After Qin Jue left, Chu Motian finally had some leisure time, she planned to get out of bed and walk around, today's weather still looks good, today's sun father-in-law is neither hot nor cold, it seems that the family harmony makes his old man feel better. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as Chu Motian propped himself up, a heart-rending feeling hit, it was not in the way to move casually in bed, but he didn't expect that the injuries seemed to be healed in the past three days.

But speaking of which, her injuries are piercing piercings, so how can a blood hole be healed quickly? As far as she is today, she is still maintained by Chu Qinzheng's daily luck skills, and she has improved a lot, and it is good to be able to pick up a life, how can she lie down like her for three days and start to dislike it.

Chu Motian was a little embarrassed, but she couldn't go out in the rare good weather, which made her tortured. She lay in bed, bored thinking about the past.

The memory in the dream said that it was impossible to be reluctant at all, it was probably the situation after her successful operation, she had parents who loved her, her sister would not complain about her, she had her best friends, and she could have a good relationship and enjoy the ups and downs of life.

Maybe that's the life she's supposed to have.

She didn't know if Chen Xun had a good impression of her in her previous life, and she was only secretly in love for a while in her previous life, but now that she thinks about it, it is impossible for Chen Xun to be so temperamental, and it is impossible for her to say anything sweet, she feels that her scalp is numb when she thinks about it now.

Li Yuting once said that if she truly loves someone, she will devote herself wholeheartedly, she is willing to be a storm, no matter what the future holds, she will be the most vigorous one.

Chu Motian felt that it was probably true love, but she didn't feel like this at all during the time she was with Chen Xun, she thought it was called a long stream.

It turned out that it wasn't.

Maybe the original intention at the beginning was really girlish love, but later Chen Xun was not the person she thought she was, and her feelings seemed to be completely changed by something.

But in any case, there is a guarantee of monogamy for women in that world, but in modern times, she feels a little hopeless, because among the people she has seen, they are either unmarried or have several wives, and even some are not married and don't want to have a wife to manage them to find flowers and willows.

Thinking a little far, anyway, there are a lot of backyard house fights, so she should either stay away from this ancient marriage and go to the rivers and lakes by herself.

Speaking of which, she still has two years to go, is it better to take the opportunity to escape? Didn't she plan to do this before, why didn't she seem to remember it at this time, it seems that she had forgotten her original intention a little since she ran away with Chu Qinzheng, she actually forgot that she was going to run away!

However, it's a little difficult to drag the family now, it seems that it would be better to find a way to solve the affairs of those people in Qitian Pavilion earlier.

Now the Right Prime Minister's Mansion is really a chopping board fish, or a whetstone, and everyone can open it. She wants to turn over the case for Qitian Pavilion, well, Qitian Pavilion is a Jianghu organization, so it has become that she wants to give the emperor a stain that has been known to the emperor for thousands of years, and she can't borrow the power of the right prime minister.

So what should she do?

First, his own party sneaked into the palace, put a knife on the emperor's head, and forced him to rewrite the historical records and announce it to the world, but there can be no clues here that have anything to do with her and Youcheng, so as not to set himself on fire.

Second, his own party sneaked into the palace, poisoned the emperor to death, and then faked a suicide case, wrote a holy decree to announce to the world, and he committed suicide out of remorse and fear of sin.

The third is to support a prince and help him ascend to the throne, and after he ascends the throne, other natural things will come naturally. It's just that this supporting prince, his character needs to be considered, like King Qi, he really digs his own grave to choose such a teammate.

Chu Motian's head swelled a little when he thought about it, these three, that one is going to die!

Not to mention whether you can put the knife on the emperor's head, just say that it is difficult to blend into the imperial palace with iron walls, right?

Nowadays, this era is not modern, there is no high technology, but they are as light as swallows, internal strength and martial arts, and it seems that they are not lost to modern people at all in terms of fighting and fitness, and they are even better at fighting and resistant than modern people.

And the prince is not a bad belly? The one who wants that position isn't the one who has a bunch of human lives in his hands? And the imperial heart, the imperial heart, that is, the heartless heart, how can she make small movements under her nose?

Chu Motian burst into tears, does she still have a chance to turn over? Why does she feel like she's going to go to prison now? Thinking about it, she is disrespectful to the emperor, that is to say, she is still a good citizen in modern times, and she has already broken the law in ancient times!

Can you let her go in her dreams, she regrets it, and she won't come back next time even if it's ten stewed pheasants.

Isn't that for her to come back and die?

Why don't you stab yourself again? Chu Motian looked at the bandage on his chest, it seemed to be very painful, if the strength was not enough or too much, he was inserted by himself first instead of returning to his dream, isn't it a loss?

The idea was abandoned.

The cheese had already brought a bowl of porridge, Chu Motian sniffed, red bean and barley porridge, and really didn't want to eat it. She lay back in bed, covered with the quilt, and ignored Cheese's dissuasion.

Suddenly, his stomach rumbled, Chu Motian couldn't help but open the quilt, and there was still a plate of porridge on the table.

"Cheese, I want meat!" She grinned at the cheese.

"Miss, you are not in good health, this is also what the prince ordered, you can only eat porridge when you wake up." Cheese looked sorry, but she also knew Chu Motian's temper, but this time she was injured so badly, she would never let her toss at will.

"Isn't he asleep? How can I still command you. Chu Motian felt that this must be an excuse for cheese.

"Shizi, I was afraid that if he didn't delay, he reminded me early." Cheese sweated on his face, and he could only treat such a young lady as a child and follow the hair.

"Meat." Chu Motian wanted to cry and shook his head as he looked at the cheese without tears.

She vowed to empty Chu Qinzheng's hibiscus garden.

Chu Motian drank a bowl of porridge almost a grain of rice, so it was a rare time to relive the feeling of being a seriously ill patient. It's just that in the second half of her life, she is afraid that she will never touch a grain of porridge again.

She swallowed the porridge with difficulty, but she couldn't lie down immediately, she was afraid of regurgitation. I could only lean on the head of the bed and boredly stroke the blood jade hanging around my neck.

This is the only thing that has accompanied her in two lives, this crossing in the past and present lives also looks strange, she was a dead ghost, but she didn't even drink Meng Po soup to come to this body, and still carry this blood jade.

Could it be that Chu Liutian and her will inevitably have some kind of vicarious relationship?

Chu Motian didn't know, she couldn't go back to verify it again after such a strange inference, in short, she guessed blindly. 、

Sure enough, boring people have a lot of ideas, no wonder those poems are written everywhere about deep boudoir women longing for their lovers, but it's not boring.