She felt her body being lifted, and her squinted eyes were full of fire.

The man dressed in white shuttled through the fire, and in her eyes, it gradually became the only scenery left.

The palace people finally rushed in to put out the fire, but the fire was too big, the shouts continued, the smoke was rolling, and no one could find the emperor.

That night, Qiu Yi had a nightmare in a drowsy mood, dreaming that his soul was out of his body and returned to Zhao Zishi's side, and he kept hearing someone crying beside Zhao Zishi.

Low, slight, mournful and desolate.

Her soul floated in mid-air, and when she saw herself in the ice coffin, she slept peacefully, completely oblivious to the disturbances in this world.

Zhan Yu knelt in front of the ice coffin, crying heartbreakingly.

It is said that the dead can't stand the crying, otherwise, on the Huangquan Road, there will be stumbling blocks, regrets, and after reincarnation, he must be a sad person.

However, people love to cry before the dead because they grieve for them.

Ignoring the path of reincarnation of the dead.

Does Zhan Yu want to cut off the reincarnation of her Zhao Zi?

The soul is separated from the body, and Qiu Yinong doesn't know whether he is in a dream or in reality.

Suddenly, she saw Zhan Yu, who was kneeling in front of the ice coffin and crying in a low voice, raised her head to look at her, as if she saw her soul floating in mid-air, she suddenly woke up from her dream, and felt a chill all over her body.

What catches the eye is an elegant bamboo house.

The furnishings in the room are simple and clean, the carpet is spread on the floor, the smoke curls out of the stove, the sky is bright, the bamboo window is open, and the window is swaying green and lush bamboo, the wind blows the bamboo, swaying, and occasionally the fragrance of bamboo wafts into the house.

The mountain air was fresh and pleasant, and she took a deep breath, feeling a pain in her chest.

Looking down, I saw that I was lying on the bamboo bed, I had changed into a clean white gauze nightdress, wrapped comfortably around my body, revealing a large section of my chest, my collarbone was swollen high, and the bones had been picked up.

I remembered that what she saw before she fainted was Dry Bone Huan.

I think it was after she fainted to death, Dry Bone Huan helped her pick it up.

He brought her back to the breeze grass house, the breeze was gentle, the air was fresh, the green smoke was curling, and the climate change in the late autumn and winter gave birth to the dense water vapor, fluttering and sprinkling, making the bamboo forest a little hazy.

Some of it was cold.

She immediately liked it, and it's no wonder that Dry Bone Huan likes to stay here, this place can really make people feel happy.

She looked over, the white gauze nightdress was lifted slightly, revealing her slender snow-white calf, but the calf of her left foot had been wrapped in gauze, and a large piece was burned, even if the wound healed in the future, it would definitely leave an ugly scar.

But she didn't care.

It's a blessing that her life can stay, how can she still want to be beautiful so pretentiously?

While I was thinking, I heard the door pushing.

Raising her eyes, she saw the maid San'er coming in sideways, holding a bowl of medicine in her hand, turned around cautiously, and saw that Qiu Yinong had woken up and was looking at her, and was suddenly startled, her courage was not ordinarily small.

However, then he cried out happily: "Girl, you are awake!" ”

She walked over smoothly with the medicine, put the medicine on the table, walked to the bedside, reached out and probed her forehead, and said with a sigh of relief: "Girl, you can be regarded as having a fever, if the fever does not go away, the son will die in a hurry." ”