The sudden sound made Tang Qing'er, who was in a hurry, feel like she had been doused with ice water, and she lost her anger in an instant.

Tang Qing'er came back to her senses, retracted the threat in her eyes in seconds, gently stirred her little hand, and looked at Ye Xiu Du with the appearance of a little woman.

Everyone: "......"

This woman changes her face so fast!

Momiji was stunned, it turned out that it only took six people to make the princess turn back into the princess in her memory.

The emperor, the queen, the crown prince, the second prince, Mama Xiao, and the cultivator of the Fengcang Kingdom.

The person in the princess's mouth can't be ......

Momiji looked at Ye Xiu Du in surprise, looking like he had seen a ghost.

The person in the princess's mouth can't be him.

Momiji shook his head, no, no, this idea is too terrible, it must be shot off, shot off!

"Smallpox, it should be the illness of this despicable brother."

Tang Qing'er spoke softly, and from time to time she peeked at Night Xiudu, completely looking like a boudoir lady.

Night Xiu Du is quite funny in his heart, this woman is not tired?

But I have to say that she does have the taste of a princess when she pretends to be, but she is indeed a princess, but she is indeed not suitable to be a princess.

This is Ye Xiudu's second impression of her.

Because she's so wild.

Have you ever seen a master leaning against a tree without a form, and the subordinate sitting on a branch?

"That cowpox is ......," Wen Feng beside Ye Xiu couldn't help but ask.

Tang Qing'er glanced at him, didn't see who it was, lowered his head, and ignored him.

Continue to take small eyes and aim at Ye Xiudu.

Wen Feng was a little embarrassed and scratched his face.

Tang Qing'er glanced at Ye Xiudu, and inadvertently saw this scene, and looked at him again.

When he saw who he was, his eyes widened for a moment, but he rolled his eyes again, as if he didn't see it.

It's just that......

Tang Qing'er stretched out her left hand, pulled the red leaves over, and pushed them in front of Wen Feng.

"Momiji, you come and explain to him, I don't want to talk nonsense."

How Hongye was pulled by Tang Qing'er's arm to Wen Tian, she didn't know herself, she only knew that she was already standing in front of Wen Tian at the moment, and Ah Fan in her arms didn't know when she would get into Tang Qing'er's arms.

And across from her, stood a handsome man.

Momiji looked at Wen Feng with a smile, but his little face became more and more ruddy in Wen Feng's rather awkward smile.

Tang Qing'er stroked Ah Fan's hair, her eyes wandered between the two of them from time to time, her dark eyes seemed to flash a light, and the corners of her lips were hooked, how she looked like a little fox.

Hehe, these two are really a good match, haha!

Ye Xiu raised his eyebrows, he was quite interested in Tang Qing'er's actions, no, it was her every move, he was interested!

Soon, Momiji's embarrassed and powerful voice sounded, "Our princess said that lime water is only sterilized and disinfected, and you can't drink it directly, and you will get sick." Moreover, the only cure for smallpox is cowpox. ”

After Hongye finished speaking, he retreated to Tang Qing'er's side, still smiling and standing.

"Also, smallpox is contagious." Tang Qing'er took a step forward and lightly pointed to the pole.

"You see, his face is not very good. He also contracted smallpox, so he must have been the one who took care of his brother. Now the most important thing is to find the person who milks the cow to squeeze some white juice from their pimple, and then I will plant it for you, and you will be considered good after 14 days when you are stable. If you come into contact with this kind of disease in the future, it will not be easy for you to get it. ”

"Disease from an animal? Wouldn't that be dangerous? Mo Xian exclaimed.

"I, my two brothers have cowpox and are safe and sound, is your life more precious than me and my two brothers?" Tang Qing'er raised her lips and asked.

"......" Mo Xian shut up and stopped talking.

With all that said, what else can he say?

Tang Qing'er approached Ye Xiudu, who was closest to her, stared at his face, and then walked to the others and stood up, staring at their faces.

It wasn't until he finished looking at Mo Xian's face that he would come to Ye Xiudu.

Ye Xiu raised his eyebrows, and the faint refreshing floral fragrance returned.

He found that this woman had that faint refreshing floral scent, and although the taste was relatively light, you would be obsessed with the taste.

