Ling Xiu'er opened her eyes and found herself in a state of chaos, and she struggled to move her limbs to escape from this dead darkness, but to no avail.

Her whole body was like falling into the deep sea, her ears were silent, and her eyes were shrouded in boundless darkness, and she wanted to scream, but her voice was choked in her throat, as if there was a ball of cotton plugged.

Suddenly, a ray of light flickered in the distance, and Ling Xiu'er saw hope, raised her foot, and walked towards that light.

The closer she got, the light gradually outlined the shape of a person, and a touch of uneasiness gradually rose in Ling Xiu'er's heart, and the closer she walked, the stronger the uneasiness became, like a small whirlwind kicking dust in Ling Xiu'er's heart.

In the center of the light, there was a person lying down, seeing that person's face, Ling Xiu'er's eyes widened, he was Cao Yu.

Cao Yu was in a pool of blood, blood was gushing from the third of the ribs under his chest, Cao Yu's face looked painful, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak.

Ling Xiu'er suddenly fell to the ground, tears were already in her eyes, she crawled to Cao Yu, covering the wound with her hands, trying to make the blood flow slower, so that Cao Yu would not lose too much blood and die.

"Don't, don't go, don't leave me. You said yes, and you'll come back safely. You're not that kind of untrustworthy person, are you? Ling Xiu'er choked up, her eyes as big as soybeans smashed on the back of her hand, and the feeling of heartache spread throughout her body.

"Xiu'er, Xiu'er, maybe I can't go home." Cao Yu struggled to raise her hand to touch Ling Xiu'er's head, her bloodstained hand trembled slightly, but before she could touch Ling Xiu'er's face, she fell again.

Ling Xiu'er cried and trembled, grabbed the falling hand, felt the body temperature of the person in her arms gradually dissipated, her body gradually became stiff and cold, and Ling Xiu'er's heart became so painful.

"Don't!" Ling Xiu'er woke up suddenly, opened her eyes, and saw the familiar room interior, and the broken hair on her forehead had already been soaked with cold sweat.

The dream just now was too real, and that scene still made Ling Xiu'er feel frightened in her heart, she took a deep breath, and the cool air of the early morning also blew away her little sleepiness.

Ling Xiu'er turned over and got out of bed, took a sip of tea to moisten her throat, and didn't want to stay in this room any longer, she was too depressed, she decided to go out for a walk.

Opening the wooden door, the creak was so abrupt in the quiet of the morning that it startled one or two birds perched on the branches.

Ling Xiu'er came to the courtyard, but she didn't expect to meet Zhang Ze, who was exercising in the morning.

"Lord Zhang, morning." Ling Xiu'er was the first to speak and said hello to Zhang Ze.

"Miss Ling, morning." Zhang Ze nodded, completely ignoring that he had changed his name, his eyes couldn't help but wander on Ling Xiu'er a few times, and he asked again: "Why did you get up so early?" ”

"I had a nightmare, get up and relax." Ling Xiu'er sighed lightly, did not say anything about the content of the dream, and maintained a polite manner.

But Zhang Ze seemed to be very interested in talking to her, and after a few conversations, Ling Xiu'er learned that Zhang Zezu was an official of the imperial court, but now his family is in the middle of the road, and it is not as good as before.

“...... Half of the capital's dignitaries, BMW incense cars are in an endless stream at my doorstep......" Zhang Ze said and couldn't help but be a little fascinated. If his family fights for a little bit of gas and does not decline so quickly, he doesn't know how to be a lackey of others.

Zhang Ze's eyes couldn't help but bring a little bit of light, and his tone was a little excited, the pride that belonged to the family always existed in his blood, no matter what his situation was, he was still that glamorous nobleman.

Ling Xiu'er listened quietly, and she saw the same resentment as Cao Yu from behind Zhang Ze. It's just that as a rural woman, she doesn't know the word integrity, so she can only look at Zhang Ze silently with soft eyes, but this is enough for Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze suddenly realized that he was talking too much, these were originally secrets that he had buried in his heart, but in the process of talking to Ling Xiu'er, looking at her smart eyes, he couldn't help but want to give her everything.

Zhang Ze shook his head, leaving the unrealistic ideas in his mind behind.

