Until it was dark, Qian Zhiyu did not wait for Qinghua. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ahem, ahem—"

Why didn't the girl come back? Isn't it going to run away with the last of her money? Her money won't be so unlucky! Even the dowry maid is gone?

The whole secluded courtyard was gradually enveloped in darkness, and the room was pitch black.

Qian Zhiyu dragged his weak body and struggled out of bed, trying to light a lamp for himself.

Bang dang -

Maybe it was because she hadn't gotten out of bed for too long, and as soon as she touched the ground, her legs went limp, and she fell on her heels, and the whole person hit the table. She tried to reach for the table, but she couldn't touch anything, and her legs were too weak to support her to stand......

That's it, that's it.

Weak, Qian Zhiyu gave up and slowly climbed back to the bed.

There is a moon these nights, the house is simple, and the faint moonlight can be sprinkled directly into the inner room.

cough, cough cough -

Qian Zhiyu coughed from time to time, looking at the simple house that seemed to be broken and ruined under the faint moonlight, everything in front of her was like a terrifying-looking giant monster, pressing her body and pinching her throat......

She was originally the most afraid of the dark, but now she didn't feel it at all when she saw the scene she was most afraid of.

What she is most afraid of now is death, afraid of dying in such a poor and remote place, afraid that no one will know if she dies, and most importantly, she is afraid that she will die unjustly like this, and there is no one to avenge her.

She stared straight at the room, the fear of death coming over her repeatedly. Tears flowed unconsciously, how much she missed her mother, missed ...... Daddy, I even miss the noisy Qian Mansion that jumps at every turn.

…………

Throughout the night, Qian Zhiyu watched the dim room brighten little by little, until the morning light dimmed.

This night, this room is like a coffin.

Now, there is finally sparse movement around.

"Ahh

Qian Zhiyu's ears were sharp, and he vaguely heard screams in the distance.

"Ahem, ahem—"

She is still in dire straits, how can she care about getting so much.

Moment.

A maid walked in with trembling steps, her face was like ashes, she looked at Qian Zhiyu on the sickbed a few times, and said in a calm voice: "Qian Niang...... Kiyoka is dead. ”

Qian Zhiyu's eyelashes trembled, "What did you say?" cough, cough, cough ......"

"Qinghua fell into the well and drowned." The maid buried her head and tried her best to hide her crying.

Qian Zhiyu grabbed the futon fiercely and tried his best to control his emotions, "Ahem...... When was this? ”

"Yesterday."

"Who are you?" She glanced at the maid in front of the bed, "Everyone else avoids me like a snake and scorpion, why did you come to the door to report the funeral?" ”

"Slave, slave, slave, ......" the maid swallowed.

"Didn't you kill Qinghua?"

"The slave is wronged!" The maid continued to bury her head, "Qinghua has been kind to me, how can I harm her, I, I am the maid of Da Langjun's place......"

"Da Lang-kun?"

That is Li Longji's eldest son Li Sizhi, five years old this year, and his mother Liu Niang.

"Ahem, ahem...... Tell me honestly, how did Qinghua die? ”

"The slave didn't know, this morning I heard that there was a corpse in the well, and the slave and maid went to see it and found out that it was Qinghua. Sister Qinghua is a good person, why did she die like this......" The little maid said and couldn't help whimpering.

"How old are you?"

"After the New Year, the slave and maid will be fifteen."

"Would you like to...... cough, cough...... Go and help me get Lang Zhong? Qian Zhiyu can only hope for the little girl in front of him at this moment.

"Slave, slave, slave ......" The little maid suddenly knelt down with a puff, and said with a cry: "Slave and maid don't dare!" The slave and maid have sneaked over this time, if you let Liu Niangzi know, you have to break the slave's legs, woo woo, I'm sorry......"

Qian Zhiyu just wanted to speak, but the little maid hurriedly got up, "I'm sorry!" Then he quickly exited the house, not daring to even turn his head back.

