Her last memory was of abdominal pain, cold and falling into a bottomless hell.

In my sight, it was not a dazzling flame, but a comfortable paleness, just like countless mornings waking up from dreams, and the light of the sky diffused from the window.

Su Yijing closed his eyes forcefully, and then slowly opened them again.

She found herself sleeping in a vermilion tent, with a soft brocade mattress underneath her body, and although she felt dizzy in her brain, the sharp pain in her lower abdomen had dissipated, and there was no longer that desperate feeling of dry cracking and stinging in her throat and eyes.

Could it be that because of his noble background, even if he goes to hell, he is treated with fine clothes and food?

In the chaotic mind, such a ridiculous idea suddenly appeared.

Suddenly sober!

Jumping up from the couch, lifting the vermilion gauze tent, standing barefoot on the floor paved with cherry wood, looking blankly at the surrounding scene - the silhouette of green bamboo is reflected in the Qian screen window, and it can be imagined that the soft south wind is gracefully wandering in the flowers and leaves, and a pot of Qionghua has bloomed on the pear blossom wood case under the window, and the thrilling jade is reflected by the pale skylight, and the edge of the Baibao grid standing against the wall is a ink-colored landscape painting. The lonely nine-branch lamp in front of the bed, the red candle is obviously cold, and the smoke coils out from the carved incense on the ground.

What was the crisp sound behind him, and when he turned around, he saw a beaded curtain.

It's familiar, but it's also unfamiliar......

Subconsciously look to the left again-

On the carved ebony makeup, her blurred figure was reflected in a bronze mirror.

Jade white gauze clothes, green silk hanging shoulders, the figure is not completed!

Yijing spread out his palms and placed them in front of his eyes......

These were her hands, but they weren't the same hands she had before she died, both fingers and wrists were too slender.

"Wu Niang!" A woman's soft voice suddenly sounded behind her, with a slight surprise and surprise.

A girl in green clothes, opened the curtain, sharpened melon seed face, curved willow eyebrows, and a pair of watery eyes looked at her.

"Spring twilight ......" Yi Jing shouted hesitantly, hearing his slightly hoarse voice, but it was childish.

Is it a dream? Is that still in a dream, or is it a nightmare?

"Wu Niang had a high fever for a whole day, and it only subsided last night, how can she stand barefoot on the floor." Chun Du hurriedly walked over, took Yijing's hand, and led her to the couch.

The warmth of her palms was so warm that she could really feel the blood surging in her veins.

So he carefully looked around again, those carved screens and embroidered paintings, and those jade bottles and porcelain bottles.

There is no doubt that this is her boudoir, a place she has lived in for more than ten years and is extremely familiar, not the Guan Sui Garden of the Chu Palace, not the Lantern Festival night full of haze and murderous intent! It's not ten years of Yuanqing, so ...... When is it tonight?

Yijing once again cast his gaze to the left, and clearly saw that in the purple vermilion glazed bottle, there were five different and exquisite silk palace flowers.

I remember, since I was seven years old, I was first interested in the silk flowers given by the spring palace, and my grandmother would give me a branch every year, and I would take it back to the boudoir and insert it on the dressing table, until she was still in time—then it was her cardamom years, her twelve!

The panic in his heart gradually subsided, and Yi Jing almost burst into tears, only then did he realize how afraid he was to wake up in the tenth year of Yuanqing - death, sometimes not the most terrible, the most terrible thing is to live, but I don't know how to face sin.

However, she hoped that the events that Yuanqing had experienced for ten years were just a nightmare by chance of the cardamom girl.

But even if she was shocked by the weight of this time, she also understood that it was just a luxury, if it was really a dream, she would be awake at this time, and she would be relieved, and she would not have so much hatred, nor would she be so ashamed.

"Wu Niang ......" Chun Du was obviously puzzled by the complicated expression of the beautiful scene, and asked worriedly: "Wu Niang still feels a headache?" Is your throat still dry and uncomfortable? The slave maid went back to the Duchess of the Kingdom, and asked the imperial doctor to come and see Wu Niang. ”

"Nope! No, I'm fine, I'm fine. Hurriedly refused, Yijing lifted the vermilion gauze tent and hid himself in the brocade: "Spring twilight, I'm just a little tired, you let me be alone, I'll rest again." ”

The fresh magnolia fragrance on the soft brocade is entangled with the rich lily fragrance outside the tent, enveloping the beautiful scenery gently, this familiar breath makes her no longer able to suppress her tears, bursting down the embankment, rinsing along the cheeks into the corners of her mouth, the bitter taste, like Yu Zhou handing over the bowl of hot tea before dying.

