Rebirth of Lucky Wife

"Ya Tanyue, that's right! Our abbot loves this pickle from his hometown the most, and he will eat it with porridge every day for breakfast, year after year."

The little monk Guan Zhen happily recommended this beautiful and gentle female donor.

"Pickles... served with porridge..."

Ever since he came to this other world through fetal transmutation, Ma Yaer's sixth sense has always been accurate.From the restlessness last night to the confusion at lunch now, it seems that there is a layer of veil between them.Once you figure it out, the problem can be easily solved!

She put down her chopsticks, closed her clear almond-shaped eyes gently, and searched carefully in her vast ocean of memories. Those long-lasting, dust-laden memories came to her face.

last year?The year before last?And hairpin banquet?Northwest...when did she become suspicious of a little Xianying? !

Chinese Valentine's Day!

correct!It was when she was 13 years old, she had her first date with Wei Hao, the night she pretended to be abducted during a night out!

"Hehe, that's not it. Our master only eats porridge as we have in our hometown." She was blindfolded that night and pretended to be weak all the way to a small broken house in the countryside.Before entering the door, I kicked a pickle jar...

"Brother Hao, don't eat it yet!" Ma Ya'er reached out to stop Wei Hao's eating hand, picked up the food on the table, fanned it gently with his right hand, and then smelled it carefully.

"Ya Tan Yue..." Guan Zhen was a little scared, but as smart as he was, he also realized that something was wrong.

At this time, Ma Ya'er's expression was calm, and as she picked up and put down the plates of vegetarian dishes, all the things that happened before and after the night when she was 13 emerged in her mind one by one.

Frequent pursuits as a child, magical spells cast by unexpected people, and various hidden weapons hidden on her body - she is a law-abiding social animal of the new century, with a controlled appearance, occasionally chasing stars, climbing walls, and being extremely bored and only reading novels and anime. A'zhai; when she arrived in another world, she was trembling with fear, working hard to learn medicine, poison, and martial arts, and forcefully armed herself to this point, just because she wanted to live and live well!

As for those assassins who frequently assassinated and cursed, they all disappeared after she had face-to-face contact with the boss behind the scenes when she was 13 years old.As a result, she lived a seemingly safe life for several years.

The reason why I say it is on the surface is because subconsciously, Maler has always felt that he has not left, and that there is always a pair of prying eyes staring at him in the dark.

Although she has lived a peaceful life in these years, the Wei Dynasty has become more and more turbulent. Think about the epidemic in the northwest in the past few years, the military rebellion of the five tribes, and the siege of Lin's capital... These major events are one after another, and is there any such thing? Human handwriting?

Finally, Ma Ya'er put down the food in his hands and looked at Wei Hao with a blank look, "The food... is not poisonous."

A group of people breathed a sigh of relief. Guanzhen took off his monk's hat and touched his bald head. "Yatanyue, don't worry. These meals are all made by our uncle in the kitchen of Huguo Temple. They are very good." safe."

No, Malyaer raised his head and looked around, it was too quiet.She turned around and pulled Guanzhen over and asked, "Where are my grandma and brother? Where is Zen Master Liaokuang? My brother has been looking for him for a long time, but why can't he see them?!"

"Pfft!" As he spoke, Wei Hao spurted out a mouthful of blood. He covered it with his hands, but a few drops of blood spattered onto Mal'er's face.

"Mian, sleep?..." Wei Hao felt tingling all over his internal organs. The powerlessness made him unable to steady his body, his vision went dark, and he fainted.

"Wei Zizhan!"

"master!"

Mai Ya'er pushed Guan Zhen away, ran to her husband, hugged him, "How could it be? There is no poison in the food!"

Mal'er's panicked eyes wandered around the table, and suddenly his eyes stopped.She reached out tremblingly and took the chopsticks in Wei Hao's hand. Only slightly close to her nose, she smelled a pungent smell that seemed to be absent.

"Ah!" Mai Miansang shouted. In grief, he threw the chopsticks in his hand. He was so angry that he couldn't hold back his strength and actually inserted the chopsticks into the banyan tree in the courtyard!

A stick of Artemisia on the snow is a good external medicine for injuries caused by bruises and rheumatism and bone pain. However, it must not be taken internally. Taking it is like poison, and gods and ghosts will not be able to save it!

His husband, his brother Zizhan, the man who had doted on her since childhood, was going to die!