Rebirth of the Prime Minister's Wife

There are no stars or moon in the sky.

The wind blowing through the wheat ears is supposed to bring the refreshing coolness of autumn, but that layer of coolness blows on the skin, giving people a terrifying chill for no reason.

The doors on both sides of the long street were closed tightly, and a few flashing red lanterns were crumbling. In the dark night, they were like the eyes of a beast watching in the dark, fangs secretly open, waiting for pedestrians at the entrance.

Qin Zhaozhao's eyelids trembled slightly, and a cramping pain rose from the tip of his heart.

She seemed to have had a short dream, but one that contained great sorrow.

But okay, it's just a dream.

Qin Zhaozhao comforted himself like this, slowly stroking the mattress with his fingers, but he froze in place for a moment.

The expected softness did not come, and when her fingertips repeatedly touched the rough and dry weeds with the owner's disbelief in mind, she suddenly opened her eyes.

In the dark prison, there was a weak candlelight burning on a dilapidated table.

A damp and musty smell hit her face. Qin Zhaozhao finally focused her eyes. When she saw the huddled figure in the corner, she shivered all over.

She remembered.

What was in the dream was not a dream, but the reality that she had always wanted to escape and refused to acknowledge.

In just two days, the entire Qin family fell into pieces.

Her father's body was hung high under the eaves, his eyes filled with hatred, and the scene where the remaining soldiers who suddenly rushed in and claimed that the key criminals had been executed, and captured the key criminals of the treason and treason, pointed at her with cold spear points, her whole life. Can't forget it.

Want to commit a crime?Fu Zhu?

Dad was obviously killed.

Qin Zhaozhao recalled these things in her mind, and her whole body was trembling. She crawled towards the figure in the corner, her usually delicate and slender hands were covered with mud. She shook the shoulders of the person in front of her as if she hadn't seen him before.

The words that came out of his mouth were like a voice that had been torn apart after two days of crying.

"Sister."

The body of the person in front of him trembled. The face that was once praised by the entire Shengjing as beautiful and fragrant still had a hideous scar that extended from the top of his head to behind his ears.

But I didn't seem to care at all, but when I saw Qin Zhaozhao's eyes filled with fear and dependence, my heart ached like a knife.

She opened her arms and held the sister she had pampered since childhood in her arms, as if she usually put her to sleep at night, and gently comforted her in her still gentle and watery tone.

"Zhaozhao, it's okay, sister is here."

Qin Zhaozhao buried his head in Qin Manyi's arms as always.

Until a voice sounded from the prison door.

The mocking sarcasm and domineering voice were like a knife that completely tore through the illusion of tranquility, making Qin Zhaozhao tremble with fear.

"Oh, the love between sisters is really deep. Could it be that this princess came at the wrong time?"

She turned her head, and when she saw the person coming, she suddenly burst out with a bit of fear and deep hatred——

"Yan Feihong!"

A bright yellow dress passed by, and the woman's arrogant and bright face slowly appeared in the candlelight that was lit one by one. She smiled slowly, and her teeth looked like blood-stained fangs in the gloomy light, fixed on that face. A sarcastic face.

"Who allowed you to call the princess by her first name?"

"Come on, clap your mouth."

As soon as he finished speaking, the maid who was following Yan Feihong stepped forward, pulled Qin Zhaozhao and slapped him hard twice.

The maid practiced martial arts and was already very strong. She slapped her twice with sharp nails, and Qin Zhaozhao's cheeks were immediately streaked with blood.

Qin Zhaozhao screamed in pain, holding on to her shaky body, but when she turned her head, her eyes were quenched with fire, staring straight at Yan Feihong.

Yan Feihong, the daughter of the King of Huainan, was the current Princess Ming'an.

If you say that the changes in the Qin family have nothing to do with the Huainan Palace, no one will believe it.

Her father, Qin Yuanming, was originally a first-grade prince and grand master, and the Qin family belonged to the prince's sect. Unexpectedly, the Huainan Palace secretly hooked up with the eighth prince and framed her father, which resulted in the family being demoted to Chaisang City in a remote mountainous area where no one cared about her.

But who was her father? He sought political power in his position, and even though he was demoted to the rank of seventh-rank county magistrate, he also began to work diligently to improve people's livelihood.After a few years, Chaisang City has transformed from a barren land with no grass growing into a prosperous land where the people really live and work in peace and contentment.

Everyone is grateful for Qin Yuanming's contribution.

Because of his outstanding achievements, Emperor Ming pardoned him and reinstated him. Just before Qin Zhaozhao was happy to return to the capital, the Qin family suddenly experienced great changes.