Crying bitterly, Yijing couldn't help but start thinking back to the past in her ridiculous and squandered time.

Golden branches and jade leaves, accustomed to pampering, like a pearl and treasure, she was cared for by the elders and grew up - the five mothers of the Su family of the Weiguo Mansion.

Bing Xue is smart, talented and beautiful, this is the praise of the elders around her; Kyoto Shuanghua, a famous lady, this is the world's evaluation of her. If you want to say that the most bumpy thing in the boudoir is nothing more than the eternal separation from her biological mother in infancy - her mother was born in the Huang family of Jianning Houfu, married her father Wei Guogong, and gave birth to a pair of twins with her eldest brother and sister, three years later, she had her again, but because of her weak body, she fell ill after giving birth, and died after only two months.

Even so, when her mother's cousin became her stepmother, she also took good care of her and treated her as if she were a parent, not to mention the most noble eldest princess of the Dalong Dynasty, her grandmother, who cherished her and loved her in every way.

She never knew how to cherish the love of her relatives, as if she felt that she deserved it.

Arrogant temperament, often arguing with sisters, even the sister-in-law of a mother's sibling, she has never been close to care.

Only for Yu Zhou, he is obedient and obedient, just because he is a childhood sweetheart, and there is no guess between the two.

Before Jilu, she had never had the word grief in her life, until the Queen Mother gave her marriage, and the yellow scroll linked her with Yu Zhou's cousin, Yu Feng, the son of the King of Chu.

Under the same roof, every time they meet, they have to maintain a few weeks of etiquette, and they have to be affectionate and long-meaning, but they have to pretend to be unfamiliar and polite, she and Yu Zhou once lived a difficult life.

She is unwilling, wants to struggle, wants to control her own destiny, and be with him, even if it is overnight.

At least that's what she thought at the time, at least at the time, she thought he was the same thing.

Life and death are broad, talk with Zicheng, hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. This is his promise, how pleasing to the ear, how touching and heartfelt! So much so that when he took the vial of poison into her own hands and pleaded with sorrow, she did not doubt his words at all.

He said-Yijing, the Holy Lord has ordered my father to open the mansion alone, and after March next spring, you and I will see each other again, but I am afraid of difficulties. Whenever I think that you and I must be separated, and we can't join hands anymore, I can't wait to die, Yijing, I can't die without you, Yijing, if I die, you only need to leave tears once, just forget me, poor Yijing, if I die, who else can comfort you?

How could she let him die?

He said that there is another way, as long as the prince is sicker...... This medicine can make him sleepy, if so, I can replace him as the prince of Chu and stay in the palace of the king of Chu and be with you.

Every word he said, she was convinced.

What a ridiculous thing this is, in vain she is still praised as a talented woman in Kyoto, and Bing Xue is smart, which is really a great irony.

After hesitation, she still mixed the poison into the medicinal soup of the prince with her trembling hands.

On the night of the Lantern Festival, the slaves and maids of Guan Sui Yuan were rewarded back to their homes to reunite with their families, only she, and her dowry maids served the son, in order to avoid people's eyes, she only left the most trusted Dong Yu in the house, she didn't expect that the bowl of hot tea that Dong Yu made for her was poisoned.

Shizi twitched in her arms, bleeding and dying of blood, at that time, she had not yet realized a death trap, and was already waiting for her gloomily.

The bowl of poisonous tea was poured out by him himself, handed it to hers, and comforted him in his mouth-Yijing, calm down, drink this bowl of tea first, believe me, everything will be fine.

But when she had a pain in her abdomen, she clearly heard his last words-

Yijing, I really loved you, but unfortunately you have to die, it was you who poisoned the son with your own hands, and then you took the poison in fear of sin!

At the last glance, I saw him standing in the warm light of the red candle, his expression was quiet.

At his last glance, he saw Dongyu standing beside him, holding a suicide note in his hand, smiling at her.

The retribution came too quickly, but it made her feel relieved, and the only pity was that it was not enough to resent.

