Qiu Xiyin knew that she would not live long, and whenever she woke up crying from nightmares when she was a child, her great-grandmother would hug her tightly and tell her in a whispering voice, "Yinyin is not afraid, your child has a high head, and it is common to dream of ghosts, it's okay, even if you eat the food that the ghost gives you, it's fine."

It is necessary to remember, you must read carefully before eating, if the rice that the ghost gives you is white rice, you can eat it with confidence, if the rice is black, Yinyin, you must not eat, if you eat the soul, you will be hooked away by the ghost, go to the underworld to eat black rice, Yinyin must remember, remember, don't forget ......"

When she was a child, because of her weak body, she would always have nightmares, which were full of all kinds of ghosts, and she would always be scared to cry in the middle of the night.

But even when she had a nightmare, she also knew in her heart that she would be fine as soon as she woke up, and when she woke up, she would find that she was still in her grandmother's plump and warm arms, and as soon as she woke up, her great-grandmother would comfort her with a soft and long Wu Nong soft whisper not to be afraid.

Great-grandmother had been dead for many years, and before she died, she hadn't seen her for many years, not even the last time she had seen her.

And now, all the ghosts in her dreams have given way to one person, no, a ghost.

When that man was alive, everyone was terrified and became ghosts, and it seemed that even those fierce and evil ghosts were afraid of him, and with him, they did not even dare to enter her dreams.

During this time, she could always dream of him sitting on the edge of her bed, holding a sweet white porcelain bowl with her usual watermark plum branches, holding a porcelain spoon of the same color, and the rice grains scooped up by the porcelain spoon were full and round, and the grains were pitch black, like the finest obsidian.

His expression was always cold, and his voice was as cold as his person, but he spoke very slowly, almost word by word, and said to her, "Yinyin, eat something, and the illness will heal quickly."

When he called "Yinyin", the intonation and rhythm were very strange, it sounded very similar to "Yanyan" but not very similar, or the sound between "Yanyan" and "Yinyin", she asked him, and he said that it was the dialect of his mother's hometown, and in his mother's hometown, the word "Yinyin" was like that.

It's been a long time since she's heard him call her "Yinyin" in such a strange tone, and at first glance there is an inexplicable sense of loss, she wants to look up at him, but she reacts again, it's in a dream, he's dead, and he's become a ghost!

When he was alive, everyone in Beijing praised him for his complexion and demeanor, but when he died, his appearance was really not very good-looking, and after becoming a ghost, it was estimated that he was even more unsightly.

Qiu Xiyin didn't want to see the ugly ghost at all, let alone that the ugly ghost was still him, so he lowered his head even deeper.

When she looked down, her eyes were completely occupied by the black rice grains in the bowl he held in his left hand, and the black rice grains lined with the thin white porcelain bowl that could illuminate the light and shadow, which was strangely harmonious and beautiful.

The Great Grandmother's Sanskrit voice echoed in her ears again, "...... If the rice is black, Yinyin, you must not eat it, if you eat the soul, you will be taken away by the ghost, and go to the underworld to eat black rice, Yinyin must remember, remember, you must not forget......"

A cold wind blew on the flat ground, and the water spirit curtain at the door of the moon cave of the blue gauze cabinet clanged.

She looked away, the crystal clear water spirit was like a curtain of rain fluttering down the sky, she didn't like the rain, and she didn't like the noise of this tinkling dong.

She remembered that she had told him, but now, he still hung a water spirit curtain on her blue gauze cupboard, which showed that they coaxed her to say that he was good to her, but in the end it was just as she thought, and it seemed to treat each other differently, but in fact, he didn't take it to heart at all.

She couldn't help but smile bitterly when she thought of this, he had come to ask for her life, and she still expected him to remember that she didn't like the curtain of the water spirit?

Claim for Life –

Her consciousness was confused, asking for her life? He's come to ask for her life? But she didn't kill him!