Her father, who had promised to return to Beijing to buy her many new clothes and jewelry one day, turned into a cold corpse the next second, hanging high in front of her.

The eldest sister Qin Manyi was captured by people sent by Princess Ming'an, and her brother Qin Lu was missing. She escaped under the cover of her servants, but she was all captured by the Huainan King's guards.

Yan Feihong was glanced at by Qin Zhaozhao, and his eyes hurt as if they had been grazed by a knife blade.

That was a disgusting look that only the Qin family had.

Angry in her heart, she grabbed Qin Zhaozhao's hair and pulled it upwards, then kicked her hard.

"You bitch, the Qin family has hidden you well. If you and Qin Manyi had appeared in front of the Empress Dowager, it is estimated that the reputation of the Qin family's two beautiful girls would have spread throughout the capital."

As if thinking of the grand occasion when the whole city was praising the Qin family for having a good daughter, Yan Feihong's expression became more sinister.

The more she looked at it, the more displeased she became, her nails almost digging into her flesh. Looking at the pair of eyes that refused to admit defeat, sinister thoughts arose spontaneously.

"These eyes are very stubborn."

"You are so stubborn that I feel disgusted. Please cut it out."

She let go, and the guards behind her stepped forward one after another, holding Qin Zhaozhao unable to move.

One of them drew out the knife from his waist and was about to stab Qin Zhaozhao in the eye.

"Stop!" A hasty tone sounded, and Qin Manyi's body suddenly rushed over. She stood in front of Qin Zhaozhao and did not shy away from Yan Feihong.

"Princess Ming'an, shouldn't it be me you hate the most?"

With just one sentence, Yan Feihong's calm expression suddenly became chapped, and her eyes suddenly looked like snakes quenching their venom, sending chills down anyone's back when they glanced at her.

She laughed slowly, but the smile did not reach her eyes, "Yes, if you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten that I had not settled the accounts with you, a vixen."

Yan Feihong walked up step by step, looked at Qin Manyi, and said with half regret, "Look at this face, I wonder if brother Xiao Cheng will like you if he sees it..."

After saying that, her words suddenly turned cold and filled with endless viciousness, "I like your ugly and disgusting appearance, I like the smell of mold and moisture on your body, and I like the fact that you are still a prisoner now. Pretending to be dignified.”

"Qin Manyi, you have completely lost everything you are proud of."

"Do you think brother Xiao Cheng will still like you?"

Even though Qin Manyi was in this situation, the expression on her face never changed, but when she heard the word Xiao Cheng, her expression suddenly became soft, so soft and sad.

"He can."

Qin Manyi replied firmly, "He will. Yan Feihong, as you said, I don't always maintain a dignified and virtuous appearance, but Cheng has seen me look haggard due to illness, and has seen me being beaten. He looked like he was in a hurry to punish me, and he had seen me crying so hard that I had no image after being misunderstood..."

"Even if I am completely disfigured now, I am sure that he will still like me as always."

“It’s not about looks, it’s just about the sincerity.”

The unexpected answer immediately made Yan Feihong jealous and looked ferocious.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!" Yan Feihong's eyes were red, and he interrupted these words in a hoarse voice, and his pupils were filled with red bloodshot eyes due to stimulation.

"Come here, my princess, catch this vixen, skin her and draw her blood. I don't think she has the nerve to say such shameless words!"

Qin Zhaozhao looked at Qin Manyi in panic as she closed her eyes and went to die peacefully, with the word "no" flashing through her mind.

No, no, no!

How could she just watch her sister die in front of her?

She had to divert this crazy woman's attention, even for a moment. As long as she dispersed the hatred, sister might still have a chance of survival!

"Yan Feihong, your Huainan palace is raising private soldiers. Aren't you afraid that your majesty will find out that you will be our current fate tomorrow?"

Qin Zhaozhao's mind was spinning rapidly, and this sentence came out of his mouth almost as soon as the thought was completed.

Sure enough, everyone, including all the guards, including Yan Feihong, seemed to have pressed the pause button because of her words.

Those pairs of eyes all looked over. No matter master or slave, everyone had strong murderous intent, and there was no cover in this dark cell where no daylight could be seen.

But Qin Zhaozhao quietly breathed a sigh of relief and slowly laughed.

Her natural beauty, her smile was like the bright moon in the night, shining with an indelible determination.

"Am I right?"

"You bunch of rebellious ministers and traitors, it's really hard for me, the Qin family, to allow your Huainan Palace to go into such a big fight, even risking a U-turn and actually using private soldiers yourself."

"My father is right. Your Huainan Palace is like a wild dog that smells carrion. Just because you are a bunch of rabble, you still want to climb up to the supreme power? You simply don't know what to say."

