Quick Transmigration

He distributed the two quilts brought by Wang Da to the old woman, and spread half of her quilt on the straw and half on her body.

After a while, the sound of breathing became slightly heavier than before.

In summer, even though it is a dark and humid prison, it will not be very cold. The old woman has suffered all her life, but her body is not bad. She rubbed the satin quilt in her arms again and again, but she did not cover her body. .

She looked up gratefully at Ji Jiunian who was curled up and asleep on the other side, then lowered her head again, and slowly touched the quilt.

Just like a monk chanting scriptures in the Daxiong Palace, sitting on a bed made of straw as motionless as a mountain, but muttering something in a low voice, making people unclear.

After a long time, she moved, carefully folded the quilt, found a relatively clean place, and put the folded quilt over there.

He glanced at the place where Ji Jiunian was again with a smile on his face, staggered to his place, closed his eyes and lay down.

Around midnight, a strange chilly wind suddenly blew up in the prison, mixed with gloom.

Walking through the dark corridors, the people there all felt the biting chill entering their bodies, transforming into everything they feared, and they were chased and fled helplessly.

In the end, it entered the farthest cell, where it gradually changed from a blurred red shadow to a very gentle woman with clear facial features and a solid body.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that the woman's fair and flawless face is overwhelming, her bright eyes seem to contain autumn water, and the waves of her eyes are shining with waves.

Mei Ruyuan Dai is like a poem and a painting in the vast mist, racking his brains and pen and ink, but he can't copy her seven-point beauty. He can only look at the regrettable picture scroll, sighing endlessly.

The thin and pale lip color is like plum blossoms in fresh snow. It is charming and charming on the tall branches, but it silently rejects the visitor's desire to climb.

Just when the branches dipped their fingers in the frost, when the wind passed by, Qiao Luoxuan window sneaked into a room with cold fragrance, softly chanted beside the pillow to sway people's hearts, telling each other's pulse, arousing the warmth in the heart.

The coolness like the touch of a dragonfly fell on his face, causing ripples. Mo Xici clutched his heart, which seemed to be filled a lot.

She couldn't help being playful, playing on the sleepy eyes that looked like a stage, and the tango was not over with her cold fingertips. Ji Jiunian couldn't help opening her heavy eyelids, and whispered before her consciousness came back: "Okay." cold……"

After a moment of stagnation, Mo Xici quickly withdrew the hand that was doing bad things, and disappeared in a flash of cold wind.

It was dark and quiet all around, unable to resist the strong pajamas, Ji Jiunian quickly closed his eyes again, instinctively rolled over, curled up again, and hugged himself tightly.

Seeing this, Mo Xici, who was watching her in the dark, floated over quietly again, but this time he was lying side by side with her in a well-behaved manner.

Looking at the simple roof, but I don't know what to think about, I turned my head sideways to stare at the people around me for a while, and laughed silently.

The people around him moved at this moment, unconsciously hugging him even tighter, Mo Xici thought she woke up, and was startled.

But she didn't see her next movement, just murmured intermittently inarticulately. She leaned closer and listened carefully, only then did she realize that she was talking about being cold.

cold?But because of your own temperature?Mo Xici distanced herself from Ji Jiunian sullenly, with her head bowed and aggrieved, anyone could see her grief and dissatisfaction.

"Bad guy, you actually despise me!" Moxi said coquettishly.

Although she complained very much in her heart, she was reluctant to leave, her bored eyes flicked around, and she found Jin in a corner of the cell.

The smile returned to her face, and she couldn't wait to take it over to cover Ji Jiunian's body, and then... snuggled up to him again, hugging Ji Jiunian through the quilt, and did not leave until dawn.

People who had a nightmare all night woke up one after another, let out a long breath, fortunately it was a dream...

The high fever subsided and the cold sweat on his body disappeared. Ji Jiunian felt relaxed all over his body. He took a deep breath comfortably, sat up and stretched, and met the old woman's puzzled eyes.

She thought for a moment, but she gave up without thinking of the reason, and only said hello: "Morning".There was lightness in the voice.

"Morning." After the old woman finished speaking, she still stared at Ji Jiunian with a hesitant expression.Ji Jiunian couldn't help asking curiously: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with me?"

"No...no" the woman stammered a little, her eyes subconsciously shifted a little below, Ji Jiunian followed her line of sight to look over, and a turquoise quilt embroidered with peony patterns was covering her body.

She couldn't help but startled, her eyes were a little sour, "If it's given to you, it's yours, don't cover it for me in the future, you old man should take good care of your body."

