"Yes, old lady. Qi Miao saluted and walked slowly to the bed.

The closer the distance, the more real the young man's appearance became. Even if he is seriously ill and emaciated, his facial features are still good-looking.

I don't know why, when I saw such a Bai Shizi, Qi Miao's tears fell like a broken thread, and the pain in her heart seemed to be cut by a knife, she couldn't help but grab the placket of her clothes, her body seemed to have her own consciousness, and the sadness made her speechless.

A girl in a red wedding dress stood by the bed and looked at the dying person and wept, which really made the viewer sad.

Old Lady Bai's eyes were sad.

A woman in her early twenties also took a handkerchief to wipe away her tears.

The middle-aged woman wearing a rose-red makeup and a dark golden horse-faced skirt threw away the tea bowl impatiently: "What are you crying for, you are crying before you go! When you enter the door, you don't say anything good, you only know how to cry! What do you want to do? I don't think you are a lucky star, but a curse!"

"Troubled water" Miss Qi is aggrieved, don't want it. Do you think she wants to cry? She was inexplicably left here, and there was a mess in front of her, could she not cry?

Her mind turned, and Qi Miao had already subjectively cried for herself.

The old lady said: "Okay, don't reprimand Brother Zhao's daughter-in-law, it's not wrong to cry your life." ”

Qi Miao's heart jumped, did this old woman speak for her? Why did it sound so awkward!

Mrs. An Luhou Zhang snorted coldly: "What the old lady said is right, I heard that she was going to marry Brother Zhao, didn't she hurry to go to the underworld to explore the way first." This time I'm crying that I didn't die!"

Qi Miaoqi almost vomited blood.

Is this venomous-tongued Fukai Bing really the real mother of the prince? Why don't you shy away from scolding her at all? As if she still wishes for the death of the prince?

At this moment, the person on the bed let out a hoarse voice in his throat: "Mother." ”

The young woman on the side said in surprise: "Wake up, wake up, Shizi is awake!" and then grabbed Qi Miao's hand excitedly: "Brother and sister, don't worry, Shizi Jiren Tianxiang, it must be fine." ”

Brother and sister? Shizi Xing II, it can be seen that there is an eldest brother above.

Zhang leaned over, but he was not very surprised, and like the old lady, he still sat on the embroidery pier, and said lukewarmly: "Brother Zhao'er is awake, take a look at your daughter-in-law." Recognize your face first, lest you fail to recognize it in the future. ”

said as if as long as he kicked his legs, she would immediately "send" Qi Miao to be a companion.

Qi Miao looked at her mother-in-law and the old lady in surprise. The prince is so unpopular, do these two people want him to die?

Bai Xiyun didn't seem to hear her mother's cynicism, she only squinted, looking at Qi Miao very unaccustomed to the light, and stretched out her hand to her.

Qi Miao held his hand a little awkwardly, leaning on the side of the bed. When the two of them clasped hands, Qi Miao only felt a buzz in his head, the nerve in his head seemed to have been stabbed, and a light and shadow swirled in front of him.

In his ears was Bai Xiyun's low and hoarse voice: "You are still here." ”

Do you think anyone likes to come?!

Her heart was screaming, but her consciousness was blurring.

Before she lost consciousness, she heard someone shouting in a panic: "Come on, Mrs. Shizi has fainted from grief!"

Qi Miao had a dream, in a trance, she walked in a beautiful garden, there was an elegant and good fragrance in the air, I couldn't tell whether it was a floral or fruity fragrance, in short, it was faint and not pungent and made people smell and couldn't help but want to take a deep breath.

She ran forward briskly with the hem of the red wedding dress, chasing the steps of a man in white, and kept shouting, "Ah Zhao, come back quickly!"

But the man's steps grew faster, and he didn't listen to her call at all.

The flowers around her were blown up by the whirlwind, forming a whirlpool, which rushed straight towards her. She was swept into the sky, watching the colorful petals swirl and pour into her heart, flowing to her limbs.

She screamed, and woke up with a jolt. She had a splitting headache and had more memories in her mind that didn't belong to her. There was a faint fragrance in the air that I had smelled in my dreams, but it was a sickly face.

Isn't this her newlywed husband, Jun Bai Shizi?

"You're awake. Bai Xiyun was very weak, looking at her with a gloomy look.

After all, Qi Miao had never slept with a man, and when she woke up with a number of people in front of her, this person was thin and out of shape, and her eyes were strange when she looked at her......

Her heart jumped, and she said to him with a stiff smile: "You are early, Shizi." ”

The corners of Bai Xiyun's lips moved, as if he was provoking the arc of a smile, and his voice was dry and hoarse: "Morning." He moved his body with difficulty and approached Qi Miao.

The two of them were sleeping on the same brocade pillow, lying on their sides facing each other, and their long hair was scattered on the pillow. Seeing Bai Xiyun approaching, the tip of his nose was about to meet hers.

What kind of trouble is it to get so close all of a sudden, are we so acquainted?

Qi Miao stepped back nervously.

Bai Xiyun took a breath, "You are so fragrant." ”

Isn't he going to die of illness, what's going on with this picture of a disciple?

