"Qian Fu, when will the lady wake up?"
Yueniang has a spoon in one hand and a wet handkerchief in the other. As soon as the decoction is taken into the mouth, the wet handkerchief wipes it on.
The person on the bed remained silent.
Qian Fu, who had white hair, pulled out the last needle and was sweating through his shirt.
"Yue Niang, the young lady drank Duanhunsan. Even if the master is alive, he will be able to breathe."
Qian Fu took the silver needle, sighed softly, shook his head and said, "I think Miss is in trouble."
Yueniang knelt down with a pop: "Qian Fu, please save the young lady, I beg you to save the young lady!"
Qian Fu said bitterly: "It's only my fault that I came a little late, otherwise..."
The cries and sorrow made people's hearts feel cold.
On the bed, the pale-faced man was motionless, and he was undoubtedly dead.
The winter of the 32nd year of Baoqing.
The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is an auspicious day.
The sunset was extremely red and strangely red, and the joy in the sky shrouded the sky above Gu's house, spreading out endlessly.
The gongs in the east courtyard are noisy and the red lights are hung high, making it very lively.
The main hall was full of guests, red candles were shining brightly, and all the prominent people from Suzhou Mansion were here.
"The auspicious time has come, the newlyweds worship heaven and earth -"
A secluded courtyard in the northwest corner was extremely deserted. The white silk ribbon on the door was about to be peeled off. Two maids who had just grown their hair were boringly knocking melon seeds and talking quietly.
"Sixth Miss is so pitiful. She has been lying there like a living dead for three months, and there is not even a single person in this house who can ask for help."
"They are all busy marrying the princess, who can be patient with her?"
"I heard that the princess has only been a widow for half a year, and she even brought an oil bottle with her."
"If I were not a widow, why would someone like our second master, the youngest daughter of the old King of Qi, Princess Huayang? She is a relative of the emperor, and now our Gu family will flourish."
"It's a pity that Second Grandma, such a good person, was forced to drink poison..."
"You little hooves seeking death, you don't keep your mouth shut, if someone hears you, be careful of your life."
Through the thick cotton curtain of the inner room, the sound came into the back room. Qian Fu looked sad and limped out.
Yueniang suppressed her grief and anger, got up and added charcoal to the charcoal basin in the corner of the room. Then he poured hot water, twisted a handkerchief and wiped the young lady's body.
"Miss, listen, the second grandma has only been away for three months, and the soil in the new grave is still damp, so the second master married the new second grandma. How heartless!"
The handkerchief got cold, so Yueniang soaked it in hot water and twisted it again.
"Miss, thanks to Qian Fu these days. He escaped from Beijing on Master Qian's order, broke a leg, and reported the news to the second mistress, but it was a step too late... Miss... you have to wake up early. , If you don’t wake up, I won’t be able to survive.”
Yueniang gradually choked up.
A pair of black and white eyes slowly opened.
It is dark, far-reaching, as deep as a deep pool, filled with thousands of emotions, yet seemingly calm.
Yueniang Youzi didn't know it, so she turned around and twisted a hot towel to wipe the young lady's body.
"Yue Niang!"
A childish but extremely deep voice, as if coming from the abyss of hell.
Yueniang was startled when she heard the sound.
With a clang, the copper plate was kicked over, and Yueniang rushed to the bed, staring at the girl on the bed.
"Yue Niang, I'm awake." The girl's red lips parted slightly as her eyes flashed.
Yueniang was so frightened that she fell to the ground.
"Qian Fu—Qian Fu!"
Qian Fu limped in and dropped the herbs in his hand in surprise.
The girl on the bed slowly sat up. She had an oval face, snow-white skin, thick brows, and looked as cute as a porcelain doll.
"Yue Niang, I'm awake."
"Miss... you actually... actually... can talk!"
Yueniang got up in panic. The young lady was damaged in the womb and was born stupid and stupid. She couldn't even speak well, so how could she...
Her eyes widened and she studied it carefully. The young lady was as before, but seemed a little different. Her originally stupid eyes were as clear as moonlight.
Yueniang held the young lady's hand and cried bitterly: "God has eyes, it must be the second mistress's spirit in heaven that has protected the young lady."
The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes fell on Qian Fu a few feet away, she cleared her throat and said, "Qian Fu, was it you who saved me?"
Qian Fu staggered and raised his eyes in shock. He and Miss Six had never met before, so how could she recognize him.
"You... who... are you?"
The girl smiled bitterly: "The Qian family is a family of doctors. My grandfather is good at diagnosing pulses, and my mother is good at using medicine, but you are the best at using needles. Who else in this world than you can force Duanhunsan out of your body?"
Qian Fu's face turned pale, veins popped out, and his eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets.
He has been in Qian Mansion for a long time and often travels around the world. He is well-informed and has heard many weird things in the market.
His whole body trembled, and he trembled and asked bravely: "Who...are you...!"
The girl did not answer immediately. Instead, she withdrew her deep gaze and lowered her eyes. Her long, thick and curled eyelashes covered up the myriad of emotions in her eyes.
Yueniang's palms were slippery, and she asked with a trembling voice: "Are you... are you... Miss?"
The girl was silent for a long time before raising her head.
At this moment, all the beauty in the world could no longer conceal the loneliness on her face.
"I'm Qian Ziqi!"
The sound was not loud, but it was like a thunder that passed through the ears of the people in the room clearly.
Dead silence!
"Help me up." Qian Ziqi struggled, the pain in his chest was unbearable, as if there was a burning fire.
