Princess Jian Guo gl

After lunch on the second day, Wei Ziming came to visit me in the palace with Xiaohong in his arms. This was the first time I saw Xiaohong open her eyes. The big black eyes were as clean as black gems. Seeing me, I looked weak. Leaning on the grand teacher's chair, she still has small hands babbling for me to hug.

Because his daughter expressed good feelings for me, Wei Ziming was a little jealous, and snorted coldly: "You sent me to copy Xiangye's house yesterday, and you don't go to interrogate him today? What are you playing with our Xiaohong?"

"Let him be locked up for a few days and let him suffer so much before going to interrogate him. By the way, how is Fu Ling?"

"A-Ling hasn't woken up yet," Wei Ziming said with a bitter face, "The arrow was smeared with poison, and it was too late to be rescued. It is said that the wound has festered."

I struggled to get up to see her.

Yingying, my Ling, you have suffered.

Wei Ziming stopped me: "It's better for you not to move around now. Doctor Bai Da has already been there, and he said that it will be fine after a few days of recuperation. The general's mansion is chaotic enough. If you go, you will have someone to wait on you, and don't worry about it." Let's make a mess."

What Wei Ziming said was true, but Tian Ran's words were still a bit harsh.Fortunately, I am not in the mood to argue with him at the moment, and I only care about Fu Ling. I sobbed again: "My Ling suffered a lot of injuries because of Bai."

Wei Ziming glanced at me: "It's good that you know."

"When she recovers, I will repay her well."

Wei Ziming winked, "How do I repay you?"

I really want to say Yongquan Xiangbao, but this word is really meaningful, and no matter how close I am to Xiao Ming, he will always be a man, so it is really inconvenient to say this.

I pretended not to hear this.She lowered her head and teased Xiao Hong casually, she giggled, her mouth parted, revealing two small white teeth.

I took a look at the corner of her mouth: "I have teeth."

Wei Ziming said: "You don't care, give me Xiaohong back!"

I didn't give it, so I hugged Xiaohong tightly in my arms, rubbed her soft face and said with satisfaction: "It smells so good, what did you feed her?"

Wei Ziming was anxious: "Don't press her down like this, she is almost out of breath!"

Wei Ziming's shock was really annoying, so I had no choice but to let go of Xiaohong and help her tuck the corner of her clothes.

As soon as my hand touched Xiaohong's chest, I suddenly noticed something on her collarbone. "What is this?" I laughed and lifted the corner of her clothes.

On the little guy's collarbone, there was a brown birthmark, which was very conspicuous on her pink skin.

The birthmark was narrow and terrifying, like a scar left after being cut with a knife.

I joked with Wei Ziming: "Your daughter was chopped on her collarbone in her previous life..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

The picture that frightened me suddenly jumped in front of my eyes.

- Hate me?what can you doShe was bound to die.

— beat her to death.

——You shouldn't hate me, I like you so much, I like you so much.

In the dark and gloomy dungeon, the attendant dragged the iron rod, approached the bloody woman, and hit her hard again and again.The woman struggled to crawl in the dungeon, but was dragged back to continue the torture.Her gentle eyebrows were covered with dirty blood, and the plasma covered her nasal bones and lips little by little.

The man in black who was tied to the shackles by me was struggling fiercely, and there were bursts of angry roars from her throat, as if she was going to swallow me alive.

I picked up an iron hook, lifted this person's collar, and stroked her white, tender and smooth collarbone.Then he pierced the sharp iron hook into her collarbone fiercely.

——Nan Qingliu, I want to kill you, I will definitely kill you!

I pinched her cheeks, looked at her picturesque face, and kissed her.She closed her mouth tightly, rejecting everything from me.I pinched her lips and fiddled with her indiscriminately.

She stared at me stubbornly, glared at me resentfully, and bit the tongue I was provoking her.

The blood flowed out from where we were close together, mixed with the blood on her shoulder, and fell drop by drop to the ground.

Ah Ling.

How could I treat A Ling like this.

I closed my eyes, trying to erase these images from my mind.

But these pictures not only did not diminish, but elicited more memories.

A vast expanse of white.

Paper money, white clothes, and white flags.

Master Sang held the clothes Sang Shuya wore before he died and wailed loudly in the mourning hall, kneeling behind him were the servants who had been kind to her during her lifetime.

Fu Ling was dressed in black, her black hair was tied up with a white ribbon, and she didn't look like an ordinary woman combing her bun.Standing behind the crying servant, she looked at the dark coffin with the utmost sorrow, bit her lips and clenched her fists, suppressing her grief to a minimum.

Did I kill Sang Shuya?

As Sang Shuya's friend, Fu Ling probably hates me to death.

I hid in the corner and watched secretly, tears falling like a bank burst.I bit my hand, not allowing myself to cry out, but the soreness and pain in my heart seemed to tear me apart, reminding me that that person was really dead.

For some reason, a thought suddenly jumped out of his head, slowly rippling away.

——From now on, in my life, I may have lovers, relatives, and friends, but I no longer have a confidant.

Just when I was moved to tears.

Wei Ziming hit me again.

