Such words came out of the mouth of a subordinate, and if they were heard by the people of the Tang Mansion, they would definitely be shocked.

But Takemoto spoke calmly, it's not that she is so arrogant on weekdays - although she is more calm and introverted than other maids, and she will hardly do those flattering things, but for many years in this deep mansion compound, she also knows that if you want to stand here for a long time, the most basic etiquette, shame, status, and humility must be kept in mind - at this time, she openly picked out the ugly words with Xin Zi, and she saw that Mrs. Tang's kind words before were ineffective for Xin Zi, Naturally, she understands that it would be too uninteresting for her subordinates to persuade her to say anything, and secondly, she knows even more that no matter what rebellious or shocking words she says to this Xin girl now, she will definitely not say half a sentence, or rather, where is there anyone in this Tang Mansion who wants to talk to this girl who has died all her life?

As expected, hearing her short but straightforward words, Xin Zi was not annoyed or surprised, but slowly withdrew her gaze and sighed slightly.

Seeing Xin Zi's dejected appearance, Takemoto's heart moved slightly, but it was only out of a little sympathy for his experience, after all, the two did not have much intersection, and he did not have other plans for this girl like Master Tang and Mrs. Tang, but he was just acting on orders to spy on a girl who was not even a passerby in his life.

Thinking of this, Takemoto retracted his gaze and stayed at the head of the bed, like a statue, Xin Zi didn't say anything, she didn't say anything.

After waiting for a round of sunset, there was a morning sun, and as the days passed, Xin Zi always lay on the bed, unwilling to speak, and refused to eat.

Mrs. Tang came to sit a few times, and Fei Fei used a lot of words to say that her old illness almost recurred, and then she had no choice but to leave. Tang Jiashan and Old Man Tang also came once, only glanced at it from a distance, and thought that King Xin told him not to pavement in front of Xin Zi no matter what, otherwise it would only worsen her condition, so she had to leave alone.

During this period, many people in the Tang Mansion went in and out of the room where Xin Zi was, but Tang Yinzhong was nowhere to be seen.

Xin Zi was secretly glad about this. She had little friendship left for her former best friend, with whom she had traveled most of the West, and hoped only that he would not show up again to destroy the last bit of kindness that she had reserved in her heart.

For Ah Brown's death, she can't even forgive herself, and it is even more difficult to forgive Ah Zhong who led her into Beijing.

She has decided to live in this bed for the rest of her life, and reunite with Ah Brown, just hoping to walk cleanly.

On the third day when Xin Zi woke up in the Tang Mansion, Zhen Yachen came in to replace the ointment on her wounds.

"The wound heals well," Zhen Yachen said after finishing the work at hand, "as long as he rests for two more days, he will be healed." It's just that it will leave some scars, and there may be hidden pain every rainy day in the future, these are the eternal pain of people with old wounds, and they can't be cured, so they can only endure it. ”

Xin Zi nodded slightly, a smile squeezed out of her thin face, and said softly: "Thank you Mr. Zhen for your help, don't worry about the hidden pain." "I didn't have a few days to live.

She swallowed the last sentence back into her stomach after all.

Zhen Yachen was the only person who could make Xin Zi speak in the past two days, perhaps because she was sure that he had nothing to ask for her, perhaps because he had not participated in the killing of Tang Yinhong that night, or simply because he did not belong to the Tang Mansion.

The reason for this, Zhen Yachen does not know.

But looking at Xin Zi's haggard appearance, although she didn't say the last sentence, how could he not know.

After all, can't escape the fate of suicide?

Recalling the appearance of the woman who died in his arms twenty years ago, Zhen Yachen sighed.

"Tang Jiashan, Lord Tang ordered to come down, in the future, your condition is stable, and there is no need for me, a guilty body, to stay here, so I am afraid that today is the last time I will meet you." Zhen Yachen sat on the brocade stool next to Xin Zi's bed, his eyes gloomy.

Xin Zi looked at him when he heard this, and after a short touch, he calmed down again, and said softly, "Mr. Zhen is good." ”

Zhen Yachen subconsciously brushed his gray hair, laughing at himself, he has been in prison for many years, his health is deteriorating, and he doesn't have many days left, and now he can be summoned again in his lifetime, he actually witnessed the woman's descendants repeating the mistakes of the past, I don't know if I am lucky or unlucky?

"Do you want to die and go to your husband, thinking that even if you give up this life, you will never let your seven-trick exquisite heart fall into the hands of King Xin?"

Zhen Yachen spoke, for the first time since Jiamen Guan returned to the Tang Mansion, a violent wave of emotion flashed in Xin Zi's eyes.

She looked at the thin middle-aged man with gorgeous hair in front of her, frowned, and her pair of watery peach blossom eyes were full of shock and incomprehension because she was haggard and a little abrupt.

Who is the man in front of you? Why do you know the Seven Tricks? Why do you know who you are?

Facing Xin Zi's inquiring gaze, Zhen Yachen smiled gently and said, "Why do you think I will be imprisoned in a prison for the rest of my life?" Is it really because of those trumped-up charges? Saying that, he shook his head helplessly, "King Xin's statement is on the outside, but he is the most suspicious on the inside. The more you know about working under him, the more dangerous it becomes. I didn't understand this truth when I was young, but when I understood it, I had already put my life into it. At this point, Zuo Qiyang, the world-famous sinner who committed treason and defected to the enemy, was much more shrewd than me, and he actually saw the best time to get out in time. ”

Listening to Zhen Yachen's trivial words, Xin Zi asked softly: "What secrets does Mr. know about King Xin, they must imprison you for life?" ”

Zhen Yachen didn't answer Xin Zi's question directly, but only turned to look at her and said sincerely: "All your hatred and regret now come from Tang Yinbrown's death, right?" ”

Xin Zi nodded.

Zhen Yachen said again: "In this case, I have a suggestion, I think it is much better than the way you commit suicide on a hunger strike and meet your Langjun in the Netherworld, I wonder if you are interested in listening to it?" ”

Xin Zi is already dead now, so why can't she hear it? Hearing this, he naturally nodded happily and said, "Please speak."

"On the night of the full moon, you stabbed the dagger into your chest, and the tip of the knife was only half an inch away, and you almost died, and now you are going on a hunger strike to commit suicide, just because Tang Yinbrown is no longer there, and you don't want to live alone. But if there is another way, you can exchange your life for your husband's life, are you willing? (To be continued.) )