The winter of Xuande 15 years was earlier than in previous years, and it was much colder. Several state capitals located in the north of the Great Jin Dynasty have just entered winter, and one snow after another has fallen.

The same county is a relatively wealthy county under the rule of Xingzhou Prefecture, and the streets that used to be lively are now a little depressed because of the continuous heavy snowfall.

At this time, the snow, which had stopped for less than an hour, began to fall sporadically again, making the footsteps of the already small number of pedestrians on the road even more hurried.

An old woman walked out of a pharmacy with a torn oil-paper umbrella, tightened her clothes, which were definitely not thick, and hurried towards the east of the city.

Most of the city's wealthy and powerful families lived in the eastern part of the city, and the old woman's destination was one of the ordinary-looking mansions...... of the back door.

It took a quarter of an hour to knock on the small door before a small crack opened in the small door.

Then, amid the insults of the old servant, the old woman entered the door with a smiling face, walked through the long passage, and stopped in a courtyard that was not very spacious.

The compound seems to have been used as a storehouse, and all rooms are locked. The old woman, with her trembling hands, opened the lock on the door of the east wing, and pushed the door in.

The empty room was desolate, and it was snowing outside, but it was even colder inside.

After closing the door, and going to the inner room, where there was nothing but a bed, the old woman took out the small clay pot from her bosom, which had already burned her chest red.

"Girl, girl, wake up, mom will drink medicine for you."

The old woman lifted up the little girl who was deeply trapped in the wet bedding on the bed with one hand, and with the other hand, she directly put the small mouth of the clay pot into the girl's mouth and began to pour it.

The old woman didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with her feeding the medicine like this, but the girl in her hand didn't think so.

……

Lin Zhiqi only felt that this dream was getting stranger and stranger, but why did things turn out like this?

Everything seemed to start with this inexplicable fever, and she thought it was just a little dizzy because of heat stroke, so she went back to the dormitory to rest after barely eating something at noon.

As a result, when her roommate came back from class at night and saw that she was still sleeping dizzily, she realized that something was wrong with her, and at this time, she was already burned in a daze.

Later, Lin Zhiqi only remembered that under the collective contempt and worry of several roommates, she was dragged up from bed by them in the middle of the night, and then carried to the infirmary, and then took her temperature and did an examination, and then continued to sleep while infusion.

It's just that this sleep is different from the sullen stupora in the afternoon, she began to dream non-stop, one moment shopping with her roommates, one moment running alone in the dark, one moment chatting with her parents and one another, a moment being coquettish in a warm embrace, a moment a city full of high-rise buildings, and a moment of antique pavilions......

As more and more fragments of dreams kept intertwining and churning in her mind, Lin Zhiqi felt as if someone was holding a-stirring stick, uh, it was a rolling pin that was constantly stirring in her head, which made her dizzy and felt a tingling pain in her head at the same time.

Therefore, when the voice of the roommate who accompanied her was not whispering, but a gentle female voice, Lin Zhiqi only thought that she was still in a dream and did not feel that there was anything wrong.

Therefore, when the air with the strong smell of Chinese medicine entered her nose, she only wondered when the infirmary would still have Chinese medicine services.

Therefore, in the next second, the air with the smell of Chinese medicine became liquid, and it continued to pour into her mouth, all of Lin Zhiqi's senses turned into two words,!

Three words, help! …… Choked.

Four words, I'm going to die! …… Poured into the nose.

Five words, you have no end...... Uh, that's what the author said.

So, maybe it was the will to survive that was causing trouble, or maybe it was the Chinese medicine that had been swallowed that was manifesting, Lin Zhiqi, who was already weak, raised her hand suddenly...... But I didn't touch anything.

……

"Alright, alright, it's finally time to drink." The old woman leaned sideways and placed the clay pot on the floor next to the bed, not seeing the helplessness of the girl's small arm in her hand rising and falling.

Picking up a clean handkerchief from the empty wooden basin beside her, the old woman gently wiped the medicine off the girl's nose, the corners of her mouth, and her chin.

Seeing the unhealthy flush on the little girl's face, which was not much bigger than her slap, the old woman wiped away her tears again: "O girl, my poor girl! How do you ...... Woowoo...... That was the ...... Woowoo...... Now like this...... They still do that...... What am I going to do...... Woowoo woo ......"

The old woman cried sadly, but unfortunately, the cry intertwined with the words reached Lin Zhiqi's ears, but she who had just recovered from "drowning" had a feeling that someone had stuffed her head into the beehive and was stuck, "Buzz...... kind, buzzing...... kind, buzzing...... kind, buzz ......".

When did Hengyuanxiang switch to beekeeping?

Lin Zhiqi felt that she must have had a fever in the wrong way, otherwise why would she have such a strange dream?

Fortunately, the old woman remembered that she was holding a sick person in her hand, and that she should rest more, and after wiping away two handfuls of tears, she put the man back in the pile of quilts.

As soon as some old quilts were pressed on her body, Lin Zhiqi felt a sense of heaviness pressed by ghosts, and the bedding seemed to have not been dried for a long time, and the musty smell was so bad that she couldn't even breathe.

However, she can't open her eyes or mouth now, and she can't protest if she wants to.

After a while, a burst of coldness appeared on his forehead, as if it was a handkerchief wrapped in ice, which finally quieted Lin Zhiqi's "buzzing" brain melon seed a little.

