I thought that a death row inmate like me would not be visited.

When Huo Suixin, dressed in a black suit, appeared outside the prison, I actually had the illusion of being in a different world, and when I saw him looking at me with a slight frown and compassion, I wanted to cry.

After looking at each other for a while, he walked in, carrying a lunch box in his hand, first put it on the table, saw that I was still sitting on the ground, and then came to help me up, sat in the position, then took out the food, and finally stuffed the chopsticks into my hand: "Eat, it's all what you like, and I brought you wine." ”

In front of me is the peach blossom brew we drank together, I don't drink well, he drinks very well, he loves to drink spirits, so every time he has a pot, I have a pot, although the wine is different, but the words are speculative.

It's just that I never thought that I fell on the Masakiji to which he belonged twice.

Seeing that I didn't hold chopsticks, he pushed me, and I suddenly hugged his waist and cried out the pain of the past few days.

He seemed shocked for a moment, and then touched my head.

I don't know where to start, I just feel wronged, and cry intermittently: "What do you say I did wrong?" I didn't know that my identity was fake, I was really unlucky, I was cannon fodder in modern times, and I was still cannon fodder in ancient times, it was better to be hit by a car and turn it into a meatloaf at that time, at least I was dead, and I didn't have to be like now. Huo Suixin, I'm uncomfortable to death, you go and beg the emperor, cut me down immediately, don't wait for three days, let me die now, I have never hated a person so much, you said that he wants to protect the real Ling Jinyu, then go and protect, he will come to tease me, and sleep with me, this bastard must not die well......"

I stopped crying until I was hoarse at the end, so Huo Suixin had to pick up chopsticks and feed me, while asking me: "You really don't remember anything?" I heard that your confession is unknown, but you don't know about your identity? ”

I shook my head and said to him in a low voice: "Actually, Ling Miao is really dead a long time ago, she died three years ago, how can I remember her things." I was an illustrator in modern times, I was hit by a car and died, and then I replaced the real Ling Jinyu and lived for a few years under her skin. Fortunately, she died early, but now I'm also fast, speaking of which I still earned, but it's a pity that the real ethereal, I could have got a whole corpse, and I was involved in dying without a whole corpse, it's really unlucky, unlucky when I was alive, and unlucky when I died. Huo Suixin, I heard that cutting off the head is to cut off the entire head, Ling Miao looks so good, for the sake of our acquaintance, can we collect her body? At least don't die too ugly, I'll try not to be so ugly when I die, you find someone to sew up her head, find someone with better skills, put on makeup and wear beautiful clothes, and bury her in ......"

I thought for a moment where I possessed the original owner: "Forget it, it's too far, it stinks when you transport it, you can find a place to bury it, and then burn some paper for her during the Qingming Festival, I'll forget it, but we have the same name, you still burn one more, and, don't tell Li Xing ......"

I thought about it for a while, they probably didn't want to know where the original owner's cannon fodder was buried, and it was really self-inflicted: "They definitely won't want to know where the original owner's cannon fodder is buried." ”

Huo Suixin: "What you said is true?" ”

"I'm going to die anyway, why lie to you?"

Huo Suixin suddenly stood up and ran out.

I grabbed the pot of wine and took a sip, I usually hate the peach blossom brew with a strong taste of wine, but now I only hate that it is not a strong wine, if I can get drunk, how good it would be to get drunk directly to the execution ground three days later......

I lay in the dark cell for three days, thinking a lot, thinking that I was going to die anyway, but my mood calmed down, and finally ushered in the day of the guillotine, I don't know if I was the first heroine to cross over and be beheaded, I'm really embarrassed, I'm really embarrassed to cross the crowd.

But if you think about it carefully, I am cannon fodder, so if you count it this way, it is not in vain to die such a vigorous cannon fodder.

As soon as I got out of prison, I was put in a black bag, and then two people led me around.

I followed them calmly, walked for a while, someone helped me into the carriage, and then I was dizzy, and then fainted, this ancient was quite considerate, afraid that others would lose their temper before being beheaded, or die too ugly, simply stunned, who said that there were no human rights in ancient times, I experienced a handful of humanistic care before being beheaded.

Just don't you ask me for my last words? I still think about being in the guillotine, but when everyone is facing it, I will say it strictly: Xianggong, I am willing to die for you, but don't forget what you said at the time, only marry me in this life! Come to such a bondage, so that whoever he marries in the future will be criticized behind his back.

Or roll your eyes and say: Labor and management are blind...... (Some swearing words are omitted here) simply scolded.

I was stunned before I could think about it, in fact, they wouldn't be worried that I would go to the guillotine gaffe, so give me a dizziness, and I know that I can't give any hope to the ancient humanities!

When I woke up, I opened my eyes and looked around, the bed, the soft bed, and the blue tent, the hook was still delicate, the room was still with flowers, and the key was that I could still smell the fragrance.

This ancient hell is so intimate, and the excesses of people who die to hell and give back to the scene of the human world are simply a model for the service world, not that I said, we humans should really learn from the ghosts.

I touched my neck, there was no trace of it at all, I don't know if it was automatically connected to this hell or if the craftsman Huo Suixin found for me was really skilled.

And to be a ghost, the body still has temperature?

The more I think about it, the more wrong it becomes, I can't be still alive, right? Or am I crossing over again?

I don't know what identity I'm crossing this time, won't it be cannon fodder again?

Hmph, if you are still cannon fodder, I will find out the real heroine, kill the hero first, and then kill the male protagonist too, no matter how handsome he looks, and then work hard to earn money and have beautiful men in the world.

After making my decision, I got out of bed, and when I saw the mirror on the table, it seemed that this was a later age than the previous one.

I quickly picked up the mirror and looked at it, and I went, even if I was happy with the real ethereal face, but don't use this face again.

Or is it that I haven't been beheaded at all, and what the hell am I still there?

As if to confirm my suspicions, a maid came in with a basin of water and saw me awake: "Madame, are you awake?" ”

Call me Madame? But I haven't seen her in the Prime Minister's Mansion, what's the situation?

But I've never really known Li Xing, and it's normal for him to buy a maid I don't know.

Or rather, this little girl is not a strict person.

I decided to give it a try and find out who her owner really was.

So I rehearsed it thousands of times in my heart before, but I never let me play the amnesiac drama, which can be regarded as a fine performance of this play: "You call me Mrs.? Whose wife? Who am I? ”

The little girl was a little confused by my question, and asked tentatively: "Madam, don't you remember who you are?" ”

I pretended to be weak: "I don't seem to remember what happened before, what's wrong with me?" ”

The little maid seemed to think of something and ran out.

I looked at her figure in the distance, my eyes froze, I don't know who it will be?

Not long after, an old man came, who is this? Did I really cross over again and give me back the old and the young? Don't do that.

He walked in step by step and stretched out his hand: "Madam, please let the old man give you a pulse." ”

It's okay, it's just a doctor. I reached out......