"If we trade our heads for your Huainan Prince's Mansion, it would not be a loss to die."

Qin Zhaozhao seemed not to notice the real murderous intention of everyone towards her. He raised his head slightly, his skirt fell around his feet, and his straight spine was like an undefeated lotus in the mud.

An abnormal and strange silence spread in the prison.

The moment of silence was broken by the sound of the iron door outside the prison being roughly kicked open.

The sound of chains and the sound of heavy objects being dragged on the ground.

A noble man dressed in brocade clothes stepped forward, holding an iron chain as thick as his wrist in his hand.He stood in front of the cell door, glanced condescendingly, and sneered, "Isn't it over yet?"

The tone was understated, as if he was casually dealing with cats and dogs on the roadside.

Yan Feihong came back to her senses and followed the chain in his hand to the end. As if she saw something dirty, she took a few steps back in disgust.

"It's only been a few hours and you've already made this person like this?"

Yan Hou smiled, raised his hand and exerted force, and the "thing" tied to the end of the iron chain was dragged in front of everyone.

That was a person whose appearance was indistinguishable from the fact that there was no intact skin on his body, and there were steel needles inserted wherever visible to the naked eye.

Only under the messy hair, a pair of familiar and clear eyes remained. The person lying on the ground seemed to be using all his strength to look at them in the prison.

Qin Zhaozhao just glanced at him, and his blood seemed to rush to the top of his head, and his vision went dark.

"Brother!"

She rushed forward and hugged Qin Lu carefully. The needles seemed to be piercing her internal organs, and a biting pain spread to her bone marrow.

Qin Zhaozhao aimed his trembling hands at Qin Lu's nose, but he couldn't feel the warmth he wanted.

In an instant, she was like an irritated lion cub, rushing in front of Yan Hou, punching and kicking her, and yelling at the top of her lungs, "Yan Hou, you bitch, give back my brother's life! You give me Again!"

Qin Manyi, who was being held tightly and unable to move, shuddered when she heard this and her face was ashen.

Marquis Yan kicked her away impatiently, patted his body in disgust, and spoke amidst Yan Feihong's chuckle.

"I just asked the second young master Qin to compete and learn from each other. Who knew it was so useless? I haven't had enough fun yet, and I can't hold it anymore."

"The people in the capital praised Qin Lu to the highest degree in the world, and even compared him to Xie Zhihuan... If those people saw his useless appearance, I wonder if they would regret calling themselves blind." The more he became more and more angry. The sarcasm, the more ferocious the smile became, as if belittling the person lying on the ground could satisfy his twisted pleasure.

"Brother, are you done?" Yan Feihong interrupted him impatiently, "You're done playing, I haven't started yet."

"I'm afraid I don't have time for you to do it yourself." Marquis Yan stopped laughing, took the handkerchief from the servant and wiped the blood, "Father sent someone to send a message that the capital has noticed our abnormal movements, and now we must leave immediately overnight. Return to Beijing."

Yan Feihong's eyes widened, "But..."

"If you don't listen to my father's orders, don't blame me as your elder brother for not reminding you when the time comes." Marquis Yan interrupted coldly.

Yan Feihong was frustrated. She gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words for a while, "That's it. If I don't do it myself, it's okay to let others do it."

Marquis Yan smiled and took a step back, "Of course, I only give you time for a cup of tea. If I can't see you..."

"Okay, okay, let's go." Yan Feihong didn't like talking to him, and Yan Hou didn't care, so he turned and left.

"Originally, I wanted to torture you for several hours before I could vent my hatred." Yan Feihong asked someone to capture the Qin sisters again, and suddenly said with a smile, "You only have a cup of tea to live, do you have any last words?"

Qin Zhaozhao looked at her and spit blood on her face.

"You are only worthy of me."

……

It hurts, my whole body hurts.

Will I still be tortured like this after going to hell?

"Third Miss...Third Miss... wake up."

Qin Zhaozhao no longer wanted to open her eyes, but the chaotic noise in her ears did not bother her.

She didn't want to hear these strange voices, she just wanted her father, sister, and brother.

"Sister...brother..." She murmured unconsciously.

"The eldest lady and the second young master are both dead!" I don't know who mixed this sentence, like five thunders, pulling Qin Zhaozhao from his dream back to hell again.

She opened her eyes suddenly and saw the familiar faces of the people in Chaisang.

After waking up, the memory that crazily flooded into my mind was the scene of the eldest sister and brother being tortured to death.

These images turned into dense needles pricking every part of her body, causing her internal organs to burst with pain.

"They are dead... they are dead..." Qin Zhaozhao murmured. She suddenly reached out and grabbed the person closest to her, and burst into tears.

