On a sunny day, there were two dry thunders on the rumble, which made people feel inexplicable palpitations. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xia Wenshu, who was sleeping on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes.

Her head ached, and the corner of her forehead was a swollen bag, torn flesh and a strange-smelling brown paste that almost fainted again.

But the maid in front of her was still tirelessly painting, and when she opened her eyes, she said with a look of surprise: "Miss, you are finally awake." ”

Xia Wenshu sat up and brushed away the maid's hand, her eyes were attentive but a little suspicious.

At this moment, she only wants to ask herself two questions: Who am I and where am I?

But she looked around, and felt very familiar, as if she had lived here for more than ten years, living until the second of death.

Death?

The breeze wrinkled the soft goose-yellow gauze tent on the bed frame of the Babu bed, and in a hazy way, she seemed to see a jade sculpture of a beautiful woman with extreme lifelikeness.

Even every skin line on the smooth and full forehead has been carved, which is thrillingly beautiful.

But it was this kind of beauty that made her heart suddenly surge with raging anger, as if she was in the skin, and the white jade beauty also turned into a terrifying blood jade in an instant, as if it had been dyed red with flesh and blood.

Yes, she could feel it, it was her flesh and blood.

Each time a slice is cut, a knife is carved on top of the jade, and the blade seems to have a spiritual glow with a hideous green light to melt the flesh and flesh and pour it into the jade.

So she hated, hated the carving knife, hated the endless torture, and hated even more, the person who held the knife.

Xia Wenshu closed her eyes, swallowed her saliva, and the wound on her forehead began to hurt again.

She didn't know why she had such a terrible foresight, or rather, a memory.

When I opened my eyes again, the goose yellow gauze tent was fluttering by, revealing the delicate three-legged sandalwood high table behind it, and a white magnolia was inserted in the tangled lotus pattern spring bottle above the high table, which bloomed elegantly.

"Miss, if you don't apply ointment, you'll get a scar." The maid did not give up, and once again brought the ointment to her.

Xia Wenshu waved her hand again and again, and stood up with the bed board.

"Miss, you can't get up, the ointment will fall." The maid hurriedly stopped and emphasized again: "It will leave a scar." ”

It seems that she cares more about this skin than herself.

Xia Wenshu didn't speak, bypassed her, and suddenly reached out and tore off the goose yellow gauze tent in front of the bed, folded it in half twice, and wrapped it around her forehead casually.

The "hiss" was a heart-piercing pain when touched, but the ointment was still effective, leaving only a burst of heat, and the sharp pain quickly subsided.

Xia Wenshu touched the hot wound through the gauze, and said to herself with slight satisfaction: "Well, it would be more right if it was white yarn." ”

The maid wondered: "Miss, why does it have to be white yarn?" ”

Xia Wenshu was stunned, and subconsciously shrugged her shoulders: "Who knows." ”

The maid was also stunned, Miss seems to be different, don't really be beaten stupid, right?

"Miss, you, do you remember Qingyan?" The maid pointed at herself, her little face wrinkled, and she was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Xia Wenshu sneered and said very seriously: "Your name is Qingyan." ”

Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief, helped Xia Wenshu, lifted the tattered veil in front of the bed frame for her, and walked off the bed.

Xia Wenshu finally found an opportunity to take a closer look at her room.

The bedroom is divided by a blue gauze cupboard, the left side is open, spacious and bright, the tables, chairs and dressing tables are all luxuriously arranged, and a single Duobao Pavilion is full of various jade carvings.

Subconsciously, Xia Wenshu guessed that he was from an extraordinary background.

But how could such a self hurt his head and not even remember who he was?

Moreover, there seems to be only Qingyan around her.

"Qingyan," Xia Wenshu rolled her eyes and asked, "You are alone in the room?" ”

Qingyan did not doubt that he had him, and responded: "Miss was ...... After fainting, Mulan's sisters were called by their wife and didn't come back, so they let the slaves and maids go into the room to wait. ”

Xia Wenshu understood two messages.

Her injury was beaten, and the little girl in front of her was not her big girl, but was waiting outside and came in to help temporarily.

"Then ......" Before she could speak, she was interrupted by an arrogant shout outside the door: "Xia Wenshu, don't think that you can hide by pretending to be sick!" ”

"If it weren't for the fate of you, the daughter of the long house, wouldn't we even be qualified to run for election?" The girl's voice was sharp and compelling: "Now you can't even win a little girl from the Lin family, you are simply a waste!" ”

As if on purpose, the sound stopped outside the door.

"It's Miss Five!" Qingyan was nervous, "It's over, it's over, it must be Xingshi's questioning!" ”

Xia Wenshu nodded, she could hear it.

"Go pour me a glass of water, I'm thirsty." Xia Wenshu sat down at the round table and gave an order, not only was she nervous, but she also had some faint expectations.

Qingyan saw the young lady who was knocked on the door by the fifth lady for the first time and was so calm, in the past, she always saw the young lady rushing out to make amends to all kinds of people.

Moreover, this calm is almost a bit arrogant.

I don't know how angry the fifth lady will be if she comes in and sees it.

It's okay, anyway, my own young lady will definitely be angry with that incident, and now I can make Miss Fifth angry, it's best.

Qingyan made up his mind and answered yes.

So Xia Wenjing waited for a long time and didn't see Xia Wenshu who came out to make amends in a panic, and when she rushed in impatiently, she saw Xia Wenshu taking a small sip of tea, the girl had gauze wrapped around her head, but she couldn't hide the bright beauty that made people jealous.

"Yo, the ninth sister has a chance, and she dares to sit and drink tea in front of me." Xia Wenjing's appearance of fifteen or sixteen, dressed up like flowers, intervening in his hands and asking strange questions, with a proud expression.

"Xia Wenjing." Xia Wenshu saw her and subconsciously pronounced the name.

The brain was overpowered, and the various faces of the people in front of him suddenly appeared from childhood to adulthood, the eldest daughter of the second room of the Xia family, who had been bullying her since she was a child.

"You dare to call me by my name!"

Xia Wenjing glared in surprise and shouted, "If it weren't for you, I would have been chosen to be a witch, wouldn't you feel guilty at all?" ”

Growing up, she always said this.

And in my memory, I have indeed been making amends, hiding my resentment and resentment, and making amends to everyone.

Xia Wenshu frowned, she is only fourteen years old now, what did she do wrong?

"Oh." Xia Wenshu looked at her lightly: "Why should I feel guilty." ”

"You! You are brazen! Xia Wenjing was not quiet at all, and scolded bluntly: "The concubines of the Xia family's house in the past generations will be selected as witches to serve the witch king, only you, the broom star with evil in life, descended from the sky and the goddess of Junshan, and the Xia family lost the qualification to run for election!" Hmph, don't say you've forgotten all that! ”

"Oh, I didn't forget." Xia Wenshu nodded and understood.

Qingyan's eyes suddenly turned red.

The young lady is really pitiful, because this matter is disgusted by the old lady and even the whole family, but she is the daughter of the Xia family's strongest and most important bloodline, the carving girl who will accept the inheritance in the future, she can't even say a word of grievance, and she has to bear the anger of disappointment and jealousy of others at every turn.

But Xia Wenshu put down the teacup leisurely and asked casually: "But what does this have to do with you?" ”