The princess's little white-faced concubine

The eldest princess's mansion was as quiet as death, and the servants walked around Wei Zhaojin, for fear that something would cause her anger and affect her life. Now the only person who dares to serve her personally is Yiqiu.

Three days have passed, and Jiang Zhichu is still the same as the previous days. He has not improved at all. He can only rely on soup and medicine to maintain his life. She feeds medicine and wipes herself.

"Your Highness, you don't have to wipe it three times a day, you should have a good rest." Yi Qiu was holding a water basin at the side, her eyes were full of distress, but she didn't know whether she felt sorry for Jiang Zhichu or Wei Zhaojin.

Wei Zhaojin wiped Jiang Zhichu's body, and murmured in a low voice, "She likes to be clean."

"Did Ling Ke answer?"

Yi Qiu's lips tightened and she shook her head.

Wei Zhaojin threw the clean cloth into the basin, and when the water splashed out, it splashed on the ground.

She stood up, her dark eyes showed a sense of murder, her eyes were scarlet, her white hands were reddened from being clenched under the robe, her fingertips scratched the palm, and the gaps between her fingers were bloodshot.

She gritted her teeth and said: "I want to know the murderer within three days, if not, I will ask Ling Titou to see him."

Yiqiu shook her body, the air around her seemed to have dropped to freezing point, the princess in her memory didn’t seem to show such an expression for a long time, the last time was when “Zheng Yunuo died in battle”, but this time she became more decisive, You can even kill innocent people for this.

On the night of Jiang Zhichu's accident, Lin Waner, the proprietress of Spess Tavern, also died on the second floor of the tavern. She walked peacefully, with the same smile on her lips as Jiang Zhichu.

--Hall of Supreme Harmony

"Imperial sister, I already know about the son-in-law, the murderer will definitely be caught, but you should make good plans for your future."

The emperor received the news that Jiang Zhichu had no chance to wake up again.

Wei Zhaojin was unmoved, and said coldly: "What do you mean, Brother Huang?"

The emperor sighed, "You should know what I mean, to marry the general's mansion..."

"Brother Emperor!" Wei Zhaojin shouted: "Jiang Zhichu is not dead, and I am still her wife. Even if she really... I will not remarry."

She didn't want to say that word.

The emperor jumped up against the case and said angrily: "You should know that you are the eldest princess of Wei!"

"Eldest princess? Should the eldest princess be your tool to stabilize your status? Brother, is the emperor's family really ruthless? It is you who are ruthless and ungrateful, not me."

"you!"

The emperor didn't expect Wei Zhaojin to contradict him like this, and there seemed to be a fire in his chest that he forcibly suppressed, "I'm doing it for your own good. Back then, the late emperor intended to marry you to Zheng Yunuo. Why didn't you refuse? Now that I want to marry you, you'd better refused?"

"I love her."

It was Wei Zhaojin who fell in love with Jiang at the beginning, not the eldest princess Wei, Wei Zhaojin should not be restrained.

"There is no need to mention this matter again. Today is the emperor's sister who offended me. After catching the murderer, I will take her away. Princess Wei is already dead."

Died...and fell into a long sleep with her son-in-law.

After Wei Zhaojin left the Hall of Supreme Harmony, she could no longer control her tears. All the strength she had built at that moment collapsed instantly. She had cried and prayed countless times in places where others could not see.

I don't know when a person stood in front of him, the bells around his waist collided with each other and made a "jingling" sound, Wei Zhaojin wiped away tears and raised his head, his scarlet eyes met the pair of different-colored pupils.

"Wipe your tears."

Wu Naya handed over the silk handkerchief, and Wei Zhaojin opened her hand, but did not accept it.

"I haven't looked for you yet, but you delivered it yourself?"

The two faced each other tit for tat, and no one backed down.

Unaya brushed the broken hair on her forehead, and said disdainfully, "You don't think I killed her stupidly, do you?"

"Even if it's not you, it has nothing to do with you."

Wu Naya can't confess Zheng Yunnuo, if Wei Zhaojin finds out, then Zheng Yunnuo will definitely die embarrassingly, then he won't be able to get military power, and the plans of the father over the past few years will be wiped out... Now I can only endure , she can only do it when the plan is successful.