Unexpectedly, God heard her regret and let her be reborn before everything happened, in this flamboyant and wanton cardamom, a beautiful time in the boudoir.

But in her heart, she was not at all relaxed and happy, but was heavily suppressed, almost unable to breathe, whether resentment was heavier than guilt, or guilt was heavier than resentment, Yijing still didn't dare to experience it carefully, she was not ready to face everything next.

Qionghua is in season, it should still be early summer at this time, and in May of the third year of Yuanqing, there is still a long distance from the cold Lantern Festival.

Suddenly, I heard that there seemed to be a mocking voice outside, a slightly sharp and elevated voice was shouting, Chun Du was explaining aggrievedly in a low voice, and there was a woman's calm voice reprimanding, soft and childish voice was comforting, and it seemed that there were still people adding fuel to the fire, these voices were clearly familiar to her, but they were a little unfamiliar.

Her sisters, who were all young at this time, but by the time Yuanqing was ten years old, most of them had already married other women, and they didn't have much opportunity to have a dispute or a heart-to-heart conversation.

Yijing quickly wiped away the tears on her face, remembering cardamom back then, she didn't like to cry.

But still lying facing the wall, I heard the light and crisp sound of the bead curtain, and then a string of footsteps, outside the Zhu gauze tent, it was Sanniang's sharp voice: "Fifth sister, if the weather is sunny like in the past, it will be three poles at this time, why are you still resting?" ”

Yijing sighed secretly.

Although her third sister is competitive and competitive, she is not a rude and domineering temperament, especially in front of her mother and daughter-in-law, she is the most well-behaved and clever, but the principle of the third sister will collapse whenever she meets her, and she has to compete with her.

There was a series of paces, and I thought that the sisters had followed Sanniang to her couch, staring at her backbone, and Yijing gradually felt a little uncomfortable.

You can't avoid it horizontally and vertically, so it's better to face the provocation head-on.

But before Yijing turned over, Chun Du had already opened his mouth to persuade: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's not that Wu Niang doesn't want to see you, it's really hot last night, and I just retired a little this morning, the slave begged the girls, just let Wu Niang rest for a while, and when Wu Niang is well, I will definitely thank the ladies for coming to visit." ”

Banniang also cautiously persuaded: "Third sister, let's go back, don't disturb the fifth sister's rest." ”

Banniang and Sanniang are both the daughters of Wei Guogong, but their temperaments are very different.

Where is Sanniang willing to listen, the goose egg face is raised high, two willow eyebrows are raised, the slender eyes are slightly wide, and the gaze is along the bridge of the nose to the spring twilight: "Our sisters talk, how can there be a place for you, a slave to interject, do we come to visit the fifth sister, and we have to write a post and hand it to you for approval?" Don't stand aside yet, don't point fingers here and make people annoyed. ”

The eldest daughter of the princess of Weiguo, Yichen, couldn't stand it anymore, her cheeks were long, her apricot eyes were slightly glared, and she naturally revealed a solemn demeanor of the eldest sister: "Spring twilight is also for the sake of the fifth sister, what is the reason why the third sister is annoyed with her, I just advised you not to come in, you didn't listen, you had to disturb the fifth sister's rest, carefully I gave my mother and grandmother, and punished you again." ”

Even if Sanniang was not convinced, she didn't dare to force her mouth in front of Sister Yan, so she had to pinch the corners of her mouth, and an eye swept towards Chundui, and she slashed it heavily.

The second lady of the second room, Yihua, was unwilling to miss the opportunity to instigate the thorn child, pinched the Jinpa with two fingertips, and smiled at the corner of her lips: "The fifth sister obviously had a fever last night, Linglong came to visit, and when I went back, I just happened to listen to it in Yuanying Hall, why did we come and become the ones who only got rid of fever this morning?" ”

Yijing sighed again, thinking that today there was this second sister who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and he couldn't avoid it, so he lazily turned over, pretending to be awake from a big dream, opened his sleepy eyes, propped himself up and half-leaned on the pillow, and looked at the sisters who were not standing in front of the couch in turn.

The eldest sister, the second sister, the third sister, the fourth sister, the sixth sister, the eighth sister, and the seven golden flowers of the Guogong Mansion gathered together, which is really complete, but for a while, I can't remember why I was sick, which attracted all the sisters to come to visit.

