"Ah Yu! Kan Qilang was carrying a bucket and staggered over, and seeing this, he threw down the bucket in his hand and stepped forward quickly. His eyes looked at Wang Jingzhi's arms, and for a moment, his face turned pale, and his mouth opened sneeringly, "Wu! Medical! Come on! Saying that, Huan Qilang turned around, but found that he was surrounded by everyone, he wanted to speak again, but he seemed to lose his voice, he couldn't make a sound, his heart was angry, and he kicked it towards a sister-in-law who was watching.

"Ahh The sister-in-law answered and fell to the ground with tears in her eyes.

"Get out of the way!" Wang Jingzhi's voice was low, as if it came from hell, and everyone couldn't help but take two steps back.

Several people finally came to the clean camp, and Wang Jingzhi gently put Yang Yu on the soft couch.

Witches and doctors rushed one after another, and Fan Ming walked in front, his face anxious, almost pulling the witch who was more than 100 years old.

Yang Yu opened his eyes slightly, his body seemed to float, and a layer of obscure mist covered his eyes.

Her side was cold, she seemed to have returned to her previous life, she had been sick in the small courtyard of the Lu family in Jinling for half a month, but no doctor came.

"Mrs. Lu, please, get a healer for the girl!" Qi Yan knelt on the ground, pulling the corners of Mrs. Lu's clothes with both hands, pleading with tears on her face.

"If the little slut dies, my Lu family can also be exempted from a bowl of rice." Mrs. Lu smiled contemptuously, and a few of them fell from her face.

Yang Shu was dressed in gorgeous clothes and said coldly: "Cheap maid, who is the girl?" Saying that, she kicked Qi Yan in the chest, Qi Yan's body was crooked, and she fell to the side, and she said with a pale face: "Yes, yes, yes!" Pray for the mother to save the slut, please for the mother! "Qi Yan touched the ground with his head, and kept kowtowing" knock knock! ”

"Lady Peggo! ”

"Knock!" Qi Yan slammed on the ground.

"Please, Mistress! ”

"Knock!" Qi Yan's forehead was faintly oozing blood.

"Please, two, just a gold leaf, you can save that slut!" Please! ”

"Knock!" Qi Yan kowtowed fiercely.

"Huh! Yang Shu snorted coldly, held Mrs. Lu's arm and said, "The cheap maid is the same as that slut, why is the Lu family's gold used on a lowly and ** concubine?" As she spoke, she raised her weak and delicate face and said to Mrs. Lu, "Mother-in-law, go to Ashu's courtyard to drink a cup of tea?" ”

"Okay. Mrs. Lu smiled happily, and the two walked away together.

Jingmo came in with a bowl of hot water, and saw that Qi Yan's forehead was full of blood, so he hurriedly stepped forward: "Qi Yan!" ”

Qi Yan's face was pale, and he said with a smile: "Asked for hot water?" ”

Jing Mo looked at the black broken bowl, steaming hot, and smiled: "Yes!" ”

The two came to Yang Yu's couch and poured warm water into Yang Yu's mouth, followed by a long silence.

Yang Yu was in a trance, hazy, in the past life, in this life. The struggling has clearly come here, and is it going to die again?

In this life, I have clearly learned smart!

"How?" Huan Qilang stepped forward and asked Wu.

The witch held a long wooden staff, and the wooden staff was of different colors, and the tassels of different lengths flew in the air with the pair of withered yellow old hands, and the old man muttered words that no one could understand.

After a long chant, Wu slowly stopped, and said in a hoarse voice like dead wood, "The soul has returned to this body. Then he looked at Yang Yu on the soft couch suspiciously and said, "This woman is obviously a living person, but she has a grudge between two lives. Saying that, he shook his head, looked at the unconscious Yang Yu, and said, "Let's go!" As he spoke, he shook his head and went out with a wooden stick.

Yang Yu woke up again, it was three days later, she slowly opened her eyes, Jingmo was dipping her handkerchief in water, and the corners of Yang Yu's lips were wet.

Yang Yu raised the corners of his lips, smiled, looked at Qi Yan who was standing on the side, his eyes were red, his eyes turned to look at Jingmo with a sad face.

The two were stunned for a moment, and then said behind them: "Lang Jun, the girl is awake." ”

The two of them let go of their positions in front of the bed and smiled at Yang Yu, but Yang Yu clearly saw reluctance in that smile. She was a little suspicious, but Wang Jingzhi's white clothes had come into view.

He smiled, his eyes full of emotion, and he couldn't hide his tiredness. With cold thin lips and a comforting smile, his face was pale as if transparent.

However, he smiled warmly and said, "Qingqing is willing to wake up?" ”

Yang Yu lowered his eyes, pulled the corners of his lips with a smile, and because of this smile on his face, there was a hot pain, and a strong smell of medicine penetrated the tip of his nose.

She frowned, and reached out her hands to caress her cheeks.

The right side of the face is indescribably uneven, and this touch is even more painful. Her eyes widened for a moment, and a clear chuckle in her eyes snorted.

Then she turned her eyes to look at Wang Jingzhi, with incredible surprise in her eyes, and said tremblingly: "Please ask Lang Jun to help me bring the bronze mirror." She struggled to her feet, her face aching even more intense, a pain that was more desperate than cold water squeezing her chest.

"Girl, there is no bronze mirror. Qi Yan's tears fell down with tears and stepped forward to hold Yang Yu.

Jingmo helped Yang Yu's half-raised body, and said with a smile: "Wait for the girl to take care of herself." ”

When Yang Yu saw their appearance, she was more sure in her heart, but she still didn't want to believe it, she frowned slightly, and said in her mouth: "Impossible." She shook her head slowly, still staring at her in disbelief.

She was barefoot, dressed in a white bedgown, and her dark hair hung naturally down on her chest.

Suddenly, she jerked away Qi Yan, who was supporting her, and rushed to the dresser like crazy.

The bronze mirror is gone.

She was stunned for a moment, her eyes searching, and then she opened the drawers on the left and right sides of the dresser.

No, no, no!

Yang Yu was like a kite with a broken string, sitting in front of the dresser in a daze, those eyes that were like autumn water were full of affection, wet, and a sour feeling surged into his throat.

Tears dripped down and fell on the placket of the garment, dissolving a little water stain. Falling on the back of the hand, it looks like a crystal clear pearl. Falling on the soft couch, the dissolution is gone.

Suddenly, Yang Yu raised his head and roared into the sky: "Thief God! You have treated me unfairly! The voice echoed in the small curtain, which seemed to call everyone's heart, and people couldn't help but feel a fierce heartache and pain.

Yang Yu cried heartbreakingly, like a child, unreasonable, unreasonable, no matter what reason is unreasonable!

"Can't you see me complacent!" Yang Yu's clear eyes burst out with chilling hatred, she gritted her teeth and turned her eyes to look at Wang Jingzhi, and said viciously: "I'm like this, what are you still doing here!" I'm not a pretty girl anymore! Just a disfigured shrew! You go away! As she spoke, she grabbed the cushion at hand and threw it towards Wang Jingzhi. Where can there be any similarity with the proud, gorgeous, elegant and wanton girl! (To be continued.) )