Hearing this, the old woman was stunned for a moment, stared blankly at Ji Jiunian for a while, and then said hello, with a hint of bewilderment still remaining in her tone.

Perhaps it was because Ji Jiunian's serious and serious attitude was too credible, there was no one else in the prison except her, and she actually believed that she took it by herself.

Turning his back to Ji Jiunian, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and sighed helplessly: "Oh, when you get old, your memory also gets worse."

On the second night, Mo Xici sneaked into Ji Jiunian's cell just before midnight.

Seeing the sweetheart sleeping soundly, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, he glanced roughly at the room, and walked towards the corner where the quilt was placed again.

Since Mo Xici cannot sense the temperature of the outside world, it is not clear that Ji Jiunian is not cold tonight, and she wakes up alive.

Also because Ji Jiunian did not have a fever tonight and her mind was not clear, so when she couldn't lift the quilt, she clearly realized that she was being hugged in the arms through the quilt...

Feeling flustered, he struggled vigorously... Moxi had a bad heart and hurriedly let go to evacuate, but it was too late.

In the empty room, Ji Jiunian did not find the existence of the third person, so... it could only be a ghost.

She wouldn't believe that the female ghost left just like that, "Moxi resigned, come out." Ji Jiunian said helplessly, why hide?Is it fun to pretend to leave?

After waiting for a while, but she didn't come out, Ji Jiunian got up and said softly, "I know you haven't left, don't let me call you a second time, I will be scolded if you wake others up... ..."

"No, I created a nightmare for them, and they won't wake up until I leave."

The voice came from the sky above the head. If an ordinary person saw this scene, he would be scared to death in all likelihood...

It's a pity that it was Ji Jiunian who was in charge of the ghost with her real identity when she encountered this situation. She raised her head calmly and said disgustedly: "Come down."

"Oh" Moxi was unhappy, and her husband disliked her again...

Speaking of it, she didn't seem to know her husband's real name yet. Thinking of this, she suddenly lifted her spirits.

He threw himself into Ji Jiunian's arms enthusiastically, raised his face and asked seriously: "Husband, what's your name? May I call you by your name from now on?"

The name is the last layer of the vest... Exploding the horse will cause the mission to fail, and the punishment does not matter, but the female ghost will not be seen.

Pretending to be unfathomable, she coughed a few times, and then, under the expectant eyes of the female ghost, she closed her eyes...

If a person deliberately pretends to be asleep, he will definitely not be able to wake up.

"Husband!" Moxi resigned angrily, Ji Jiunian just turned a deaf ear, and his rhythmic breathing was never disturbed.

Moxi made all kinds of troubles, but the final result was useless. Thinking that the two of them would not have much time to spend together, she didn't want to waste it, so she had to compromise.

Although Ji Jiunian deliberately pretended to be dead and ignored the female ghost's coquetry and cuteness, he was very happy in his heart.

Noticing that the female ghost was not playing tricks, she felt a little unfulfilled for a moment, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful, then heard Mo Xici's gentle and pitiful voice: "I made you suffer, I will take you out, I have already made it clear to you, big brother." , he won’t care about us anymore.”

Opening his eyes, his eyes met, Ji Jiunian shook his head firmly, and said seriously: "I won't go out."

It didn't look like a joke at all, Mo Xici was stunned, puzzled: "Why?"

"Are you angry?" Mo Xici seemed to have thought of something, buried his whole face in Ji Jiunian's arms, and murmured: "I'm sorry, I promise there will be no next time."

In the pitch black where you can't see your fingers, people's senses are extraordinarily sensitive, and Ji Jiunian's heart hurts. The female ghost seems to be too sensitive and disturbed.

A sense of resentment welled up spontaneously, why did the original owner of such a lovely woman hurt her so much...

Ji Jiunian didn't speak, his face was so flat that no emotion could be seen, the hand placed by his side was raised and lowered several times.Reason and sensibility maintain a delicate balance, the two sides are deadlocked, and time slips away in silence...

"I've already severed ties with my eldest brother, please don't ignore me, okay?" Moist tears welled up in his eyes, and the chest that had lost his heartbeat was full of sadness.

The despair that has nowhere to rest is like a ferocious beast, devouring and destroying her soul, and the last pleading is insignificant: "I only have you..."

Before that weak spark was on the verge of extinguishing, it had struggled hard, but it could not escape its fate.

And she has given up any hope, asking for help is just instinctive...