"Wu Niang!" Seeing that Yijing was woken up, Chun Du hurriedly stepped forward, picked up half a dozen red yarns with one hand, and quickly brushed the hair of Yijing's sideburns: "Wu Niang's illness is not well yet, so don't stay." This voice was whispered in Yijing's ear.

Reborn cardamom, goodbye to the glorious sisters, in fact, the heaviness in Yijing's heart has also been slightly lightened, but there are too many chaotic thoughts in her head, and she really has no spiritual entertainment, so she listened to Chundui's persuasion, and half-leaned on the couch weakly: "My head is still a little dizzy, and I can't stay with the sisters, it's really lazy." ”

Erniang laughed lightly, still pinching her orchid fingers, and shook the Jinpa in her hand: "Ouch, the fifth sister has been sick for a day, why is her mouth sweet, when did she talk to us so politely?" ”

"Look at the appearance of the fifth sister, the corners of her eyes are still red, she must have been hiding and crying just now, are you still blaming your grandmother for punishing you?" Sanniang seemed to be smiling, with a pair of slender eyes that already had some charming charm, and swept back and forth on the beautiful face several times in an instant.

Reprimanded by your grandmother?

Yijing suddenly realized that she was the pearl of her grandmother's palm, and if she wanted to be punished, there was only one time in more than ten years...... But it was after this time that she became estranged from her grandmother, so that she later ......

The suffocating heaviness pressed on Yijing's heart again, making her frown slightly, it turned out that the guilt in her heart was not just for that person.

"Fifth sister, this shouldn't be, you must know that grandmother has always treated you as a meat on the tip of the heart to hurt, even if it is punished, it is also for your good, you are angry with your grandmother, you copied the scriptures in the Buddhist hall all night, and suffered from the cold, and tired grandmother worried about it, if this son still blames grandmother, isn't it even more unfilial?" Sanniang saw that the beautiful scenery did not match, and became more and more unforgiving.

No wonder Sanniang will come to "visit" her own patient, it turned out to be for the sake of schadenfreude, if according to her own previous temperament, she must be attending the meeting and she is not reluctant, but after experiencing that Lantern Festival night, I know what kind of person with real malice is, Sanniang is just so strong, and there are some knots, so I often quarrel with myself, it is nothing more than a battle of words, I was used to disagreeing with her in my previous life, and she has not really hurt herself, if she can be more tolerant in this life, maybe she can eliminate Sanniang's resentment.

Thinking so, Yi Jing rubbed the corners of his eyes and said obediently: "The third sister criticized me because I was not filial, so my grandmother worried. This is not all perfunctory, but it is also from the sincerity of Yijing.

Sanniang was shocked, and even those slender eyes turned into ginkgo, staring straight at the beautiful scene, as if she had become a monster with three heads and six arms!

Erniang only thought that Yijing and Sanniang would pinch each other, and were about to find a chair to sit down and watch the play, but they were also dumbfounded when they heard this, and only said in a half-ring: "Fifth sister, don't burn out your brain, right?" ”

"What nonsense is the second sister talking about?" Yichen reprimanded, pursed the corners of his lips, and then walked to the edge of Yijing's couch and sat down, and tried her forehead with his palm: "The heat is really retreating, but listening to you are still dumb, you still have to be careful, we won't bother you, you have a good rest." ”

The eldest sister has always been strict, she was not close to her in the past, but she can live a lifetime, Yijing has a different experience of family affection, and suddenly understands that the eldest sister has always cared about herself, but the expression is a little stiff, thinking of the previous life, the eldest sister is lying on the sickbed, and it is only perfunctory to visit her by herself, she has never cared about her difficulties, why did she get to such a situation in the peach and plum years? It's too ruthless and indifferent, and I can't help but blush with guilt.

There are many words that cannot be said in detail, only to make amends.

Ever since she woke up, she had found something to do with all her might besides resentment and revenge.

Seeing that the eldest sister spoke, even if many people were unwilling, they had to say goodbye, Banniang walked to Yijing's side and said with a smile: "Ming'er, I'll come to see the fifth sister again and talk to you." ”

Siniang, the second daughter-in-law, also smiled and said goodbye to Yijing.

Only Liu Niang maintained her usual taciturn style, only bowed her head slightly to the beautiful scenery, and did not say a word from beginning to end, and really cherished the words like gold.