She was dreaming.

She knew it was a dream, because she remembered everything she had done before she went to bed.

It was a seemingly calm afternoon, the sun was warm but not strong, just suitable for the long-term sick to recuperate, and Aster persuaded her to go to the green shade in the garden to breathe.

The sunlight falling through the cracks in the layers of green leaves, coupled with the gentle majesty, will indeed make people feel comfortable.

It's a pity she couldn't be happy.

There's no reason she just can't be happy.

Under her was a soft brocade couch, she leaned on the pillow with her eyes half-closed, covered with thin and precious fabric, and several close maidservants around her softly told her the jokes she had heard recently.

There seemed to be a little noise in the distance, as if there was a woman's voice arguing about something, and the female companions around him paused for a moment, and then continued to tell the joke as if nothing had happened.

She opened her eyes and looked into the distance a little dazedly, but the sunlight made her vision blur a little, and she could only dimly see a few slender women who seemed to be standing there.

Strange to say, she clearly remembered that she didn't see the faces of the women clearly, but she seemed to be able to clearly remember the exact same expressions on their faces.

As if wearing a mask carved out of a mold, these people looked at her, and the shallowest layer of their expressions was respectful and flattering, but deeper was jealousy, disgust, and contempt that could not be concealed in any way.

It's like seeing something that couldn't be dirtier.

Why do you look at her like that? Did she do something wrong?

Whether the expressions of those people were real or just her imagination was unknown, and she only felt a sharp pain like a pinprick in her chest, and even her breathing became heavy in pain.

But she did not cry out for pain, nor did she cry for help, but gently closed her eyes in the pain that was enough to kill, and the voice of the dispute quickly subsided, and only the soft words of the maidservant were in her ears.

Finally, finally this time.

She tilted her head, half-buried her face in the pillow, and laboriously pulled up the thin blanket on her body, covering half of her face.

Seeing that she seemed to be about to fall asleep, the sound in her ears also stopped.

Her pursed lips were covered, she felt that it was getting more and more difficult to breathe, her body was cold, but the light blanket seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and her chest could not rise and fall, the air was pressed out little by little, and she had no strength to suck it in, and when the last breath was spit out, it was a sudden relief after extreme pain.

For a moment, she only felt that her mind was clear, and the heaviness of her body had vanished, and all she saw was flowers and sunshine, lakes and hills.

In her dreams she doesn't remember anything, she doesn't need to think about anything, she forgets who she is, she forgets her past, she wanders in the fragrance of flowers, and she never worries.

The dream seemed to have been going on for a long time, and it seemed to be only for a moment, without the slightest warning, and she felt the whole person fall downward, and the silence and eternity were gone, replaced by a loud noise and the familiar heaviness of her body.

*

"! Your Highness! Wake up! ”

"Quick! Fast! Let's go get the ginseng soup again! ”

"! Doctor! Doctor! ”

Several maids were so frightened by the master's gray face that they cried, and they didn't have the slightest claim, and they were in a hurry and messed up, and even the only young imperial doctor was at a loss when he saw that he couldn't even pour the ginseng soup.

Siro's hands and feet were also cold, looking at the person lying on her back on the bed, the blood oozing from her forehead didn't have time to dry, it coagulated on the black hair, and her chest didn't rise and fall at all, it seemed, it seemed that she had lost her breath.

Her legs went limp, and in the midst of the noise, she tentatively put her hand on the woman's nose, and then covered the patient's chest in disbelief.

- There was no movement.

Siro thought for a moment the consequences of this, the few lives they had left, and then she fell backwards and fell straight down, causing another scream.

The slaves and maids knew that this was hopeless, and immediately sobbed loudly.

Just when everyone was in despair, a maid suddenly screamed: "Ahh

Siluo suddenly woke up, and she struggled to get up: "What, what? ”

"It's breathing! The mother is breathing! ”

Everyone didn't care about the rules, and they swarmed to the side of the bed, and sure enough, they looked at the woman on the bed...... In other words, the girl's chest rose and fell violently, and then the wings of her nose moved slightly, and her eyelids twitched a little.

Siro hurriedly put her hand on her chest, and really felt a slow but clear heartbeat.

Then, the man's blue-gray face slowly regained a little blood, although it was still pale, but it finally had a little bit of life.

The imperial doctor squeezed in in time and continued the first aid just now, which was medicine and acupuncture, and finally pulled the person back from the palace of Hades.

Everyone wept with joy and did not dare to leave the room.

After a cup of tea, the immortal patient finally coughed lightly and slowly opened his eyes under the expectant gaze of everyone.

At this time, no one dared to speak, only Siluo lay on the side of the bed and said cautiously: "What do you think?" ”

Young women have some of the most beautiful eyes in the world, and when they are opened, their graceful silhouettes make people marvel at the wonder of creation.

But there was no life in these eyes, and the dark eyes only turned imperceptibly, and no shadow was reflected in anyone, and they closed themselves.