Smelled it once, and want to smell it again.

Natural, yet addictive. Night Shudu came to a conclusion.

Tang Qing'er's good-looking brows were furrowed, her small mouth was choked, her left arm was wrapped around her chest, and her right hand was supporting her good-looking and small chin, looking worried, and her little mouth was still muttering: "What can I do about this, what should I do......

What to do, depending on their condition, should be that everyone has smallpox, and there is no village or anything, no cows, and no women who milk cows.

She just knew his whereabouts, she couldn't just let him die like this, what to do, what to do, what to do, what to do!

Tang Qing'er was anxious, so anxious that she was dying.

"Isn't this smallpox from your Tianyu Country?"

Ye Xiu stared at Tang Qing'er's every move, and finally, a sentence came out of his mouth.

Forehead......

Tang Qing'er's eyes froze.

Momiji was stunned as well.

Ye Xiu Du hooked his lips mockingly, looked at her, and wrote lightly: "Isn't it from your Heavenly Rain Country?" Still loaded? Pretending not to be tired? ”

From the time the doctor said, 'This disease was originally transmitted from the land of heavenly rain,' he began to be suspicious.

And from the time he knew her identity, he had been guessing and thinking.

Maybe she pretended to be too good, or maybe she really didn't know, so he hasn't seen any flaws so far.

Of course, this was just his speculation, and there was little confirmation.

Tang Qing'er was stunned for a moment, and a sense of grievance arose spontaneously from the bottom of her heart.

Tang Qing'er glanced up at Ye Xiudu, but just one glance, Tang Qing'er understood.

He was suspicious of Tianyu Country, and he was there, suspicious of her.

Mo Xian and the others looked at each other, and suddenly as if they had received some kind of answer, they stared at the so-called culprit in front of them.

Tang Qing'er raised her eyes, but what she saw was such a suspicious look, she suddenly felt that her heart was so stuffy, something was blocked in her chest, heavy and depressed.

He was like that, they were like that, and so were her two older brothers.

Why should everyone be suspicious, why does this feeling of being doubted hurt so much.

This feeling is really annoying.

Tang Qing'er took a few steps back, and a few tears scrambled to snatch Tang Qing'er's eye sockets. Tang Qing'er tilted her head and blinked, her eyes were slightly red, and she was very aggrieved.

"Princess......" Hongye hurriedly supported Tang Qing'er, there were too many twists and turns, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

Tang Qing'er didn't dare to raise her head, she didn't dare to look at their eyes, she just felt that that kind of suspicious look made her heart ache.

The pain that she buried deep in her heart, the ones that were repeated in her mind all the time, reminded, and even dreamed, could think of that terrible and heart-rending thing again when she dreamed back at midnight.

Her heart was constantly aching, her guilt and self-blame were like an invisible knife inserting into her heart all the time, telling her all the desperate wails for so many years, the helplessness that she wanted to say but couldn't speak, the countless pleas for help but couldn't say it, the pain that was about to drive her crazy made her at a loss.

Victim or persecutor, which one is she?

Is it the victim who is forever ridiculed and bullied, or the persecutor who killed her parents, brothers, friends, and mentors?

She can't tell anymore, the memories left by those years, which are enough to destroy all her will, push her into the endless abyss, shatter her bones, and can't be redeemed, she can't tell whether she is a persecutor or a victim, only struggle.

Struggling with pain and remorse, struggling with the death of relatives and friends because of her trials, struggling with all this pain by herself, struggling with wanting to tell them everything but unable to say it, struggling with wanting to be comforted by them but having to bear their doubts.

She wanted to struggle, but she couldn't get rid of it for a long time.

She wanted salvation, but she couldn't tell it.

She wanted to beg to be spared, but she didn't know who to talk to.

She wanted to tell them, but she didn't know if she could be forgiven.

She could do nothing but linger in pain and remorse, and there was no relief in it.

On that day, she told others all the experiences she had enough to destroy her sanity in the form of stories, and those others were her two own brothers

She still remembers how much her heart hurts.

It turns out that it hurts so much to struggle in pain, it hurts so much to want redemption in guilt, and it hurts to ask for comfort when telling others about her experience.