ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

I only remember that in the hazy state before losing consciousness, Sifeng Beiling fell asleep lying on the side of her bed.

When I woke up again, it seemed to be raining outside.

I knew that it was rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and the scenery was beautiful, but it was difficult to go out.

Raising the hand that had no sense of touch for a long time, it was re-bandaged, and the non-healing wound still oozing a little black blood, and it didn't look very good.

Just as she was about to get up, a figure rushed in from outside, and before she could see the person clearly, a steaming bowl came to her, raised her eyes, and looked at her with a smile: "Your brother said that you showed signs of waking up in the morning, and sure enough, it was not in vain that I asked people to make porridge for you." ”

“……”

Xinglian took it and said thank you, and the man opposite spoke again, "Xing'er, you slept for four days this time, but a few elders of the Hua family have already developed a few antidotes, just wait for you to wake up and try it." ”

"Four days?" Xing Lian raised his eyes and glanced outside the house, thinking of the man who had been poisoned with her, he couldn't help but speak, "What about Sijingyan, are you awake?" ”

It's okay not to ask, but as soon as I asked, my originally smiling face immediately collapsed.

Four Winds Beiling snorted reluctantly, "You remember him well, why aren't you worried about your injury?" After a pause, he said, "I woke up yesterday." ”

"Oh." She nodded, lowered her head and tasted the porridge in her hand.

After taking a medicinal bath and taking some pills, the injury from being sneered at by the statue was almost healed, and the beast poison on his arm was ......

Anyway, it doesn't hurt or itch left and right, except for being sleepy, there is no other feeling, which makes it difficult for her to have a sense of crisis.

Si Jingyan woke up yesterday, and he didn't know what the situation was now, but Xing Lian didn't plan to continue asking, just now he casually asked this man as if he was complaining about something, and if he continued to ask, maybe he would really drag her back to the Holy Capital immediately and get married directly.

I haven't eaten for four days, my throat is dry and painful, and I am much more comfortable with some warm porridge water.

"Xing'er, it's still early, I'll take you outside to watch the rain in a while, okay?"

Seeing that she obediently drank the porridge in the bowl, Sifeng Beiling leaned a little closer, with a faint smile in her eyebrows.

"Watching the rain?" Xing Lian glanced out of the house, the drizzle was dripping, and occasionally he could see one or two girls holding oil-paper umbrellas walking outside the window, and their graceful posture was not hurried, which was very different from the hurried subordinates in Qiao's mansion.

"It rarely rains in the Holy Capital, and it's rare for you to go back to Jiangnan, and you should also see where your mother lived." Sifeng Beiling stretched out his hand and pulled the coat on the screen to wrap her, "It's very beautiful here, there is a pavilion in the back garden of the house, and below is a pool of blue lotus, the scenery is very good." ”

Xinglian didn't make a sound, of course she wasn't interested in the rain scene, but when it came to the place where Hua Wei had lived, perhaps, she should indeed use the eyes of this body to take a good look.

Without waiting for Xinglian to reply, the man who had put on her coat leaned over, picked her up suddenly, and strode out of the house.

The distress at the bottom of his eyes was suppressed by death, with a brisk smile on his face, and with a flick of his toes, an oil-paper umbrella was hooked up and fell on Xinglian's body, "You have injuries on your body and can't get wet, and I can't use my hands empty, just waiting for you to hold the umbrella." ”