Jinzhu hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and looked at the master and said: "Mu Shizi not only suffered a new injury this time, but also tore the old wounds. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"The servant really can't figure it out, how can he insist on coming over with such a serious injury, and send you back to the hospital, and wait for the doctor to say that it is not a big deal, and then he will show his deeds and fall soft."

What she would say was exactly what Lan Jiayin cared about, and she couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and instinctively wanted to pull someone to ask carefully, but unfortunately, she forgot that she was also an injured person, and the heavy two arms didn't listen to her command, so she didn't move at all.

Seeing this, Jinzhu hurriedly took the initiative to gently cover the back of the young lady's hand, and said softly: "Don't worry, fortunately, the doctor I invited for you is good at external injuries, much stronger than the half-baked man of Jinwen." ”

"In addition, Mu Shizi is already young and has a thick foundation, at most twenty days and a month, he is a good man again."

When Lan Jiayin heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief, slowly leaned back on the soft pillow, and gently closed her eyes.

In the coma, the paradoxical dream revealed the things of the previous life at once, and instantly brought the distant and familiar past life a lot closer.

Many of the things she thought were hidden were very good, and they all took this opportunity to jump out and be demons, and think about it quietly, she has always had a fierce emotion for Mu Lingxuan, and what kind of hot emotion is this?

Hate?

Are you afraid?

Resentful?

....... Love?

Thinking, thinking, Lan Jiayin's heartbeat gradually couldn't be stable.

Lan Jiayin never dared to think about all the things in her previous life, firstly, the process was too tortuous, and secondly, the ending was really tragic, and there had never been any happy memories, so if she could not think about it, she would never take the initiative to touch it.

Even if Lan Jiayin has rolled in the dirt, snatched food in the tiger's mouth, sprinkled in the village, and fought in the back house, she is still from everyone's background, and the upbringing she received since childhood has long been smashed into her bones, as a woman, she has never forgotten the most basic criteria.

Not only do you know what to do, what to avoid.

At that time, when Lan Jiayin rescued Mu Lingxuan, she was already a wife, although she was a good concubine of Governor Zhang's mansion, she was also a woman with a master.

No matter how tortuous her reasons for being a concubine are, and no matter whether she loves the old-fashioned man who has passed or not, after all, she still loses the most basic qualifications.

A pretty woman like a flower and jade saved a handsome and outstanding son, and inexplicably, there was an undercurrent that was about to move.

Lan Jiayin felt this sign, she was afraid, she didn't even dare to think deeply about her own thoughts, how could she dare to speculate whether the other party had feelings for her?

But don't dare to think about it, don't speculate, it doesn't mean that some things haven't happened, those affectionate eyes that hide the sea of stars, and the deviant who doesn't marry a wife in his thirties.

From time to time, the chance encounters in the Hou Mansion, the unusual gifts of the Four Hours and Eight Festivals seem to be very ordinary, but only people in the bureau can taste the difference.

I still remember that when she was framed by someone, the person opened his eyes and saw that it was her, and after being shocked, he couldn't help but be happy, and the whole person not only did not see anger, but seemed relaxed because of relief.

Later, Lan Jiayin was locked up in the firewood room of the temple, and Mu Lingxuan didn't see each other for three days, and Mrs. Xuanping Houfu came to see her on a rainy night, describing herself as haggard, and begging her to sacrifice herself to protect others, not to ensure the peace of a place.

For the sake of her poor and innocent son, and for the last smile on Mu Lingxuan's lips, and for the sake of this place where she has lived for more than ten years, not to suffer turmoil and persecution, Lan Jiayin finally nodded.

Is it self-denial?

She didn't know.

Isn't it righteous Ling Ran?

She wasn't sure.

But there are still two clear purposes, one is the son, and the other is the high Western God of War.

For the sake of these two people to die, Lan Jiayin felt that it was worth it and felt that she was willing.

But when she was tied up and carried into the pool, when her vitality was annihilated by the cold and biting water, she still couldn't help hating, "Why don't you come to save me?" ”

"Is the joy you showed at that moment just to make me willing to die for you?"

"Didn't you always say you were fearless?"

"Then why do you want to be a shrunken turtle?!"

Thinking of this, Lan Jiayin's heartache was incomprehensible, all kinds of things in her previous life could no longer be known, but she could live again, and the two met early at the mercy of fate.

has experienced so many ups and downs together, and I saw that person busy with himself, regardless of trying to help, and even giving himself to others.

This unrequited effort is the most touching preciousness, and Lan Jiayin knows that the unwilling hatred before dying has already dissipated a lot.

At this moment, Lan Jiayin, who can be regarded as being able to calmly look at the past, from these bits and pieces, clues, for the first time, face up to this secret that has been sealed for two lifetimes.

"With his unyielding disposition until he reaches his goal, and his innate pride is rampant, how can he watch me die and hide himself as a shrinking turtle?"

"I'm afraid that this person would rather risk the world and kill Pingjing with himself, rather than be a coward."

After all, on that night, what shouldn't have happened, what should have happened, had already happened, how could Mu Lingxuan give up for what he belonged to?

Even if he killed Lan Jiayin with his own hands, it would be impossible for this woman to be drowned.

Finally, after thinking about this, two strings of crystal tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, "How many things are there in my previous life that I don't know?" ”

"Did I misunderstand, or did he hold back?"

"What happened to him in those three days?"

"What the hell kept him from even showing his last face?"

Unconsciously, Lan Jiayin curled up and shrunk into a small ball, her heart hurt too much, as if only this posture could make her less panicked.

Jinzhu didn't know what her little master was thinking, she only saw that the young lady seemed to be in pain, and this pain did not come from the body, but from the heart.

She couldn't help covering her mouth, lying on the bed, secretly praying in her heart that God would not make Miss sad again, obviously she was the kindest and best person in the world, why should she be treated so ruthlessly?

First, there was a big disaster in the family, and then she was humiliated by her fiancé's family's divorce, and it was easy for a man who stood up to the sky to like her, and there were disasters at both ends for three days.

Judging from this rate of injury, it is really hard to say how long Mu Shizi can live.

The master and servant wept relatively together, but no one made a sound, and for a while, this simple guest room was filled with deep sadness and boundless loneliness. (To be continued.) )