Qian Zhiyu looked at the little maid who ran away, and felt very ironic, what did she do wrong, why did everyone avoid her like a snake and scorpion? Why! She didn't expect that she, who was only eighteen years old, would eventually die on this sickbed.

She's not reconciled!

…………

On this day, there was a strange scene in Luzhou City.

A sick woman dressed in silk and satin staggered and struggled into a carriage, and the coachman was inexplicably frightened when he encountered such a strange thing, dressed so decently, but looked as if he had climbed out of a coffin, and ran out alone, who knew who it was, so he chased the woman out of the car.

Unexpectedly, the woman hugged the frame of the carriage and said that she would either die in the carriage or go to Langzhong.

After a moment of stalemate, the coachman finally became more reluctant. He figured out that the woman in front of him was there to survive. If he insisted on driving her out of the carriage, he was afraid that she would be thundered by the sky.

Eventually, the driver drove to the bazaar to find Langzhong.

After Lang Zhong checked the pulse, he was shocked, "Why are you begging for death?" "If you want to die, you shouldn't choose this way to die.

Qian Zhiyu, who was extremely weak, looked ignorant, and didn't understand what Lang Zhong was talking about.

"Do you know that you take poison every day?"

Hearing the words of Qian, his pupils dilated infinitely......

"It's not that I'm alarmist, if I eat one more day, I will definitely die......"

As soon as Lang Zhong stopped talking, Qian Zhiyu fainted.

…………

When I woke up again, it was three days later.

Qian Zhiyu is still staying in Langzhong's pharmacy, and his condition has been relieved.

Nearly ten days later, she was almost cured. She used the money left by the princess to pay off the medicine, and then kowtowed to Lang Zhong with a serious look.

Lang Zhong was at a loss, "It is my job to cure the sick and save people, and the girl doesn't have to be so ......"

Before he finished speaking, Qian Zhiyu had already turned around and went out, and couldn't wait to walk towards the palace.

Everyone in the house was surprised to see that the lady who was obviously terminally ill more than ten days ago was standing in front of them healthy today. No one can forget the situation when Qian Niangzi climbed out of the gate of the palace that day, just like a ghost, they all thought she died outside......

"What? I haven't seen you for a few days, and I can't even bow to it? Qian Zhiyu stood in front of the maids, snorting coldly with a calm face.

"Money, money lady is fine!" The maids hurriedly blessed themselves and said goodbye.

Qian Zhiyu didn't say a word, and walked straight around them towards the inside, and the maids all turned to look at her back, feeling faintly uneasy.

After entering the mansion, Qian Zhiyu went straight to the princess's courtyard.

The princess treated each other politely, ordered the maid to pour tea and snacks, and looked at Qian Zhiyu's eyes quite complicated.

Qian Zhiyu's expression was faint, "I came back alive and scared the princess, right?" ”

"Do you blame me for not saving you?"

"The princess left me a lot of money, and she has saved me."

"Then you ......"

"I came here to thank the princess for saving her life, I am a person who will repay kindness and revenge." The words of money are serious.

The princess sighed softly, "Since you have picked up a life, I advise you not to fight her." Don't say it's you, even I, I don't dare to fight her. In today's Linzi Palace, the origin is not important, the important thing is to get the heart of the prince and give birth to heirs. ”

Now Li Longji has two sons, and his most beloved youngest son Li Siqian is from Zhao Niang, who is more than two years old.

Qian Zhiyu lowered his eyes and was silent.

"Now that you've recovered, move back to your original yard, and I'll find you a few more capable maids. Chang'an passed the word that the prince will not return to Luzhou until the New Year, and in the next few days, you should recuperate and think about how to do things. The princess said leisurely.

The hand holding the skirt was finally slowly released, Qian Zhiyu was expressionless, and got up to greet the princess, "Thank you princess for mentioning it." ”