I exploded: "Are you going to die? You beat me when you visited Xiangye's mansion at night last time. How dare you do it now?"

Wei Ziming had taken Xiaohong away from my arms at some point, the two of them stared at me with big eyes, Wei Ziming lowered his head and touched Xiaohong's face, and said softly: "Auntie is very irritable, Xiaohong is good, don't Learn from my aunt."

Xiaohong frowned softly, and babbled with a smile, as if responding to him.

"???" I had a question mark on my face.

Wei Ziming said: "What's wrong with you? It's like your soul is out of your body at every turn? Your eyes are staring at the air in front of you, it's terrifying. Fortunately, my Xiaohong is good. If you make her cry, I will I won't talk to you anymore."

I was surprised: "You are getting more and more young daughter-in-law."

Don't talk to me anymore, what's your name?

Wei Ziming made a reasonable guess and boldly asked for proof: "You don't think about something from the past again, do you?"

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, and lay back on the soft couch: "Yeah."

"what's up?"

I recalled the memory just now, and I got goosebumps on my back. I pretended to be impatient and said, "Is it okay with you? I'm tired and I'm going to rest. What should you do?"

Wei Ziming pursed his lips, and held Xiaohong high: "Okay, aunt doesn't want to talk to us anymore, so let's go and play with Uncle Yiyuan, okay. Uncle Yiyuan is much prettier than auntie."

Xiaohong looked at me pitifully, put her small arms around Wei Ziming's neck, and whispered something.

Wei Ziming, with an expression that a good father would understand, said to me after hearing Xiaohong's words: "Xiaohong said that she will never talk to you again, hum."

I:"……"

I pinched the bridge of my nose wearily, Xiaohong was fed by this unreliable Wei Ziming, and she will definitely become the second Wei Ziming who owes a beating in the future.

I closed my eyes and meditated for a while, when the palace servants came to report, saying that it was Doctor Bai Da who asked to see me.

Bai Da Bai Shi Tong's status is quite special, although he is a doctor, but he is an official of the Ministry of Punishment, and he is investigating the work of the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.Because of Yiyuan's relationship, he can move freely in the palace, so the palace people respect him a little bit.

Know-it-all came in chattering with his hands behind his back.

I haven't seen him for a long time, and I still hate each other when we meet this time.

Know-it-all looked at me with disgust: "Your Highness is round again."

I looked at Best Known in disgust: "You can be regarded as washing up."

Bai Shitong scratched his back: "It's okay if you don't wash it, but it's even more itchy after washing it."

I stopped his movements: "Stop!"

Best Known looked at me with raised eyebrows.

I said slowly: "Forgive me, I really don't want to pick up your fleas."

Knowledgeable: "Your Highness is used to joking."

I said awkwardly, "I didn't joke this time."

silent.

I asked Knowledgable: "Why did you come to see me? Is there something wrong with Fu Ling?"

Pepsi channel: "Lord Xiaofu is fine, just rest and recuperate for a few more times. However, this minister's visit to His Highness is indeed related to Master Xiaofu."

"Say."

Beston took out a stack of papers from his bosom, but he didn't pass it to me, but asked me: "Your Highness, do you remember that when Wei Chen gave His Highness the first diagnosis and treatment after His Highness lost his memory, he once told His Highness about a thing called Wang Wang?" the spice of sorrow.”

I thought about it a bit, then nodded and said: "Yes, you said that the cause of my amnesia may not be caused by a head injury, but may be caused by a calming spice called Wangyou."

Know-it-all nodded: "Yes. Since that day, my minister has been a little strange. His Highness has someone to manage and protect him in his daily life. Although the smell of Wangyou spices is not strange, it is also different from the spices in the ordinary palace. Why? His Highness lit it every day but didn't suspect anything strange?"

"Well, keep talking."

"I speculate that someone trusted by His Highness pretended to offer this spice as a good nourishing medicine to His Highness. His Highness didn't doubt that person, and naturally he didn't doubt the spice, so it was lit every day, and something happened."

My heart tightened.

Baishitong continued: "Weichen troubled my brothers and sisters to search for the seller of Wangyou spices in the rivers and lakes. After a lot of hard work, I finally found it."

"Mr. Bai means that there is someone close to me who bought Wangyou spice from that person and coaxed me to light it to make me lose my memory?"

Blockbuster: "From the current inferences, this is indeed the case."

"Who could it be?" I felt a little uneasy in my heart.

Baishitong handed me a stack of white paper in his hand: "My minister has the courage to draw small portraits of everyone who is acquainted with Her Royal Highness, and let the boss identify them. Fortunately, Wangyouxiang is very expensive, and few people know its efficacy." There are very few of them, so few people have bought them for many years. So the boss still remembers the appearance of the people who bought the spices. Your Highness, let’s look at the drawings first.

"it is good."

I turn the paper over.

There are many small portraits of people painted on the paper, which are lifelike.

The people in the portraits are all people I am familiar with, including the Empress Dowager, the Emperor, Yiyuan, Xingzhen, An Yunluo, Wei Ziming and Fu Ling.

Everyone's paper was very clean, except for a huge circle around the portrait of one person.