"Miss, please don't move around. The poison of Duangchang Powder enters the four meridians and eight meridians..."
"Hel me up!"
His face is still as frosty as snow, and his tone is as cold as ice.
Yueniang and Qian Fu looked at each other and helped her sit down in front of the bronze mirror.
He stretched out his hand to rub his cheek. The girl in the mirror had skin as good as snow, with picturesque eyebrows and slightly upturned red lips. There was a bit of cuteness in her coquettishness, and she couldn't hide her charm.
She was slightly absent-minded for a moment, looking around at the face.
This face does not belong to her, but to her cousin Gu Qingwan. Why is this happening
Qian Ziqi felt a pain in his heart and almost fainted.
"Miss!" Yueniang and Qian Fu supported her on the left and right, their faces full of worry.
Qian Ziqi gritted his teeth and looked again.
Wherever her eyes moved, the girl's ink-like pupils were filled with depth and silence that was incompatible with her age.
She sighed.
This is the only look in her eyes. It was her Qian Ziqi's eyes at the last moment of her previous life. She had seen through the world of mortals and no longer cared for him.
Qian Ziqi let out a very shallow cry, and her body slumped down. The moment she fell, she finally understood that she was reborn in the body of her cousin Gu Qingwan.
"Miss...Miss." Yueniang exclaimed.
Qian Fu's eyes darkened and he said sternly: "Help the young lady to bed, I want to perform the acupuncture, hurry up!"
Yueniang's heart trembled, and she used her hands to carry the young lady to bed.
Qian Fu raised and lowered the needle in his hand. In just a short moment, the needles were already covering the key points.
After half a cup of tea, black blood flowed out from the tips of his fingers. Qian Fu's face showed joy, he fell to the ground and said hoarsely: "Yue Niang, the lady is saved."
A biting cold wind blew in through the cracks in the window lattice.
Yueniang shuddered, looked at the child on the bed, and murmured to herself: "Qian Fu, Miss... who is she?"
Qian Fu's eyes heated up and he cried: "Yue Niang, Miss, she... is our Miss."
Winter day, night.
The fire filled the sky, filled the eyes; filled the heaven and earth, filled the world.
The girl watched the red gauze smoke disappear in the flames, watched the roof beams collapse, and saw the confusion and panic and the roar of the fire.
She didn't move, she was waiting.
When the man stepped on the fire, he hugged her into his arms and whispered in her ear: "Ziqi, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!"
As she wished.
The handsome man flew over, but stopped a few feet away. His clear and cold eyes, reflecting the firelight, stared straight at her, without any trace of waves.
The girl's heart felt hot and she shouted the man's name loudly.
The man never moved, and in his bottomless eyes, it seemed as if her life and death had nothing to do with him.
An unprecedented sadness filled his body, and tears fell down drop by drop.
A moment ago, he said: Ziqi, I want to accompany you to see all these nine states.
The moment before, he held her in his arms, running his slender hands through her soft hair.
"Why?"
Before these three words came out of her lips, a sharp arrow penetrated her chest.
The girl lowered her head and looked at the long arrow in her heart in disbelief. She raised her head blankly, and where the black hair was scattered, the charm of the arrow was still there.
The man's bow was still in his hand.
"ah!"
The girl was about to cry out, but thousands of drops of blood spurted out from her throat.
She fell on her back. A roar that could not convey the sadness and anger in his voice, but it filled his entire life with resentment.
"Miss is having a nightmare again, look at the sweat on this end."
Yueniang hurried in, took out her handkerchief and wiped it carefully for Qingguan.
Qingguan stroked her heart and sat upright on the bed, breathing rapidly. She had had this dream repeatedly for ten days in a row.
She knew that this was not a dream, but the scene of her tragic death in her previous life.
The raging fire burned all night, turning half of the capital red. One hundred and eight members of the Qian family, including her parents and brothers, were killed in the flames, and no one survived.
And she died under the arrow of her fiancé.
"Yue Niang, pour me a cup of warm tea."
After drinking a cup of warm tea, Qingguan let out a sigh of relief and fell weakly into Yueniang's arms.
Yueniang was extremely distressed and patted the young lady's back, gently comforting her as before.
"Miss, don't think too much. There is no end to your fate. I and Qian Fu will fight to the death to protect you."
"How did my aunt die?" Qingguan suddenly asked.
Yueniang's eyes heated up and she choked with sobs: "The Gu family was afraid of being implicated, so they ordered someone... to bring a bowl of Duanhun Powder."
"Aunt, is she willing to die?" Qingguan's heart ached.
Yueniang said with tears: "Second Grandma said, 'If the soul is broken, it is the soul that is broken, but what cannot be broken is the hatred. She will turn into a fierce ghost and curse the whole family of the Gu family."
"How innocent is my cousin?" Qingguan gritted his teeth.
"Second Mistress said, 'If we stay with the Gu family who eat people but don't spit out their bones, we might as well go with them."
Qingwan slowly closed her eyes.
A fourteen-year-old green plum, an arrow pierces the heart, and the kindness is cut off;
Hundreds of members of the Qian family were buried in the flames, and their condition was very miserable;
The aunt and cousin were forced into a desperate situation by the Gu family and committed suicide...
Those people and things in this life are so clear and terrifying.
Her nails dug deep into her palms, causing her heart-piercing pain. The voice in her heart was firm, but with endless sadness, she gritted her teeth and swore -
All the grievances and grievances of the past life will be dealt with again by her in this life!