After the rebirth, my nemesis and I got together

Since the imperial doctor said yesterday that Xiao Qian's leg stones were difficult to heal, the prince and all the princesses came to visit with their own thoughts. The emperor, empress Shufei and even Xianfei came to visit.After these people left, the Chongqing Palace became cold and silent, and everyone in the palace was in danger. Xiao Qian had overturned the soup for the third time. She locked herself in the bedroom and did not allow anyone to enter. Blocked out.

Ah Cha stood at the door with tears streaming down her face. Why did her master suffer such a miserable life? With such a mother, her father grew up with no love for her mother. She wronged her for so many years, and now she has lost her legs.

The moonlight shone coldly on the withered kapok in the Chongqing Hall, and Ah Cha sat directly on the ground.Xiao Qian was lying on the bed with a pale face. She lifted the brocade quilt and looked at her legs wrapped in white cloth. She tried to get off the bed with all her strength, but her calf below the knee didn't have any strength, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat. The hair between the foreheads was wet, even though the thighs moved the legs to the edge of the bed, but the calves were hanging on the edge of the bed, but they couldn't make any effort at all.

She beat her calf as if venting, but couldn't feel any pain.

She bit the brocade quilt, tears rolled in her eyes.

She hates, she hates so much!

During the day, Xiao Feng came to visit her, so he said it was a visit, it would be better to come to calm things down, after all a crippled prince is not worth helping him.

She still remembered that Xiao Feng looked at her pretending to be affectionate, saying that Father would definitely seek justice for you, and executed that drunk groom Ling Chi, so that she could recover from her wounds with peace of mind.

Xiao Qian was trembling with anger, but he could only thank him with a smile, while Xiao Qi and Xiao Yan fully demonstrated their superb acting skills, crying like cats and pretending to be merciful. And who knows?

Xiao Qian thumped the bed vigorously, Ah Cha heard the movement, stood up quickly and pushed open the door, fearing that Xiao Qian would be overwhelmed.

Ah Cha ran to Xiao Qian, saw her sad face, felt sore, sat on the edge of the bed, hugged Xiao Qian in her arms: "Your Highness, cry, cry!"

Tears welled up in Xiao Qian's eyes instantly, she hugged Ah Cha back and shouted: "Ah Cha——"

"It will get better, it will get better." Ah Cha muttered, but will it really get better?

At night, Murong Xian was lying on the bed with a painful expression on her face, as if she had fallen into a nightmare.

In the dream, Murongxian went back to her childhood. There was no one in the huge prime minister's mansion. She opened the doors one after another, but she didn't see anyone. She sat on the ground and cried loudly. At this time, a tall man walked away. into her eyes.

"Why are you crying?" The man was condescending, with a look of disgust on his face.

Murong Xian was sobbing and wiping away her tears, she stepped forward to pull him: "Daddy."

But the man took a step back: "Who is your father, get out of here—"

When Murong Xian was a child, she didn't listen, and stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve. The man became even more annoyed, as if he was stained with something dirty, he pushed her, and the little girl fell to the ground, hitting her forehead. The stone was bleeding, and the blood dripped into her eyes. Her left eye was scarlet, and her right eye saw her father picking up another little girl, hugging a beautiful woman, and looking at her mockingly... ····

Murong Xian woke up in tears. Dong Zhu had been standing by the bed to wipe away her tears and sweat. Seeing her eyes open, she hurriedly helped Murong Xian to sit up and put a pillow on her back: "Miss , I'll get you a glass of water."

Seeing that Murongxian did not object, Dongzhu heaved a sigh of relief and turned to pour water.

Murongxian seemed to be really thirsty, she drank all the water in the cup, she handed the cup to Dong Zhu, looked at the window, there was a little white outside, it was almost dawn.

"What's going on outside?"

Dong Zhu glanced at her young lady, Murong Xian frowned: "Say."

Dongzhu thought for a while about his wording, and then said cautiously: "Today is the anniversary of the death of the mother and daughter. The master worshiped in the ancestral hall, and then he said yesterday that he would go to the ancestral grave today."

Murong Xian's face changed slightly, she hammered the bed, her eyes were scarlet: "A concubine died and went to the ancestral hall and was buried in the ancestral grave, but my mother was buried outside alone and couldn't come back, couldn't come back coming!"

Dongzhu trembled, and suffered from the lack of heart again: "Master, the master helped someone to be his successor before."

Murong Xian raised her eyes to look at Dong Zhu, Dong Zhu was frightened by those dark eyes, and knew that she had said something wrong again, so she quickly knelt down: "Miss, I was wrong."

When Murong Xian got off the bed, Dong Zhu immediately dressed and washed her. After tidying up, Murong Xian pushed open the door and walked out with a smile on her face.Dongzhu followed behind tremblingly.

She went straight to the ancestral hall. At this time, only Murong Yu was sitting on the futon holding the memorial tablet in the ancestral hall, crying.

When Murong Xian stepped into the ancestral hall, Murong Yu heard the noise and turned his head. There were still tears in his eyes, and it was still dark outside. He seemed to see Princess Rong Jun returning in a daze, and the tablet in his hand fell to the ground. Not caring so much, she quickly stood up and took a few steps back: "You, don't come over—"

Murong Xian knew in a moment that her father had misidentified her, she did not refute but bent down and picked up the tablet on the ground and handed it to Murong Yu: "Father has such a good memory, why have I never seen you remember the anniversary of my mother's death?" What? Did you know, she told me in a dream that she was very cold in the north, and there were few people to warm her bed."