I still remember when she was still young......

Left Prime Minister's House.

In the back garden, a woman dressed in a moon-white Hunan dress, wearing a pink thin shirt, such as black and green silk simply combed into two braids, quietly hanging down on her chest, dignified and beautiful, noble and proud, holding a book in her hand, quietly sitting on the lakeside.

That is the eldest lady of the Ling family who has just entered Ling Siqing's eyes, Ling Siyi!

Her heart rose with admiration, as an inconspicuous third lady of the Xiangfu, she seemed to have forgotten her consciousness, dressed in her clothes, with a dirty little face, while shouting softly, "Sister Yu'er, Sister Yu'er......" and ran towards her.

When he got close to her, he stumbled and fell.

Ling Siqing laughed with a puff, laughing a little gloatingly, but when Ling Siqing raised his eyes, he retreated.

Ling Siqing prostrate on the ground, and the small snacks she was holding were all spilled out, she couldn't help pouting aggrievedly, and said carefully, "Sister Yu'er, Qing'er wants to bring the pastries to my sister to eat......"

Ling Siqing closed the page, glanced at the pastries on the ground lightly, and said lukewarmly, "Come out with me." ”

Ling Siqing got up from the ground with a grunt, nodded excitedly, but didn't see the gloomy color that flashed in the eyes of the beautiful sister, the terrain was already so unexposed at a young age, it was indeed not simple.

The Imperial City of Jinling has always been lively, and the cries of selling are endless.

Ling Siqing was full of novelty, but she didn't dare to run around, she followed closely behind Ling Siqing, and when she reached the mouth of an alley, she said: "Wait for me here, don't run around, I won't come to you if I lose it." ”

"Sister, where are you going?" Ling Siqing asked timidly.

Ling Siyi's wonderful eyes turned slightly, and she said slowly: "Don't you want to play with me, then test you, you stay here obediently for a night, I will take you home tomorrow, if you are not afraid, I will take you to play." ”

Ling Siqing was ignorant, but he agreed, and watched Ling Siqing walk away in front of him.

She vaguely remembered that she had been at the mouth of the alley for a long time, until it was dark, and it suddenly rained in the sky, and it was getting heavier and heavier, and the night was as cold as water, and her heart was overflowing with fear, but she didn't dare to leave, she didn't dare to go home.

She wanted to play with Sister Yu'er, and she repeatedly told herself that she wasn't afraid, she wasn't afraid, she wasn't afraid......

When I woke up again, it was an old room, not bright, and the faint candle flame looked miserable.

Ling Siqing shrank beside the table, staring at the darkness, those scorching wolf-like eyes, as if they were the eyes of a beast, just waiting to swallow himself alive, he was, he pounced hard, and pressed himself to the ground......

She struggled a little, and struggled a little more, but she couldn't break free, the man's arms were too strong, too heavy......

Ling Siqing's weak body finally pushed him away with all his might, rushed out of the room, and rushed into the rain curtain, the heavy rain poured down, and the heavy and dense rain smashed her body, making her almost suffocate with cold, and even more oppressive pain than the man's shoulder.

She finally fell, and fell under the man......

The night suddenly became confused, the rain showed no mercy, the man tore at her clothes, deceived her in a daze, the scorching hot thing poked herself in pain, the tear was accompanied by the bite, the bloody breath faintly filled the air, revealing the color of glamour, the sadness of despair, the hatred of ignorance.

Ling Siqing experienced a terrifying night like this, and since then she has nightmares as soon as she enters the rainy night.

She didn't remember how she returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Ling Siyu didn't come to her, it was the old housekeeper of the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion who took her back, and directly locked her up in the Silk Bamboo Garden, and in the future, except for the occasional greeting, she never had a chance to go to the front hall.

No one in the imperial city seems to know the third lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but it is rumored that the girl who lost her virginity on a rainy night......

Ling Siqing thought, it's not her, she's a soul that has crossed over, it's not her anymore.

That she should hate, hate the man in the rainy night, hate the sister who deceived her, but her life is so fragile, she has fallen before she has time to take revenge, and Ling Siqing at this time took all this.

A soul from the future, but with all the memories of this body.

That night, the candle flame was bright, and she waited until the girl next to her fell asleep, and she looked at the faint flame, and actually used the sharp silver needle to tattoo an inky marigold on her wrist.

In the messy rain curtain, under the dazzling lightning and thunder, he vaguely saw the faint ink-colored flowers.

The world has changed, she has no desires, she just wants to get out of the cage, she is indifferent, and everything is okay with what happens.

If it weren't, she dived into Yanyu Building at night for the portrait of Su Wanwan, the first beauty in Yanyu Building, and didn't see what she wanted to see, but she accidentally bumped into Qiao Muyu, the sixth prince, and was entangled by him left and right, and there would be more boring leisure in the days to come.

How good it would be if it was boring and leisurely, why should it be moved by heart and emotion?

Ling Siqing recalled those entangled pictures, and seemed to recognize his heart in ignorance, until the looming marigold was accidentally found in the mountain forest, and all the nightmares came back and surged.

For what, for what did God make her fall in love with, the man who hurt her the most?

She obviously wanted to hate, but after all, she hated powerlessly and desolately, she finally followed the will in her heart, chose to face everything about that man, chose to go through every day with him, and chose a different day from the past.

She depends on him, and at the same time is dependent on him, she should be happy!

If it hadn't been for this turn of events, she wouldn't have discovered him, she wouldn't have discovered her heart, she wouldn't have approached him, she wouldn't have walked into his life again, and then it would have been too late for her to regret it.

Ling Siqing lowered her eyes and looked at the ink-colored calendula on her wrist, enchanting to bloom above the white, moving and intimidating!

Now, the memories in my mind seem to have turned into messy fragments, mottled on a white screen, and I can't see all of them clearly, only a firm pain, the kind of pain that can tear the heart and crush the liver.

Was he her husband, or the man on that rainy night......

Did he torture himself to the way he was, was he the man she hated so much......

What exactly does he qualify......

Ling Siqing sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the demonic man who could still arouse the anger of heaven and man even in a coma, his handsome and bewitching face could still arouse the anger of heaven and man, with a slender body, but he was thin, with white fingers, hanging on the side of the bed, she stared at it for a long time, and couldn't help but hold it......

She said, "They said, 'You are my husband, and I am your wife.'" ”

She said, "Wake up quickly, tell me the answer, what the hell is going on." ”