Soon after the autumn, Ning Qing was infected with wind and cold, and she couldn't afford to get sick, and she didn't get better after taking many medicines.

After just over a month, Ning Qing described her as withered, her face was so pale that she couldn't even get out of bed.

The doctors in the city asked for it, but they all shook their heads frequently and said that they were terminally ill.

The old lady of Yanfu had already quietly prepared for her afterlife.

In the past few days of Ning Qing's illness, the Liu family has been loyal and has been waiting by the side.

Liu took the decoction, helped Ning Qing up, and fed her the medicine.

It's just that before he could take a few sips, Ning Qing coughed and spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"Little ...... Miss ......" Liu was shocked and wept bitterly.

Who would have thought that in just one month, the originally good person would become what he is now.

Ning Qing looked at the blood stains on the handkerchief, and her eyes were dead......

She Ning Qing was born in a slight cold, but she was just the daughter of a small squire.

The biological mother was lowly and a concubine, but because she was persecuted by her mother-in-law, she went less than two years after giving birth to her.

When her father was alive, her mother would still pretend to her.

But since her father died of illness when she was ten years old, she lost her asylum in Ningfu, was suppressed everywhere, and was frequently bullied by her mother and several sisters-in-law.

Although she came from a humble background, her heart was higher than the sky.

Since childhood, he has been determined to seek glory and power for himself and become a master.

Only in this way do you not have to look at people's faces and be humiliated and trampled on.

It's a pity that she has no family background to rely on and no network resources.

was born with a mediocre appearance, and could not use his beauty to deceive the royal family and nobles.

Along the way, she Ning Qing was able to become the wife of General Yan, the pillar of the country, relying on her own strategy and courage.

How downtrodden the Yan Mansion was back then, and it was a conviction of the ministers.

The mother and son lived in the lowliest slum in Wujiagou, and made a living by sewing and selling characters, often making ends meet, starving and cold.

Even so, she still resolutely married in the past, and was not less despised and ridiculed by her mother and sister-in-law.

But she is very clear in her heart.

Yan Qi is dignified and has a furrow in her chest, and it is impossible to be a poor scholar for a lifetime.

As long as the Empress Dowager Xigong is not dead, there will be a glimmer of life in Yanfu, so she did not hesitate to bet on the biggest bet in her life.

Now the world only sees her from a humble background but she is the wife of the Yan Mansion, and they all say that she is so blessed and praise General Yan for her love and righteousness.

But she didn't know that she was robbed of her husband by a maidservant on the first night of her wedding, and it didn't take long for her husband to join the army.

She served Mrs. Yan alone, guarding in a slum like Wujiagou, waiting for seven years, and a woman's best years passed away in endless waiting.

Yan Qi came back after becoming famous, and she once became the general's wife who was welcomed by the nobles of Haotian City.

But those noble ladies looked down on her from the bottom of their hearts, thinking that she was from a humble background, and she was not talented and good-looking, and she was not worthy of the handsome General Yan.

I thought she was just lucky and lucky.

Luck?

Scold~

How could they, the humble concubine of her mere squire and small household, get the glory and dignity she has now, it has never relied on luck and the so-called "fate".

All they rely on is their own calculations and means.

It took her a big gamble in her life and seven years of hardship to finally get the position of Yanfu's wife, and all this was what she deserved.

cough cough cough ...... cough cough cough ...... The violent cough pressed on her chest and lungs, almost suffocating her.

"Miss...... Miss ......"

Liu Shi helped her pat her back smoothly, and her eyes were dizzy from crying.

Ning Qing's expression slowed slightly, looking at the medicine bowl, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he roared angrily: "I'm not reconciled!

With a snap, he slammed the medicine bowl to the ground, and the string of Buddhist beads that he had been carrying in his hand was also thrown out, and he fell to pieces with the decoction.

"Woooooooooo......oo I'm not reconciled~ I've only lived a few comfortable days, and I'm just dead, I'm not reconciled!" Ning Qing clutched his chest hysterically and cried.

"Miss...... Woo woo woo ...... "Liu Shi also couldn't cry.

She watched Ning Qing grow up, and she knew how much suffering she had suffered along the way.

Now it's hard to come to the end, but the oil is exhausted, and the lamp is dry, and there is no blessing to end~

"What is that...... Ning Qing's eyes blurred with tears, pointing to a string of things on the ground.

Liu wiped away his tears and picked up the Buddha beads on the ground.

This string of Buddhist beads was given by Mrs. Yan when Ning Qing got married, saying that there was a master in Yan Mansion that year, and she gave the old lady this string of Buddhist beads to drive away evil spirits and keep safe.

Yanfu was confiscated, all the treasures, jewelry and clothing were confiscated, and only this string of unsightly wooden beads was left.

At that time, Ning Qing passed the door, and the Yan family was poor, so Mrs. Yan gave Ning Qing the Buddhist beads she was carrying.

But who had been there was this string of Buddhist beads, which actually saved Ning Qing's life.

"Little ...... Miss...... This wooden bead ......"

Liu Shi thought that his eyes were dazzled, rubbed his eyes, stared at them for a long time, and said in shock: "This wood is actually black and rotten." ”

This wooden bead is just dipped in some decoction, and it instantly turns into charcoal, which shows how toxic this decoction is.

Ning Qing's illness was ferocious, and it was just an occasional cold, and at first the doctor also said that he would get better after drinking a few cups of decoction.

But who knew that the more I drank this medicine, the more serious it became, and now I think that someone must have tampered with this decoction.

Ning Qing held the string of black charcoal Buddha beads in his hand, his dead eyes flickered secretly, and he immediately wrote a letter and handed it to Liu: "You must hand over this letter to her with your own hands." ”

A few days later, Ning Qing's mother's family heard that Ning Qing was sick and brought a few people to visit.

But I didn't know that there was a pharmacist who claimed to be a half-immortal and half-way, and he was a well-known miracle doctor.

The divine doctor took Ning Qing's pulse and looked at the prescriptions and decoctions she often drank, and said that this prescription was fine, but there was an extra taste of the five elements in this decoction.

Wuxingzi, colorless and tasteless, but it is chronic and highly toxic, and if you take it for less than two months, you will die of violent illness.

The poison of the five elements itself is not difficult to solve, but Ning Qing has been poisoned for a long time, and it is difficult to remove it from the bone marrow.

The only way is to use those personal ginseng Ganoderma lucidum to hang all year round, maybe you can extend your life for a few years.

"Who is so bold as to dare to murder the general's wife, if I catch him, I will have to skin him, pull his tendons, and make his life worse than death. "Ningfu said to his mother.

The so-called one person ascended to heaven with a chicken dog, although she didn't wait to see Ning Qing in the past, but now she has become a community of interests with Ning Qing.

One is prosperous, and one is lost.

Although this Yan Mansion is big, there are only a few maidservants, Yan Qi has lived in the military camp for a long time, and the masters of this house are only her and Mrs. Yan.

Soon after returning from the palace last time, Mrs. Yan went to the palace again, only saying that she was drinking tea and chatting with the West Palace.

But after she came back that time, Mrs. Yan was extremely cold to her.

Ning Qing remembered the meeting gift when she visited the West Palace: a white silk hairpin that was only worn at funerals.

Suddenly frightened, my whole body trembled, and cold sweat broke out on my back.