He looked up at the sky and found that time had passed unconsciously, the sky had changed from a little dark in the early morning to bright light, and the light of the sun was also sprinkled throughout the courtyard, Zhang Ze said to Ling Xiu'er: "Look at me, I said something messy." Mrs. Cao should not be surprised. ”

Ling Xiu'er shook her head, "Zhang Zhuangyuan's heart is not happy, so it's natural to say it, just call me Ling Xiu'er." She is just a tribute wife, and she can't afford the name "Mrs. Cao".

Zhang Ze smiled heartily, and liked Ling Xiu'er even more in his heart, and invited her to have breakfast together.

Ling Xiu'er nodded, after breakfast, Sun asked Ling Xiu'er to accompany her to the temple, Ling Xiu'er thought about going to the temple by the way to pray for Cao Yu, so that the gods would bless him with a safe return.

After praying in front of the Buddha statue, suddenly an old monk wearing a yellow robe and a red robe came over. The old monk was calm, not like an ordinary monk.

Ling Xiu'er learned from Sun's appearance and the old monk's luggage, but saw that he kept staring at him, as if he could see through himself.

Just when Ling Xiu'er wanted to ask, the old monk spoke first: "This female benefactor, you are a blessed minister, but your life is hard, you need to pay more attention to your body, and you also need to be cautious in needlework." ”

When Ling Xiu'er heard the word "needle and thread", she unconsciously remembered her ability to embroider things into reality, could this old monk be an unpredictable prophet and see through his secrets?

But now that there are many people, she doesn't want to ask a few more words, and the Sun family also called her name behind her back, so Ling Xiu'er can only suppress this thought, thank the monk and leave with the Sun family.

"What did Abbot Huikong tell you? He doesn't give people advice easily. On the carriage, Sun talked about Buddhism with a pious face.

Ling Xiu'er pinched her earlobe weakly, "It's okay, just tell me something about blessings and misfortunes, and I didn't understand." ”

"Since ancient times, blessings and misfortunes have depended on each other, Xiu'er, this is a good thing." The Sun family has an old monk's indifference, which tugs at Ling Xiu'er's heartstrings, what does Abbot Huikong mean?

Shaking her head, Ling Xiu'er saw that Sun was still staring at her, afraid that she would ask about the side matter again, so she gave priority to provoking the topic, "Zhang Zhuangyuan is not a lot this year, right?" Why don't you see him marrying a wife, is there someone in the capital who is waiting to go back and get married? ”

"Don't mention it." Sun's eyebrows locked up when he mentioned Zhang Zhuangyuan, she raised a family, "My family Ze'er is not close to women, and she doesn't have a family." This marriage problem really makes me, an old woman, distressed, Xiu'er, you comment, no matter how big his official is, he has to become a biological child, right? ”

Ling Xiu'er understood Sun's anxiety, but she didn't expect her to belittle her son like this, thinking of Zhang Ze, who was serious in front of ordinary people, and facing her mother's urging to marry when she went home, Ling Xiu'er was inexplicably a little happy.

She comforted Sun and said, "Madam, you don't have to be too anxious, marriage also depends on fate." Moreover, Zhang Da is very popular, and the woman who can be worthy of him is naturally one in a million, and she is by no means an ordinary woman. ”

I didn't want Sun to hear this, so I snorted disdainfully and said, "I don't care about this, I just want to hug my grandson quickly." ”

Ling Xiu'er said yes and yes on the side, and said some beautiful things to make Sun happy, and Sun stopped talking about it.

Passing through Buzhuang, the noise coming from inside made Ling Xiu'er frown, and who came to make trouble, it was really not peaceful for a day.

She ordered someone to stop the car and prepare to go down and have a look.

But before Ling Xiu'er could stand firmly, Fan Meihua rushed out with her clothes, and when she saw Ling Xiu'er, she threw her clothes to Ling Xiu'er as if she was looking at an enemy, and shouted loudly: "Ling Xiu'er, you embroidered my skirt badly." You have to pay me today! ”

Ling Xiu'er reacted quickly, reached out and took it, and the skirt fell on her hand, if it was really thrown on her face, it would be a little embarrassing.

Faced with such a scene, she asked Sun and the maid to go back first, and she stayed to deal with Fan Meihua.