Mo Shuang smiled bitterly, this plan was indeed high enough, but she was afraid she would disappoint him.
In Leng Qisu's heart, she was far from that important. That man would never take such a risk for her, a dispensable slave girl.
When we were at Yumoxuan in the morning, he said he would come back right away, right
But until now, hasn’t he not replied? Or maybe he has returned, but he just didn't appear in her Youmei Garden.
Either way, the meaning was the same, and it was obvious that he didn't take it to heart.
Looking sideways at the dancing candlelight on the desk, flickering and flickering, she felt the desolation for the first time, the kind of desolation she felt when she was in a chess game, letting others take control of her.
She was in a dilemma and couldn't help herself; while the person who held the hand raised his hand but did not hesitate.
****
On the sixth day of April, the weather was fine and all kinds of birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant outside the window.
Mo Shuang half-leaned on the soft pillow, opened her mouth and took the tonic soup that Lily handed him spoonful after spoonful, and swallowed it slowly, with a pale face.
Since that day, she had not seen Leng Qisu. If he didn't come, she wouldn't let Lily go to invite him, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding or some kind of gambling.
Those women who had taken advantage of the situation and flattered her in the past few days heard that she was poisoned and that Leng Qisu was indifferent to her, so they all avoided the plague as if they were passing by the gate of Youmei Garden. I also wish I could take a detour.
"Lily, thank you for your hard work!" Mo Shuang touched her lips. Now that she has fallen to this point, this girl is the only one who will never leave her.
"What the princess said is really embarrassing for me. As long as the princess takes good care of her body, I will be satisfied!"
Raised well
Mo Shuang smiled bitterly, how could he get better by raising her
She clearly knew that the poison on her body was getting deeper, and the ulcers on her neck had spread to her shoulders. Even when Lily changed her clothes every day, she would bite her fingers and cry.
Only the magpie bird, as if it was never tired, was circling in the courtyard. When it got tired of circling, it would fly to the inner hall and land in front of her couch, chirping non-stop.
She lightly opened her somewhat white lips and chirped in response to it.
Brother Yi, I can no longer hear in my right ear.
Shuang'er, you have suffered. Your brother Ku Yi feels the same way. Hope is in front of us, but we still have to be patient.
****
On April 16th, the clouds were thick, but no raindrops fell yet.
Mo Shuang's mood was just like the gloomy weather, so depressed that she could hardly breathe.
Ten days passed again, and she, the chess piece, continued to fend for herself alone in this cold Youmei Garden.
Of the two men holding the antidote, one simply didn't show up, and the other just made her endure.
Her right eye was also invisible, and the skin on her neck and shoulders had festered to the point where very little bones were left.
She couldn't wear any more clothes, so she only wore a bellyband and hugged a fine brocade quilt. For some reason, she always felt that she couldn't sleep warmly.
"Lily, the late spring cold this year is really cold!"
(End of chapter)