Song Nanqing sat on the dresser and combed her black and shiny hair seriously, looking at herself in the bronze mirror, she couldn't see enough, she pursed her lips slightly, her oblique eyes were raised, her eyes were black like black agate, and the girl's youthful and charming style appeared with a light smile.

The faint morning light penetrated through the window lattice of the tender green shark silk, and it was faintly visible that there were glass crystal plum bottles and jade ornaments on the carved red treasure pavilion by the window.

This is her boudoir in Kangfu, the embroidery is placed in front of the dresser, inlaid with pineapple wood shelves, one side is Danfeng Chaoyang, one side is the lady holding the fan, this is the most precious double-sided embroidery, it is difficult to buy, or the old man over there in Lin'an specially sent it to her, Song Nanqing likes it very much, and deliberately shows off in front of the Kang family sisters, but Song Nanqing remembers that there is a bigger embroidery than this in the reward given to Kang Anping in the palace, she burned it in a rage, but now it is still there properly.

The facial features in the mirror have not yet grown, but they have shown a coquettish state, as if a plant raised in a greenhouse is leaning on the fence, and it is ready to bloom.

This is what she looked like when she was twelve or thirteen.

Another face appeared in Song Nanqing's mind, pale skin, empty eyes, and a half-old face, far less than one-tenth of the person in the mirror.

What's going on?

She remembered the unspeakable pain in her neck, the warm blood flowing out of her body, and the imminent death breath so real.

Song Nanqing felt that this was a dream she had, and she returned to her teenage years in the dream. The one here is a little unreal.

She was saved, this is her dream, and the thought is together, Song Nanqing can no longer control it, and the nausea in her heart gushes out of her throat, Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion, can she not even break free from that prison even if she dies.

The pain on the tip of her tongue made her suddenly come back to her senses, Song Nanqing was a little stunned, stretched out her hand, and stroked the face in the bronze mirror.

Qiu Xi turned the four-fold screen painted with Zhulan, saw Song Nanqing in a single thin dress in front of the mirror, frowned, took a coat and put it on Song Nanqing, and persuaded softly, "The girl is better, why don't you care about your body." ”

Song Nanqing turned his head and stared straight at her, her pupils dilated slightly, with an unbelievable expression on her face, the girl in front of her had a goose egg face, her fair cheeks with a few spots, and when she spoke, her lips were slightly curved, which made people feel amiable, which was clearly the appearance of Qiu Xi at a young age.

She remembered that Qiu Xi was long gone, when she was eighteen years old, she entered the Yuanhou Mansion in Zhenyuan, and only Qiu Xi and Dongying were left around her, six years later, that frame-up made these two girls die in Huangquan, and Song Nanqing also started from that time, and her heart was like ashes.

Jingying's nails were a little white because of the exertion, Qiu Xi noticed that Song Nanqing was wrong, and softened her words three points, "Girl, I scared the slaves and maids last night, but fortunately, I drank the medicine and dissipated the heat, if you want to eat something, the slaves and maids will make it for you." ”

Her voice was softer than the breeze in March, Song Nanqing's eyes were a little wet, how could she not protect such a good autumn eve at that time, speaking of which, she was also tired of Qiu Xi, if she hadn't followed her, how could Qiu Xi end up like that.

When Kang Anping was pregnant with her third child, musk was found in the incense burner, and all the evidence proved that she did it, and everyone in the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion knew that Song Nanqing admired Gu Chun to the point of madness, and did not hesitate to be a concubine, and conspiracy and tricks emerged one after another, so she was jealous of Gu Chun's pet Kang Anping in the palm of her hand, and did not hesitate to murder her child.

Song Nanqing was really jealous of Kang Anping at that time, and she was about to go crazy with jealousy, obviously she met Gu Chun first, but Gu Chun never had her in her eyes, and even disgusted to the extreme, but it was a clear conspiracy, she was carried into the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion by a small sedan chair, and the wings on her body were all broken off, where is there any ability, the contemptuous smile of the old lady next to Kang Anping is still in front of her, she knows that this qiē is designed by the princess Hejia, and the innocence of the county lord of Anping is like a piece of crystal, How could Hejia, who loves his daughter, get Kang Anping's hands dirty.

Qiu Xi and Dong Ying came out to apologize for her guilt, and were beaten to death in front of her, Song Nanqing knelt outside the study of the Marquis of Zhenyuan and begged Gu Chun to spare Qiu Xi and Dong Ying, she knelt for a day and a night, the more she waited, the more panicked she became, six years had worn out her self-esteem, and when Gu Chun came out, her eyes shot at her like ice cream.

"You should be glad that An Ping is fine, otherwise, do you think you can still live until now?" Gu Chun braved the cold and threw down this sentence, Song Nanqing was like being thrown into an ice cave for a while, and when she went back, the matter was already a foregone conclusion.

This incident annihilated Song Nanqing's last bit of affection for Gu Chun, her life is already like this, but the person who framed her is still alive in the world, how could Song Nanqing be willing to let those people be happy, she has lived a confused life in her life, and she has only loved such a person, but this feeling of asking for nothing pushed her into the abyss.

Seeing that Song Nanqing didn't speak, Qiu Xi was stunned, as if she had fallen into a nightmare, she couldn't help but panic, and even increased the strength in her hand, shouting in her ear.

Song Nanqing turned a deaf ear, and suddenly, tears crossed the corners of his eyes, and he stretched out his arms to hug Qiuxi.

Qiu Xi was startled, and quickly patted Song Nanqing on the back to comfort her.

Feeling the girl's shoulders trembling slightly, Qiu Xi's heart hurt, her own girl is also a pampered when she is at home, if the old man is still there, why should the girl send someone under the fence.

There were a few voices outside, a burst of footsteps, and it was a girl in green who came in, Qiu Xi gave her a look, the latter understood, and lowered the footsteps, and a trace of fierceness quickly flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly restrained her look, pursed her lips and smiled, "Girl, you can wake up early today, this is a new rose preserves, didn't the girl say that the medicine was bitter yesterday, the slave maid did it deliberately, and the taste of the storage is exactly the same as at home." ”

Winter Shadow's tone was lively and cheerful, a pretty face was full of smiles, and the people who watched it were happy, Song Nanqing was stunned for a moment, and finally realized that something was wrong, the pain on the tip of his tongue had not dissipated, this was all true.

"Did you make it yourself?" Song Nanqing squeezed out this sentence with difficulty, and her expression unconsciously looked forward to it.

"Yes, but the girl has to drink the medicine before she can take it." Dongying looked at Song Nanqing with a smile and put the candied fruit on the sandalwood table, "The old lady has woken up, and she was still asking the girl when the slave came over." ”

Suddenly, when she heard Mrs. Kang, Song Nanqing's eyes were a little dark, she lowered her head, and whispered, "Grandmother wants me to go over and ask for peace." ”