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Yun Qianjin collapsed on the bed, the pain in his heart spread to the muscles and bones of his body, and the sweat on his forehead quickly wet the pillow.

"Miss! Miss, are you awake? ”

The immature voice was very soft and gentle, and it was still a little familiar, Yun Qianjin's fingers moved, and he slowly opened his eyes.

There was a damp, rotten, musty smell in the room, and by the dim light it was barely clear that the space was cramped, and only this bed was placed, and the bed was washed white.

Yun Qianjin struggled to get up, but was pressed on the bed by the maid, and said with a solemn face: "Miss, the doctor said that the wound on your face will crack when you see the wind, so don't go out!" ”

Yun Qianjin blinked, and gradually came back to his senses.

She looked down, and with just one look, she was stunned.

Woody?

It's woody!

Wasn't she given to her groom by the eldest lady and tortured to death?

Yun Qianjin remembered that he only had time to see Mu Xiang one last time, but unfortunately it was too late, and Mu Xiang was very uneasy.

His heart hurt very much, Yun Qianjin hissed, and tears rolled down.

It's just that Mu Xiang looked at him at the age of fourteen or fifteen, his little face was immature, and his voice was still brittle, and a ridiculous idea appeared in Yun Qianjin's heart.

She was born again?

"Muxiang, go get the mirror." Yun Qianjin's voice was not calm, pointing to the mirror, and gradually suppressed her tears.

Mu Xiang was weak in his hands and feet, and he didn't dare to go, so he could only hang his head and persuade in a low voice: "Miss, although the injury on your face looks serious, it can always recover, so you should recuperate with peace of mind." ”

Something didn't sound right, Yun Qianjin immediately made a decision, jumped out of bed and sat in front of the bronze mirror.

In the mirror, she has a small bun on her head, her little face is immature, she looks no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, and when she frowns in pain, she is very cute.

It's just that the right side of her face has a scar that slides from the corner of her eye to her neck, thick and long, like a giant centipede lying on her stomach.

Yun Qianjin gently stroked her face, and finally remembered that she was only fourteen years old at this time, and seeing that there was only less than half a year before the coming-of-age ceremony in the year of Jilu, her face was ruined.

Originally, she and Yun Chuli went to the temple to pray for blessings, hoping that the eldest lady Chu who was sick in bed would recover soon, but suddenly rushed out of the bandit and took advantage of the chaos to cut her face.

If it weren't for Yun Chuli desperately protecting her, she would have been cut off by her head.

So Yun Qianjin has always remembered the goodness of her eldest sister and vowed to repay her, but after a painful life, what else does Yun Qianjin not understand now?

This is just everything that the eldest lady and Yun Chuli have planned a long time ago, otherwise how could she just scratch her face, so that she didn't dare to see anyone and refused to participate in the coming-of-age ceremony, so she was not included in the family tree! It has become a veritable concubine!

It's ridiculous that she was still grateful to Yun Chuli for temporarily going to the coming-of-age ceremony for her and calming down a turmoil, but Yun Chuli was waiting for this opportunity! Good to enter the family tree!

Yun Qianjin looked at himself in the mirror with a hideous face, hooked his lips, and showed an intriguing smile.

She remembered everything in her previous life, and she would never trust others in this life, she asked them to settle the hatred owed to her! She wants them to live rather than die!

Relieving from the pain, Yun Qianjin looked at the wood fragrance in her glasses, she was trembling, as if she was trying to control her emotions, but her eyes were still red.

"If it weren't for the eldest lady who wanted to go to a remote temple, you wouldn't be disfigured, if this spread, how could you hold your head up in the future?"

Yun Qianjin smiled lightly, it was the same in her previous life, Mu Xiang always persuaded her not to believe Yun Chuli, but she never listened.

"Mu Xiang, you can tell the truth, but then you will be targeted, and you will be plotted. You and I both understand the true intentions of the eldest sister, but if others don't believe it, the truth will become a rumor, do you understand? ”

Yun Qianjin's face was very heavy, her heart was a little stuffy, and she couldn't breathe, but she was still smiling as hard as she could, but the resentment between her eyebrows and eyes was very heavy, covering her entire face.

Mu Xiang's heart trembled, and she felt that there was something different about the young lady when she woke up this time, but she couldn't say it, so she could only nod her head and say yes.

She took the medicine box on the dresser, wiped some medicine, and said, "Miss, I'll apply the medicine to you, the doctor said that this medicine must be wiped three times a day, otherwise it will leave a scar." ”

The medicinal fragrance is quiet, and the smell is very pleasant.

Yun Qianjin narrowed her eyes, she smelled one of the medicines in the plaster, the Broken Intestine Grass!

For ordinary people, this medicine will make the skin appear fairer and translucent, beautiful and moving, but unfortunately it is bad that it must not be applied to the wound.

Will have a bad face!

And a bad face is simply a fatal wound for a woman!

In his previous life, Yun Qianjin didn't dare to see people because of his rotten face, and it wasn't until he gave up on himself and simply didn't apply plasters that his face gradually recovered.

But by that time, her reputation for being saltless had already spread, and the powerful people avoided her.

Yun Qianjin's eyes were dark, and he said: "This plaster is wiped off a little bit with a cloth every day, so as to avoid throwing it away from some people, and I only say that I am very happy with this plaster, and I am using it three times a day on time." ”

Mu Xiang thought that this medicine was worth a hundred taels, and her flesh hurt a little, so she couldn't help but persuade: "The slave was worried that there was fraud in it, so she tried it on her face, and recently she found that her face was becoming more and more delicate. ”

"If there is no wound, this medicine is harmless, but if there is a wound, this medicine will only cause the wound to festering and pus." Yun Qianjin sneered, she was only fourteen years old, they used such a vicious way, they really looked up to themselves!

Mu Xiang was startled, but saw that Yun Qianjin's face was calm, and then he gradually calmed down.

Yun Qianjin pulled the rice paper and wrote a prescription, and instructed: "Go to the small workshop to get the medicine according to the prescription, and each workshop only takes one medicine. ”

Acting so cautiously, and with such a delicate and clear mind, Mu Xiang was a little stunned when she heard it, and she was sad for a while.

The huge Prime Minister's Mansion, the young lady can be by her side, but there is no one, how many times can she escape death to be so thoughtful?

The master and servant were talking, when there was a sudden knock on the door, and a sharp voice sounded: "Second Miss, the lady and the slave are here to bring you ginseng soup." ”

Yun Qianjin remembered that this was Zhang's mother's voice, she was the Chu family's dowry maid, and she had been in the prime minister's mansion with the Chu family for more than ten years, and she had already become the most useful mother by her side.

She is used to being a person who can hold high and step on low, and it is impossible to personally deliver ginseng soup, Yun Qianjin suddenly smashed the bronze mirror and shouted: "My face!" What happened to my face? ”

Yun Qianjin's voice was shocked and painful, and her throat shook Mother Zhang outside the door.

Mu Xiang also cooperated and shouted: "Miss, the doctor said that you will take care of it, your face can be restored to its original state, don't be impulsive." ”

It's just that Zhang's mother didn't see it, Yun Qianjin sat in front of the mirror, crying desperately, but she didn't shed a single tear.

Her eyes were even less rippling, as cold as an ancient well, and so cold that people panicked.