Chapter Eighty-Five: Borrowing the Dead to Resurrect the Soul

After Song Wan was taken over, she was arranged next door to Huang Ziqi's courtyard, this palace is big enough, and it is not bad for such a place. Song Wan has always wanted to see Huang Ziqi since she came, but she was persuaded by the disciples of the Medicine King Valley, saying that Huang Ziqi was refining medicine for her, and even if she went, she wouldn't be able to see her, so it was better to stay in the room obediently to recuperate.

Song Wan had no choice but to stay in the room first, and then Aunt Gui went to inquire about the news, and when Huang Ziqi finished practicing the medicine, she went to look for her, but before she could wait for Aunt Gui's news, Huang Ziqi came with the freshly refined medicine, and when she saw that Aunt Gui was not there, she asked, "Where is Aunt Gui?" "That old servant was brought by Song Wan from her mother's house, and she has been serving her since she was a boudoir lady, and she is like a sister, and she has always stayed by her side since Song Wan was sick, taking care of her carefully, and now why is there no one to see.

Song Wan covered her mouth, coughed heavily a few times, looked at Huang Ziqi, her eyes were full of tears, she slowly raised her hand, and beckoned to her: "Come here!" The tone was soft, but also a little lacking in breath.

Huang Ziqi has frowned since she started coughing, she is not only poisoned, but also has tracheitis, and the experience is so miserable, it is really pitiful. Huang Ziqi walked in front of her according to her words, put the brocade box containing the pill on her bedside, and said softly: "There are three pills of this medicine, three times a day, and it must be taken half an hour after eating." ”

Song Wan's eyes never moved from the moment she came in, she kept looking at her, kept watching, as if she wanted to make up for the hundreds of years that had fallen in front of her.

"Heart!" Her mouth moved, and she finally called out the two words, and by this time her face was already wet with tears.

Huang Ziqi's body stiffened slightly, looking at Song Wan, her eyes were complicated.

Song Wan gently wiped away the tears on her face, a good-looking smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and said, "Xin'er, can you take off the mask and let my mother take a good look?" ”

Huang Ziqi pursed his thin lips slightly, then raised his hand, landed on the edge of the mask, and took off the mask covering his face.

Song Wan looked at her face, the face she had just wiped wet was wet again, but the smile on the corner of her mouth was getting brighter and brighter.

Huang Ziqi hesitated for a moment, after all, she felt that she had occupied other people's shells, and it didn't seem to be good for other people's affairs, so she took out a hand towel, bent down, and gently wiped the tears on Song Wan's face, she sighed softly: "Don't cry!" Huang Ziqi is not good at comforting people, and he only spit out these two words after holding it for a long time, but in Song Wan's heart, he has won countless in the world.

Song Wan nodded, her voice choked: "Well, my mother doesn't cry!" ”

It took a long time for Song Wan to recover, and Huang Ziqi was not very good at comforting people, so she could only watch from the side.

"Xin'er, what happened in the first place? Did your dad do it? Song Wan's eyes were very sharp.

Huang Ziqi felt a little different, she actually knew!

Huang Ziqi didn't deny it, and nodded: "Hmm!" ”

In fact, Huang Ziqi is still very confused about her father wanting to kill her, no matter what, tiger poison does not eat children. And the white tap was very good to her before, why did she suddenly want to kill her? Not only that, since then, Bai Fei seems to have changed a person, no longer like the previous gentle and considerate atmosphere, if the previous Bai Fei was a gentleman, then the Bai Fei after is a proper villain, what can make a person's personality change so much? Unless...... There was a different person in that shell. Thinking of this, Huang Ziqi's brows frowned, and her thoughts broadened a little, yes, why didn't she think of a different person in the shell before? She borrowed corpses to resurrect her soul, so why can't others?