"Then why am I still alive? Why do you let me live!"

"After those people leave, we will quietly enter the prison and take you out." The Chaisang people couldn't bear to look away. They seemed to be tabooing something. They didn't intend to give Qin Zhaozhao a chance to ask questions, so they hurriedly explained in a few words.

"Third Miss, we can only help you get here. This is a temple in the mountains. It has been abandoned for a long time. It is difficult to find it easily if you are not a local. There are common things we find for you in the temple. You... raise it first It hurts.”

He looked at Qin Zhaozhao, who was as old as his daughter, choked up for a while, wiped his tears and continued, "The soldiers led by those people are still in Chaisang, and we risked our lives to rescue you. From now on, you will probably Won’t see us again.”

Qin Zhaozhao's mind was numb. After everyone dispersed, she leaned under the abandoned Buddha statue in the temple, as if she was lifeless.

I don't know how many days passed, but Qin Zhaozhao was wandering between recurring fevers and lethargy. No part of her body was intact.

She didn't know what God had given her these days to keep her alive.

The rustling footsteps came closer and closer, and it seemed like someone was coming to the temple.

"Oh, I'm so cold. I've been traveling for days and nights without food. God didn't even leave me dry clothes."

Although this man claims to be an old man, his voice sounds very young.

"Hey, there's actually a piece of dry biscuit here?"

The Taoist priest seemed to be looking for treasure. No matter how many days it was, he patted the ashes on it and gnawed it happily.

"It's a bit hard, but it can still fill your stomach. It's an unexpected surprise."

Qin Zhaozhao leaned quietly under the Buddha statue, drowsily listening to the young Taoist priest talking to himself, and actually laughed out loud.

This was so ridiculous that the Taoist priest was startled.

"Who's there!"

He followed the sound and immediately found Qin Zhaozhao lying on the ground.

He was stunned, "Girl... you..."

The young Taoist priest looked stunned while holding the cake, which was really funny.

Qin Zhaozhao raised his eyes and raised the corners of his dry mouth slightly, wanting to smile as usual when meeting people, but he remembered that his current appearance must not be good-looking, so he pulled it down and dropped it.

She touched the ground with her finger, her breath floated faintly, and although her voice was soft, it was not difficult to tell that she once had a good voice.

"Little Taoist priest, can you sit down and listen to me tell a story?"

Qin Zhaozhao paused for a moment and continued, "Just think of it as your reward for eating my cake."

The Taoist priest suddenly felt that what he had eaten was not the cake, but a strong sense of guilt.

He immediately put his hands together and saluted, "I'm too reckless."

Then he lifted his robe and sat down in an upright position.

Qin Zhaozhao nodded slightly, recalling his childhood, and told a story with an innocent and romantic beginning but a tragic and sad ending.

She spoke very slowly, but the Taoist priest listened patiently until it got dark. He took the initiative to light a fire, fed Qin Zhaozhao some water, and covered her with thick clothes.

It wasn't until he finished speaking that Qin Zhaozhao could take a breath. He hadn't spoken for many days, and speaking out so many words in one breath was a hard job.

After waiting for a long time for a reply, Qin Zhaozhao said, "Why, this story is too sad..."

"What would you do if you had a chance to borrow your destiny?" The Taoist priest interrupted her.

Qin Zhaozhao was stunned. Seeing the Taoist priest's serious expression, she couldn't help but think about it.

"Instead of giving it to me, it would be better to give those dead old people a chance to live again." Qin Zhaozhao recalled those faces, and the grief began to twist her heart again.

Her fingers subconsciously wanted to grab something warm, but in the end she could only grab the cold clothes.

"I managed to survive for a while, but they... lost everything."

"What if it's for you?" the Taoist asked again.

"Give it to me... of course it's revenge." She said lightly, but her tone suddenly increased at the last two words.

"Those who caused the destruction of my Qin family will be made to pay for their blood debts one by one."

After a long time, the Taoist sighed, scratched his head, and asked Qin Zhaozhao his horoscope.

Qin Zhaozhao felt like she couldn't hold on any longer. She raised her eyelashes and said, "The little Taoist priest has great supernatural powers. Are you planning to build a tomb for me because I am about to run out of energy?"

As she spoke, her eyelids became increasingly heavy.

Before his consciousness was about to disappear, he could only hear the vague voice of the Taoist priest——

"I have come from a thousand miles on the trail, lost my way for several days and accidentally entered a temple. I accidentally ate a piece of cake from a girl. It means I am destined to you, so the trail owes you a cause and effect."

"Girl, take this unfinished destiny and complete what you want to do."