Well, even if she is his wife who has just got married (happy), his body is like this, and he still wants to smell the fragrance on other people's bodies, so it can be seen that he is not a good bird when he is not sick.

The favorability of Bai Shizi in his heart plummeted.

Qi Miao stepped back again, and she did smell the elegant fragrance of flowers in her dream, and said politely: "Yes, I don't think so." ”

Bai Xiyun looked at Qi Miao's delicate face and couldn't help but laugh.

Although her expression did not change much, the corners of her lips were slightly pursed, and her voice was soft and cold, so she could see that she was dissatisfied with him, afraid that she was slandering him.

She was still as lovely as he loved so much.

Another picture appeared in front of Bai Xiyun's eyes.

The Hou Mansion was engulfed in flames, and the people from the Water Dragon Bureau and the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division outside couldn't rush in at all. After his death, his soul wandered into the inner house anxiously, but when he saw Qi Miao, who had been disfigured and withered, he strangled Bai Xidu's neck with a shawl, looked at the corpses of his in-laws and others in the courtyard, and muttered in despair: "Ah Zhao, I have avenged you." ”

After making sure that Bai Xidui was dead, she turned around and rushed into the burning main room without hesitation, allowing the tongue of fire to engulf her.

He wanted to hold her and stop her, but he was just a soul at the time, and could only watch coldly how his wife was molested and occupied by his good brother after his death, and how his children were thrown into the well by Mrs. An Luhou...... In the end, he has to watch his beloved wife lose her child and despair to avenge him and die.

He also walked into the sea of fire, and felt the fire scorching his soul as he wished.

However, when he woke up again, he lay on this bed and saw a scene that he did not want to forget: the woman he loved walked to his bedside in a wedding dress.

He thought it was his hallucination, so he held out his hand to her.

When she fainted holding his hand, and was maliciously ordered by his mother, Mrs. An Luhou, to be carried onto his bed and let him touch her face proudly, Bai Xiyun finally understood that God would treat him well after all. Let him go back to the year he was twenty years old, and let her pure and gentle return to him.

Bai Xiyun's inner wind turned, but as a person who had been sick for a long time and was thin like a dried corpse, even if he laughed, he was as terrible as a ghost, not to mention that his feelings were so complicated at this time?

Qi Miao looked at Bai Xiyun's terrifying expression, and only bluffed the spirit to get up.

However, the creature forgot that he had retreated to the side of the bed, and when he got up, his head hit the crescent-shaped hollow carved lattice of the stepping bed, and it made a loud noise.

"Oops!" Qi Miao lay back on the bed, rubbing the collision place, if her brain was stupid in the future, she didn't know whether to blame the original owner's brave knock, or blame her own lack of touch.

It's just that she didn't expect that the "sick ghost" next to her was more nervous than her, and she was busy raising her hand and rubbing her head with difficulty, her tone was full of anxiety, and her expression was like a hideous ghost: "Miao'er, how is it, does it hurt?"

Could it be that the original owner and this prince knew each other before?

What was this called in ancient times?

But after carefully searching for her memory, she couldn't find the slightest trace of this person, could it be that her memory was incomplete?

Qi Miao was a little messy and shook her head: "It's okay, it's okay, you lie down quickly." He helped him lie down, and rubbed the sore part of the back of his head, but suddenly remembered that there should be a wound on her forehead, which was afraid that it would be even more swollen and bruised.

Her hair has been loosened, isn't the wound on her forehead impossible to hide? If the prince sees it, I'm afraid he will feel bad......

Qi Miao got off the ground, sat down next to the window case, took a comb grate and pretended to comb her hair against the bronze mirror, but miraculously found that the swollen bag on her forehead was gone!

Qi Miao was not calm, and took a closer look, and sure enough, the injury was gone, and his forehead was as smooth as ever, as if he had not been injured at all. And in the middle of the action, a faint fragrance of flowers emanated from her body, just like in a dream!

Her heart was beating wildly, and she was sure that the wound on her head when she first came yesterday was very serious, after all, the original owner was holding the heart of death and hit the wall with all his might. She now inherits the memory of the original owner, and naturally remembers how desperate the original owner was persecuted by her stepmother and biological father at that time, and since she can get here, it means that the original owner did die because of that injury.

The injuries that can kill people are healed after a good sleep?!

Qi Miao stared blankly at the beautiful but unfamiliar face in the bronze mirror, and that strange feeling climbed up her back again, stimulating the goosebumps on her back.

I don't want to look in the mirror anymore!

Qi Miao got up, but saw Bai Xiyun looking at her silently, her eyes were very meaningful, and they also sent chills down her spine.

What kind of grudge does she have with this world!

Bai Xiyun saw her standing beside the makeup and didn't speak, so he tried his best to comfort him gently, but his voice was dry and a little panting, and his mouth was hoarse, which added to the gloomy feeling: "Last night, the old lady said that the maid and the maid are also raised by their father, so don't give them the illness, so as to keep them away from us, and let us go back to Qinyuan later." ”

If you don't let people serve, go back and fend for yourself?