"Le Changfeng, I hate you."

But if there is no love, where does hatred come from? In the final analysis, I still love Xiao Changfeng in my heart.

I dreamed again at night, and for a long time I didn't see the little boy appear in my dream again, but he grew a lot taller and looked better. In the dream I became a bystander, watching the little boy being turned at him one by one, and the men who were much taller than him pushed him away at once. He was already very thin, but now he has a long body, and he looks like a skeleton from a distance.

I didn't expect his childhood to come from this situation, when I was still playing carefree, enjoying the love of my parents, and the warmth of my family, he was suffering, and life was worse than death. He was so cautious that he looked at people like a dog and lived to be young. In the end, I saw the little boy's face when he grew up, warm and wanton, and two little tiger teeth looming, he was Gu Xiu.

I woke up from my dream and stared at the goose-yellow curtain until dawn.

I was sick, I had a high fever, and my mind was foggy and I just felt like someone was playing with my body and pouring medicine into my mouth. It tastes so bitter, it's even worse than my mother's cooking. I spit it out, and someone fed it back to my mouth, and again and again, I resisted uselessly. I seem to see my eldest brother, who is helping me carve a mahogany sword with a knife. When I was eight years old, my body was weak, and some people said that I was an evil and needed to be accompanied by a peachwood sword to avoid being destroyed. My eldest brother carved a peachwood sword with his own hands, a very small one, about the size of my palm, with blue tassels hanging on it, which was also my favorite. For this reason, I laughed at my brother for a long time, saying that he was good at fighting and playing with swords, but he could not make the simplest wood. Besides, where did you defend yourself with such a small peachwood sword?

I heard Le Changfeng's voice, which sounded like he was angry, and knocked off the glass bowl. He pinched my jaw and it hurt so much that I wanted to pat his hand away and tell him you hurt me. But I really don't have any strength in my body, let alone refute, I can't even lift my arms.

"You really don't want to live." He said.

I nodded weakly, yes, I really don't want to live anymore, I'm too tired.

"But I won't let you die." He laughed twice, and the laughter was terrible, cold and harsh, and echoed in my ears like a spell.

Le Changfeng let go of the hand pinching my jaw and poured a basin of cold water on me directly.

The biting cold made me wake up instantly, and I also saw the wooden basin in Le Changfeng's hand and the broken glass bowl on the ground, I gasped, wiped the water droplets on my face, and threw it at Le Changfeng while there was still water in my hand. Naturally, my water can't be compared to Le Changfeng's basin of water, but I am still very happy to see the water flowing on Le Changfeng's face, which I poured on him.

"Even if I can't kill you, at least I can be angry with you." I laughed at him.

Le Changfeng was really angry: "Since you are like this, don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

He was gone, and took away all the maids who served me, and nailed me with planks of wood and doors, leaving only a very small hole to bring me food every day. I was like a bird in a cage, and a bird with broken wings, yes, still with a high fever.

I got out of bed and groped for the floor to crawl to the rocker closest to the window. It seemed to be snowing heavily, and all that was left was the soft snowflakes except for the thick green grass and trees. The cleaned path still has their footprints.

There is still a climate gap between Licheng and Miaojiang, I came only during the Mid-Autumn Festival, autumn just came, and only after half a month, Miaojiang has already spent winter here. Fortunately, it wasn't too cold, otherwise I would have frozen to death in my thin clothes.

Le Changfeng's heart is really ruthless, colder than this cold winter day.

I couldn't speak, I couldn't laugh, my face twitched. With such a beautiful scenery outside, such a beautiful blue sky and white clouds, I'm afraid I'll never see it again.

I'm sorry for my father, I'm sorry for my mother, if it weren't for my insistence on marrying Le Changfeng, there would be no such things. At that time, my father stopped me and gave me a month to make me think, and I thought that I had already seen that Le Changfeng had other plans to approach me when he came back from this trip. But my father didn't expect that I would be so willful that I would secretly leave the city and travel thousands of miles to the capital to find Le Changfeng.

I liked him so much that I thought he would treat me sincerely. It's that I'm so stupid, so stupid.

I smiled, looked out the window at the bright sun, and fell into a deep sleep.

Le Changfeng finally ordered the witch doctor to save me, and gave me a bowl of soup that I don't know what it was, it was as black as a bowl of ink, and it was very unpleasant. The next day my fever went down, but this time I was burned for too long, and my body was sore and painful, as if my bones were numb.

Le Changfeng has been with me for the past few days, watching me eat and drink decoction with his own eyes, even if he sleeps at night, he will wait for me to fall asleep before leaving. I didn't say a word to him, I didn't look at him, I saw him as air, and he did the same to me.

It only takes one day, and the last day is before I can die. I don't know why he saved me, why did he save me when he had no feelings for me, even resentment.

My body has always been unaccustomed to the water and soil of Miaojiang, so in the past two months, major and minor illnesses have continued, and the weak body is only left to hang in one breath, and it is common to faint. Now the bitter decoction seems to me to be commonplace, and it is indispensable for a meal. I drank more than my son's serious illness. I want to live, for my mother and eldest brother who were imprisoned by Le Changfeng, I also want to live.

I began to eat well, sleep well, read books when I had nothing to do, and chat with the two Miaojiang girls who served me. They are a pair of brothers and sisters, the elder sister is Zhuhe, and the younger sister is Zhuqin, who are on errands in the camp together. They were very respectful to me on weekdays, and they would answer me no matter what I asked, and occasionally make a joke to amuse me, but I never laughed.

"Girl, this is a pastry personally selected by the prince, it is hot, and the girl should try it quickly." Takeha came in with a plate of pastries.

Under the fog shrouded in heat, the white and bright thing is Qiushui hibiscus cake, but this is Miaojiang, and the water and soil are different from those in the capital, so the Qiushui hibiscus cake made is much more yellow than that of the Central Plains.

"It's definitely not as delicious as what I used to eat." I turned my head, unwilling to look at it.

Zhuhe smiled and said, "The girl can easily make up her mind without tasting it, but it is a waste of the prince's heart, this pastry is made by the best pastry master in the palace, and the taste is absolutely excellent." It may be different from what the girl ate before, but maybe it has a different flavor. ”