Although, since the death of her little uncle, all she thinks about all the time is to poison him, the so-called beloved who has been married to her for thirteen years, but she didn't find a chance at all, he looked at her very closely, she didn't even find a chance to poison herself, how could she find a chance to poison him?

Not right-

She became more and more confused, and the black rice grains in the small porcelain white bowl in front of her slowly transformed into black blood gushing out of his mouth.

What did he say at the time?

Qiu Xiyin thought hard for a long time before he fished out sporadic fragments in his vague consciousness.

"Don't be afraid—" he said as he vomited blood, as if he had a slight smile, he rarely smiled, she remembered it well.

"Don't be afraid, poisoning to death, it's probably like this before you die, you've read all the medical books of Da Xiao in the past three years, and you always know this......"

He thought she had poisoned him!

Qiu Xiyin thought of this and somehow chuckled twice, Ning Shenzhi, Ning Shenzhi, you are conceited and your wrist is turned upside down, the city is deep, you have everything in the palm of your hand, but you are dying but you have the wrong person who hurt you!

"Qiu Xiyin! Qiu Xiyin! Ning Shenzhi seemed to know that she was laughing at him, his smiling face suddenly sharpened, and his voice became fierce, "Qiu Xiyin!" Qiu Xiyin! ”

With his loud shout, his hands that were originally holding the porcelain bowl fell to her shoulders and shook her fiercely, but she didn't hear the sound of the porcelain bowl falling to the ground.

"Qiu Xiyin! Qiu Xiyin! Qiu Xiyin! ”

Qiu Xiyin opened her eyes with difficulty, Qiu Buyan's beautiful face gradually became clear, she let out a long breath, and her heart was still throbbing because of the nightmare just now.

Qiu Buyi saw that she was awake, so he let go of his hands that were shaking her, tried to soften the smug smile on his face, gently helped her sit up, and took a pillow behind her.

Although her twin sister competes with her from time to time, she always subconsciously imitates her words and deeds, for example, at this time she is obviously proud and arrogant, probably to demonstrate to her, but she tries to pretend to be reserved, elegant and pitiful to smile at her, she feels tired for her.

"Third sister, come, take medicine".

Qiu Buyan sat on the brocade stool at the head of her bed, and took a bowl of black medicinal juice from Mama Lai's hand, and Qiu Xiyin smelled the special bitter taste of saffron from afar.

Qiu Xiyin suddenly changed color, and then he settled down to see Qiu Buxian, Qiu Buyan was wearing a bright yellow queen coat, covered with a golden embroidered cloud dragon pattern of the Xia veil, the tip of the Xia curtain fell with a jade pendant with a dragon pattern, and the head was wearing a swallow crown, and a pair of golden phoenixes were inserted on both sides of the crown, and the mouth was tied with beads.

It was cold, and the midday sun shone through the window on the slightly swaying knots on the sides of her hair crown, and instead of the warmth of the sun, it was dyed with the cold temperature of the pearl.

Qiu Buwei is really afraid that he doesn't know that she is the queen!

Even if she came to do this kind of thing, she didn't forget to dress like this, she was not afraid of struggling herself, staining her coat and curtain, and then pulling off her Yanju crown!

Her Yan Ju crown is very tight, and if she pulls it off, it is estimated that most of her hair will have to be torn off.

Qiu Xiyin looked around quietly, and sure enough, none of her own maids were beside her, and all the palace maids waiting around were wearing light green palace clothes, except for Lai Mama, who Qiu Buyan relied on the most, there were two old grandmothers guarding the door, both wearing palace clothes.

Qiu Buwei lowered her head slightly and stirred the medicine in the bowl with a porcelain spoon elegantly, ironically, the bowl in her hand turned out to be a sweet white porcelain bowl with a watermark plum branch that she was used to.

Qiu Xiyin secretly sneered, in the past few years, Qiu Buyan has learned her style by a lot, and pretended to ask casually, "What about father?" ”