This reaction caused panic among everyone, and the Imperial Doctor hurriedly stepped forward to check on her, only to be sure that she was indeed out of danger.

There were nearly a dozen people from the imperial doctor to the slaves, chattering around the patients, and some people were clumsy, and a mouthful of hot ginseng soup was poured into her mouth without blowing, bitter, astringent and hot, she coughed violently, and finally had to open her eyes again.

"Mother's awake!"

There was another bustle.

The person on the hospital bed frowned, and after his eyes were focused, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his originally expressionless face finally showed a little surprise.

Siro finally breathed a sigh of relief, and while raising her pillow a little, she said, "Master, you can be considered awake......

The other party looked at her face fixedly, and did not answer a word.

It was a completely unfamiliar look and look.

Silo stopped her movements and looked at her in surprise.

The woman, pale as snow, tilted her head sideways and spat out a sentence in a low but clear voice.

"You...... Who are you? ”

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

At this moment, everyone's movements stopped instantly, and the panicked gaze refocused on her face.

The dim candlelight reflected on the face of the person in front of her, shining brightly, and from the eyes that widened in horror, the woman saw a hazy and delicate face.

Sure enough, it wasn't her face.

*

After a period of chaos, the room finally fell silent.

Only the maid Silo and a healer and a physician remained in the room.

The imperial doctor was far away at this time, not guarding the bedside, blocked by the veil, and the doctor passed his words over: "The meaning of Imperial Doctor Jiang, Niangniang has been sick for a long time and is weak, and yesterday's fall just hit her head, and blood stasis condensed in her head, as the saying goes, qi is handsome in blood, and qi can carry blood ......"

The patient lay on the bed with his eyes half-closed, not caring at all what the doctor said, but Siro eagerly interrupted the other party: "You should be clear!" ”

"To put it simply," the doctor said, "it's just that the blood clot in the head can't be dissolved, which may make Niangniang temporarily lose her memories of the past." ”

Siluo glanced at the owner who was speechless, and looked a little worried: "That lady's body...... Not only did he stop breathing, he couldn't even feel his pulse......"

"I don't have to worry about it for the time being." The doctor said: "Although it is indeed extremely dangerous to hold your breath for a while, now that you have recovered, there is no need to worry about your life at the moment." ”

"Present?"

The doctor lowered her voice: "The old problem is still there, and the depression and weakness of qi and blood are not good things for a long time." ”

Silo let out a long sigh and asked, "What ......about her memory?"

"It's hard to say, maybe tomorrow it will be restored, maybe it will be forgotten forever...... But fortunately in the misfortune, Niangniang looks conscious, although she has no memory, her intelligence is still there, otherwise ......"

This is indeed very lucky, how many people have broken their heads, let alone memory, they can't even keep their minds, and they live stupidly, like a three-year-old child.

In this way, Siluo was relieved.

She is the personal maid of the patient on the bed, no matter whether the relationship with the master is close or alien, the honor and disgrace are tied to her, and she naturally hopes that the other party will live a long life.

Sending the imperial doctor and the medicine girl away, Siluo brought another bowl of water - this time she remembered to dry it warm, came to the bedside, and cautiously leaned over: "Niangniang, you can drink saliva to moisten your throat......"

The person on the bed didn't know what to think at this time, she obviously didn't want to pay attention to the person, and turned her head to the side to face the wall in a tired way.

The maidservant sighed and said in a low voice, "Then Siluo will pour you a cup of milk tea, right?" If you like this, why don't you take a few sips......"

The woman's eyelids twitched heavily, but she couldn't say a word.

The maidservant who called herself Silo saw that she had not been able to do so for a long time, so she had to give up, helped her tuck the quilt, got up and brought up the bowl of water, lifted the curtain and walked out.

Hearing the sound of distant footsteps, the woman on the bed opened her eyes and stared at the lines on the bed tent in a daze.

She put her hand on the pillow and moved unconsciously, but she felt a long, sharp thing under the pillow.

She lifted it up to her eyes and saw that it was a sharpened golden hairpin.

The hairpin is the style of the phoenix beads, which is very delicate, but the phoenix tail has been somewhat deformed, and after the body was in distress, everyone hurriedly spread her hair out for breath, and pressed it under the pillow casually.

That's not the point.

The point is that the tail of this hairpin is very sharp.

She stared at the hairpin as if she were fascinated, imagining the blood gushing out of such a sharp thing if it was hard to sink into the flesh......

It always frees her, right?

She had promised never to die, and she had fulfilled this promise with great difficulty, but now she was clearly dead......

According to the normal trajectory, she should fall into an unconscious death, feel an eternal sleep without strife, insults, and contempt, and this body, which has become a corpse, should also be returned to dust and dust, and should not be occupied by outsiders.

This is not a search for death, this is to bring everything back to the right path......

The thought of longing for peace and liberation took over all her thoughts, and she held the hairpin tentatively and pressed it tentatively on her neck.

It hurt a little, but there was no bleeding.

She closed her eyes, raised her hand, and stabbed hard into her throat—