The soft female voice came to my ears again, but this time it was not a speech, but a beautiful ballad, a bit like a lullaby, and strangely overlapped with the warm embrace of the dream.

I don't know if I was tired from tossing just now, or if the medicine had a calming effect, with this strange and familiar singing, Lin Zhiqi finally slowly lost consciousness again.

……

Dreams are still staggered and dancing in her mind from time to time, and most of the time Lin Zhiqi is in a wonderful state of half-dreaming and half-awake, so that when she opens her eyes and looks at the gray bedtop, she can't be sure whether she is really awake, or especially in a dream?

However, this problem did not bother her for long, and the dry throat and hot brain turned Lin Zhiqi's energy to another problem - she was thirsty.

Thinking that there seemed to be another person beside her in the haze, she moved her head with some difficulty, keeping her mouth and nose away from the quilt, and then opened her mouth and roared.

It's a pity that she has always had a loud voice, but her voice at this time is as delicate as a little milk cat.

Still, in this quiet room, the sound should be enough to attract attention.

It's just that after a while, the expected figure did not appear for a long time, which made Lin Zhiqi feel as if she had been confused in her dream.

With the idea of asking for someone but not achieving what she wanted, Lin Zhiqi turned over hard, and finally pressed the quilt on her body under her.

Taking a breath, she tried to sit up again, but, this simple action, but it seemed to use up all the strength of her body, thinking that she had always called herself a female man and had such a sister Lin, Lin Zhiqi was helpless for a while, so she had to lean on the side of the bed and gasp again, and took advantage of this gap to start looking at the room she was in.

With just one glance, Lin Zhiqi withdrew her gaze and stared at her little feet that were so white that she could see the green tendons.

Actually, she wanted to take a few more looks, but there was nothing else in the room except the bed she was lying on now.

This won't be a place like a prison cell, right, the normal standard configuration of a prison cell, one, a bed, this is there. Second, the toilet, it seems that there is none!

Embarrassment. It must have been the wrong way I opened my eyes, or I thought of the toilet when I didn't want to drink water. It doesn't seem to have much to do with the eyes.

Lin Zhiqi suddenly felt a little uneasy, and rubbed her hand on her body, the fabric felt good, and it should be a high-quality silk cloth.

Hey? Why would I know it's silk?

At this time, her head suddenly stabbed slightly, and subconsciously, she raised her hand and rubbed the left corner of her forehead, and there was a slight bulge in her hand, and she followed this trace straight into the hairline, and a small piece of uneven touch made Lin Zhiqi feel frightened.

I looked down at the pajamas that were a little short (?). Wrapped in a small body, Lin Zhiqi suddenly pinched herself.

"It doesn't hurt! Sure enough, it was a dream. She muttered to herself comfortingly, but ignored that she didn't need any strength at all, and her whole body was already a little numb because of the fever.

After sitting in a fugue state for I don't know how long, Lin Zhiqi remembered that she wanted to drink water, and stepped on the bed barefoot.

In an instant, a feeling of coolness and refreshment came from the tips of the toes and went straight to the brain.

This made her remember that she seemed to be still in a fever, and looked left and right, and found that there seemed to be nothing to keep warm except for the quilts behind her, but ...... She glanced back at the heavy futon, which was pressed against her body, and she was estimated to have to crawl.

Since it's a dream, it shouldn't matter! With this thought, Lin Zhiqi no longer bothered with the problem of keeping warm, stood up directly, and staggered to the outer room.

Except for the locked, rather heavy cabinet in the corner, it was still empty.

It seemed that because she knew that she couldn't drink water, her throat was even drier than just now, and Lin Zhiqi had to cough a few times to relieve it.

The sound of "clang" drew her gaze to the door that cut off the outside world.

The door didn't seem to close, but the wind didn't blow it completely open.

Lin Zhiqi came to the door with the support of the wall, and immediately saw the lock hanging between the two doors.

Really...... It's really a prison cell!

Obviously, I thought this idea was strange before, but now I have a kind of peace that I already knew.

A gust of cold wind came from outside the door, making her shiver, and the next second, she was attracted by the white outside the door.

"It's snowing!" Lin Zhiqi muttered.

She remembers that every time her mother talked about her childhood, she would mention the heavy snow that happened once in 50 years when she was born, but unfortunately, she had never seen real snow except for one or two hailstorms for as long as she could remember.

With a little longing from her childhood, Lin Zhiqi stretched out her hand through the crack in the door, wanting to catch the snowflakes blown by the wind.

……

"Mother, mother, it's snowing!"

"Yes! It's snowing, does Zhi'er like it? ”

"Hmmm! Like! Mother, is Daddy coming back? I remember him saying that he would be back when it snowed. ”

……

With the melting snowflakes in her palms, a conversation sounded in her ears without warning, and Lin Zhiqi seemed to see a little Lori in the arms of a beautiful woman, and asked the Latin American woman to go out to see if her father had returned.

The stinging pain in her head came again, and Lin Zhiqi felt that the scene in front of her began to become blurry, and then, her body involuntarily walked towards the big cabinet in the corner.

A key-like object appeared in her hand as she felt through the cracks under the cabinet, and when she returned to the door, her slender arm sticking out of the door again, and the lock was easily opened, as she had done so many times before.