Jiang Qiushui found that since she got married, she would dream of Qi Jin every night.

From the perspective of a bystander, she watched the bits and pieces that Qi Jin experienced since he was born, watched him receive cold eyes from his father since he was a child, looked at his mother's guilt, endured the bullying of his peers, watched him like a little beast hiding in a no-man's corner and licking his wounds, watched the light in his eyes rise and fall, extinguish and ignite, become more and more dim, and finally grow into a joy and sorrow, always smiling.

She had heard him recount her childhood experiences in the past, even if it was only a few general words, and she felt distressed and pity when she listened to it, but now that she had witnessed it with her own eyes, she knew how restrained he was in what he said to her at that time.

The little person should have been held in the palm of his hand by his parents, but he learned to be cautious and observe words and emotions early.

Jiang Qiushui really wanted to reach out to help him up, hug him, and take him by his side.

She thought that if she could have met Qi Jin earlier, she would definitely not let him go through this.

But she could only watch, and could do nothing.

In the dream, Jiang Qiushui couldn't stop crying.

Qi Jin gradually realized that something was wrong, if he had nightmares once or twice once in a while, he could still understand it, but Jiang Qiushui was crying every night.

He tried to wake her up, but Jiang Yushui didn't respond at all.

He tried to ask her what she dreamed about, but Jiang Yushui just shook his head and said he didn't remember.

However, he found that after Jiang Yushui woke up every morning, he would be extra clingy and gentle to him.

Although this made him a little happy, Qi Jin still tried a lot of methods, hoping to let her sleep well at night.

I've tried things like soothing incense and pillows made of sleep aids, but they don't work at all.

Just when he was wondering how long this situation would last, suddenly from a certain day, Jiang Yushui stopped crying at night.

Qi Jin quietly observed for a few days, and after making sure that she would not have nightmares again, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

——

Before I knew it, it was almost the fifteenth of this month.

At this time in the past, the medicine bag sent from Beicang had already reached Qi Jin's hands, but now he has not received it.

Qi Jin instructed Jin He to investigate.

When Jin He heard this, he stood still in place.

Qi Jin saw that something was wrong, and raised her eyes to look at him, "What's wrong?" ”

"Your Highness, there's something I don't know if I should tell you or not." He scratched his head.

Qi Jin inexplicably had a bad premonition, and said in a deep voice: "Say." ”

"The Queen Mother, she's sick...... I heard that it's quite heavy, and I've been in bed for a long time......"

But His Royal Highness was always indifferent to the news of the Queen Mother and even a little resistant, and his subordinates were entangled for a long time, and they never knew whether to report to him or not.

Jin Ha looked at him uneasily.

After Qi Jin heard what he said, he didn't say anything, and said calmly, "I know, let's go down", and waved his hand to let him leave.

Jiang Yushui sat beside him and looked at him.

It turned out that the sachet he wore on his body from time to time was really made for him by his mother, and it seemed that it would be made regularly in the middle of every month and sent to him.

Since Qi Jin specifically asked, this naturally wouldn't be an ordinary sachet, besides, why should an ordinary sachet be sent all the way over?

Jiang Qiushui had the heart to ask, but seeing that his expression was not quite right, he temporarily dispelled this idea.

Qi Jin suddenly said: "I'll sleep in the guest room tonight and tomorrow." ”

She was stunned, "Why?" ”

Qi Jin looked at her with a complicated expression, hesitated for a moment, and still told her.

It turned out that he was born with a strange poison, and every fifteen he would lose his mind and become bloodthirsty and violent, and he didn't know it when he was young, because his mother's family had studied medicine for generations, and his mother was also a master of perfumery, and she had been quietly balancing his emotions with special incense.

It wasn't until he heard his mother propose to his father that he be sent to Nanse as a proton, but the nine-year-old boy was in a surge of blood and lost control, carrying a sword in his hand, and his eyes were red to slash those who tried to control him, and the blood stained the palace of the Beicang Imperial Palace red.

Since then, Qi Jin has known that she has a special physique.

But he didn't understand at the time, obviously he was a brother of the same mother, why was Qi Song different from him?

Jiang Qiushui remembered his uncontrollable appearance during the previous autumn hunting.

But at the same time, she also thought of Prince Ji Xia Shu.

The symptoms described by Qi Jin were so similar to Xia Shu that they could almost be said to be exactly the same.

Jiang Yushui fell silent.

She remembered that Xia Shu had been living well in her previous life, and she only entered the palace regularly every month for the first two years, and then she didn't come back.

Did he find a way to detoxify?

——

Although Qi Jin told her not to worry, as long as she survived these two nights, how could Jiang Qiushui really rest assured?

Jin He and the others were all sent away by him.

At night, she sat alone at the door of the guest room where Qi Jin was.

The lights were turned off early in the house, and it was quiet.

Jiang Qiushui was bored and held his face to look at the moon disk on the horizon and count the stars.

Just when she thought the night would pass peacefully, there was movement in the house.

There was a fierce crackling sound of the object shattering, accompanied by the man's suppressed and irascible roar.

Jiang Yushui was dozing at that time, and he stood up suddenly, standing outside the door and looking inside, "Qi Jin, are you okay?" ”

There was silence for a moment, and she could only vaguely hear Qi Jin's hoarse voice, telling her to leave.

Of course, Jiang Yushui refused to leave, and was still asking: "How are you?" Didn't get hurt, right? ”

Qi Jin didn't squeak, followed by an overwhelming sound, Jiang Yushui heard him seem to snort, and his heart jumped, but he tied the door from the inside, and she couldn't push it open from the outside.

Jiang Qiushui set his eyes on the window.

A moment later, Jiang Qiushui stood in a messy room, looking at the man who was about to draw his sword.

Jiang Qiushui's eyebrows jumped suddenly, and he didn't want to step forward and knock down the sword in his hand, but he was unexpectedly clasped in his arms by cutting his hands back.

"You ......"

He seemed to be clenching his teeth before he popped out a word, and the force in his hand tightened violently, bursting out of green tendons, as if he was enduring great torture.

Jiang Qiushui was almost out of breath by his strength.

She struggled for a moment and said softly, "Let go of me first, okay?" ”

Qi Jin hesitated for a moment, and after several struggles in his deep eyes, he finally let go of his strength.

"Let's go." He used what little sanity he had left to let her go.

Jiang Yushui didn't move, turned around and tiptoed, hooked his neck with both hands, and stuck to it.

Once touched, it is a spark.

Qi Jin's eyebrows froze, his hand clasped her waist, and pressed her against the wall in a few steps.

The force in his hand was not light or heavy, Jiang Qiushui's back hurt, and he subconsciously twisted his eyebrows, but used more gentle force to soothe his emotions.

This really seemed to have an effect, and Jiang Qiushui could feel that his movements were no longer so irritable.