recognize the slave?" ”

Wang Wei looked at Lan Xiang with innocent eyes and did not make a sound

It was like a basin of cold water poured down from the head and drenched the orchid incense: "Miss, are you okay?" Don't you scare me? ”

When the situation of the enemy is unknown, it is better to remain silent. Wang Wei thought this sentence was true.

didn't get an answer, Lan Xiang's eyes were covered with a layer of moisture: "The old lady is gone, the old lady is also sick, Miss, you have another good ...... Woowoo...... It's all those people from Xifu...... Woowoo woo ......"

This kid's imagination is really ............

Wang Wei lacks resistance to children's tears, every time the ten-year-old niece tears first-class tears will sign a lot of unequal treaties unprincipledly, seeing Lan Xiang crying non-stop, she had to helplessly comfort: "Don't cry, I'm fine"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Wei was stupid, she was very sure that the words that just came out of her mouth were not her own voice

What's going on?

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in my head, and I crossed over? "Bring the mirror"

Miss is fine, Lan Xiang let out a long breath, wiped her tears, put her heart back in her stomach, and turned around to take a small mirror carved with plum blossoms in front of the dresser.

Wang Wei stretched out her hand and took it.

Although the bronze mirror is a little blurry, the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the mirror can still be seen clearly.

Long eyebrows into the sideburns, eye waves, red lips and white teeth, and more importantly, the face, that face is actually the face of a teenage girl.

Depend on! Really crossed.

For a while, Wang Wei felt that there were thousands of troops and horses galloping in her head, and she didn't have time to think about it, so she saw the door curtain lifted, and three people came in, the woman led by was about thirty years old, thin, her eyes were bloodshot, her black hair was combed with a fallen horse bun, and she hurriedly walked towards her bed, followed by two people, one was a girl named Helu who had just gone out, and the other was also a woman in her thirties and forties, with a big disc face, a rich body, and a very kind look.

"God bless" The emaciated woman wiped her eyes with a white handkerchief, gently took Wang Wei's hand and said: "Yue'er, you can be regarded as awake, if you don't wake up, your mother ......" Children are the hearts of their parents, and they can't talk about sadness anymore

The round-faced woman saw that the atmosphere in the room was gloomy, and changed her mind: "Miss, you haven't eaten for three days, are you hungry?" What do you want to eat, the old slave told the kitchen to make it for you."

When the emaciated woman heard this, she tucked Wang Wei's quilt and said, "Let the kitchen stew some chicken soup and get some millet porridge."

"Sister, sister, I brought you your favorite crystal cake"

With this glutinous sound, a seven or eight-year-old little boy with a thin white porcelain plate crossed the threshold and ran in, put the white porcelain plate on the edge of the bed, grabbed a piece of crystal cake and stuffed it into Wang Wei's mouth, and said while stuffing: "Sweet or not?" ”

Wang Wei opened her mouth and took a bite, looking at the pair of shiny black grape-like eyes, she couldn't help but nod her head again and again: "Sweet, so sweet"

The emaciated woman looked at her children dotingly, smiled, reached out and rubbed her son's head, and the little boy snuggled into his mother's arms

The round-faced woman looked at the warm scene in front of her, wiped her eyes, and went to the kitchen with a smile on her face