"The girl's wind chill is getting worse and worse, and she hasn't seen any improvement after drinking so much medicine."

Under the eaves, the dripping rain fell and fell on the red palm of the girl's hand.

The girl in Tsing Yi sitting on the other side raised her head and said weakly: "I don't know why I fell into the pond, who can stand this cold winter?" ”

"Alas, forget it, instead of complaining here, let's go to Mama Zhang and ask for two more pots of good charcoal, this copper wire carbon is too big to light the cigarette, and the girl will not be able to stand it."

The maid next to her nodded, then stood up, picked up the oil-paper umbrella standing beside her, and left the courtyard.

The voice of the conversation faded away, and the girl lying on the bed in the room quietly opened her eyes.

Song Wanfeng looked at the pale cyan tent above her head, and her mind was in a trance for a moment.

She only remembered the pain of licking the flesh and skin of the tongue of fire at the end of death, and the indifferent eyes of the man without a trace of emotion.

She didn't expect that she had been married to Chu Mohan for ten years, and in the end she couldn't withstand a trumped-up 'gossip', she ascended to the back seat in her previous life, she thought that she would be happy to come to the end, but she didn't expect her sister to enter the palace, and in the end it was inevitable to fight, but she was not defeated by conspiracy and trickery, but defeated by people's suspicions, which is really ridiculous.

"I'm ......" she moved her lips, her voice a little hoarse.

"It's dead...... Or was it saved? ”

I tried to get up with my hands on the bed, but there was a dizziness in my head, and I fell down hard again.

A dull pain came from behind, Song Wanfeng's eyes widened, she raised her hand, pulled up her sleeves, and the smooth skin came into view, as if she couldn't believe it, and reached out to touch her cheek again, making sure that there were no pitted scars, and a terrible thought surged in her mind.

She struggled to her feet, trying to shake off the vertigo in her mind, and stumbled to the dresser next to her, looking at the pale, ghost-like woman in the bronze mirror, and for a while, a low laugh came out of her throat.

The laughter was intermittent, as if someone had choked the neck, rough and hoarse.

Song Wanfeng sat in front of the dressing mirror, turned her head to look at the drizzle outside the house, and her thoughts suddenly came like a torrent.

Looking at the furnishings and arrangement, it should be the Zhuangzi of the Song family.

Five years ago, she got tuberculosis for unknown reasons, and she didn't get good when she procrastinated, so Mrs. Liu took the initiative and sent her to Zhuangzi, which is called meditation and cultivation, but there are too many charms and charms in Zhuangzi, not to mention cultivation, and even the word meditation can't be done, and over time, her disease not only did not improve, but became more and more serious.

She remembered very well that at this time in her previous life, the weather was getting colder and colder, and the cold ice in the house was really unbearable, and at that time her two maids were also sent out by Mama Zhang, so she could only drag the sick body and go to Zhang Lan in person, wanting a few pots of charcoal, but she didn't expect to meet Zhang Lan's son Chen Zhao when passing by the small pond.

That Xu Tao is unlearned and unskilled, and behaves frivolously, when he saw her alone, he couldn't help but be moved, probably because he saw that no one in the entire Zhuangzi had ever regarded her as a serious master, so he was so bold.

In the struggle, she accidentally fell into the pond, after being rescued, there was only one breath left, Zhang Lan was afraid of being responsible, so she asked a doctor to treat her, but as soon as the wind and cold improved, it quickly declined, repeatedly, and the pain was unbearable.

If it weren't for the fact that someone from the Guogong Mansion came to pick her up, I was afraid that she would be able to delay her illness for several more years, or maybe she would have lost her life.

Song Wanfeng turned her head and her eyes fell on the bronze mirror.

She never thought that she would have to start over one day, all the things she had experienced in her previous life were like experiencing an absurd and sad nightmare, which was repeated in her mind, and only she knew that those false feelings and deep calculations eventually turned into bloody hatred, firmly engraved into her bones, until one day, rotting into mud.

Song Wanfeng took a breath and coughed violently, as if she was going to cough up her lungs, and she refused to give up after the cold wind poured in.

Baicao and Dewdrop, who had just walked into the yard, glanced at each other, and then hurriedly ran into the house, looking at the delicate voice leaning on the dresser, covering his mouth and coughing heartbreakingly, his eyes couldn't help but moisten, Baicao hurriedly poured water and handed it over, patting her on the back while feeding her saliva.

Seeing this, Dew Drop picked up the medicine bag in his hand and turned around and ran down to decoction the medicine.

After a while, the cough gradually subsided.

Song Wanfeng was exhausted, her eyes were wet and red, and she was panting as she sat in Baicao's arms.

Baicao said while smoothing her back: "The girl has finally woken up, and the slave and the dew are worried about it these days. ”

Song Wanfeng nodded weakly and asked, "How many days have I slept?" ”

"It's been three days and three nights, the slave maid is really worried, girl, you are so ......" Baicao's voice was a little crying, but it was quickly suppressed, and a faint smile appeared on her little face: "But now that the girl is awake, half of the slave's heart will be able to fall." ”

Song Wanfeng smiled weakly: "I've been asleep for so many days, are there any rumors in the house?" ”

"Rumors?" Baicao was stunned, but shook his head with some confusion and said, "Slaves and maids, I haven't heard any rumors. ”

Song Wanfeng lowered her eyes to cover the cold light under her eyes.

When she woke up in her previous life, she also asked Zhang Lan to deal with Xu Tao, but the two of them beat him up, saying that she seduced him regardless of her face. She was already weak, and she couldn't afford to be so humiliated. Then rumors followed, so people looked at her with contempt, so that when she later returned to the Guogong Mansion, the rumors also circulated throughout the capital, making her lose face.

However, in this life, things are still turning around, and she is not in a hurry to take off the disgusting faces of these two people, after all, she will have to wait for a while before she can give the enemy the most painful blow.

"Girl, the slave maid will help you to go to bed and rest, it's getting colder and colder this day, and your illness is easy to get a little better, but don't freeze anymore." Baicao said worriedly.

Song Wanfeng nodded, and Baicao supported her half of her body, helped her to the bed, and after she sat down, he covered her with a thick quilt.

After waiting for a while, Dew Drop decocted the medicine and brought it over, walked to the side of the bed, carefully placed it on the low stool on the side, and then looked at Song Wanfeng and said, "Girl, do you feel better?" The slaves and maids just went to Mama Zhang to get a few pairs of medicines, and the girl should drink them quickly. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the medicine bowl and was about to feed Song Wanfeng, but unexpectedly, the other party turned his head and refused very obviously.

The two maids were stunned for a moment, and Baicao couldn't help but ask, "The girl is afraid of hardship?" If so, the slave and maid will go and get a few candies, and in the past few days, Mama Zhang has given the slaves and maids a lot of things as if her conscience has found it. ”

After hearing this, Song Wanfeng turned her head, her eyes were deep and heavy, like a deep pool that could not be seen.

The two girls watched, and somehow, a cold air came from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and both of them couldn't help but shiver.

Then, he heard Song Wanfeng's voice without ups and downs: "Take the rest of the medicine and let me see." ”