"I don't know the murderer. When I arrived, the murderer had already run away."

Wei Zhaojin raised his steps and approached gradually, his aura was so strong that even Wu Naya couldn't help taking a few steps back.

"You'd better have nothing to do with this matter, otherwise even if you are the daughter of the prince of the Western Regions, this Palace will not let you go, and the entire Western Regions will be buried with her."

Wu Naya has to admire Wei Zhaojin, she can also say that she was buried with the Western Regions?

"nature."

Being interrupted by Wei Zhaojin, Wu Naya almost forgot the purpose of her coming, she stopped the person who was about to leave, and said: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you want Jiang Zhichu to live, you must protect her. No one can come near her."

Wu Naya didn't dare to say more, judging by Wei Zhaojin's intelligence, if she mentioned something slightly related to Zheng Yunnuo, Wei Zhaojin would think that it was Zheng Yunnuo who did it.

-

It has been a week since Jiang Zhichu was discharged from the hospital. Today is her review day. There are people coming and going in the hospital. Jiang's mother is afraid that she will be tired, so she pushes her down on a chair, and she goes to the window to register.

"It's really annoying, my mother said no to pick up, what kind of dog director wants to sleep with my mother. What? Ban me? Then you let him die. There is no mirror at home and haven't you peed? Let him use the size of his fingernail The bird pissed and took a picture, what kind of fat pig wants to sleep with my old lady! Hang up and see a doctor."

Not far away, a woman stepped on high-heeled shoes and sat down next to Jiang Zhichu. Her mouth kept on saying murderous sentences. With big sunglasses, Jiang Zhichu subconsciously wanted to sit far away, this woman was not easy to mess with.

"Jiang Zhichu?" The woman hung up the phone and pressed down the sunglasses with her fingers.

"It's really you!" The woman stepped forward excitedly and took Jiang Zhichu's hand.

Jiang Zhichu trembled, his face full of disgust: "Who are you?"

Before he could finish speaking, the woman slapped Jiang Zhichu on the head, "Damn it, are you playing amnesia with my old lady?"

Jiang Zhichu was a little dazed by this slap, it seemed that this woman's face did exist in his memory, as if in a dream.

The two little girls looked at the side for a long time, and finally plucked up the courage to step forward and ask, "Are you Lin Wan'er?"

Lin Wan'er smiled and took off her sunglasses, her long hair flung in the air: "That's right, I am."

"You!" Jiang Zhichu pointed at her and couldn't believe it. This person did appear in his dream, and the fragments of the dream gradually spliced ​​together in his mind, forming a complete memory.

Lin Wan'er kindly signed autographs for the two little girls, and even took a group photo. They didn't say goodbye to Lin Wan'er until the radio called one of the girls' names.

"Remember me?"

Jiang Zhichu was surprised and said, "Isn't that a dream?"

Lin Wan'er looked at her suspiciously: "Really forgot? Who...you forgot too?"

"Who?"

Lin Wan'er was still about to say something when she saw Jiang's mother walking over with the case and registration form. Lin Wan'er snatched Jiang Zhichu's cell phone, dialed her number, put on her sunglasses and walked away gracefully.

Mother Jiang sat next to Jiang Zhichu and asked curiously, "Who is that girl?"

Jiang Zhichu shook his head: "It's nothing, just a friend."

Jiang's mother was a little annoyed: "You child, since you are a friend, why don't you stay?"

Jiang Zhichu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Mom, this is a hospital, not our kitchen. They still have to see a doctor."

Jiang's mother suddenly realized and smiled: "Look at my brain, please come to my house for dinner next time."

Jiang Zhichu nodded in agreement, and then the hospital broadcast called her name.

In the evening, the dormitory turned off the lights early, Jiang Zhichu lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, recalling that dream little by little in his mind, but when he recalled that woman, his head would ache violently.

She unlocked the phone and dimmed the glaring light. The previous phone had already been crushed to pieces by a car. Now this one was bought by Jiang's mother on the day she was discharged from the hospital. It's not very good but it works.

She opened the browser and typed the three words Lin Wan'er in the search box, and soon Lin Wan'er's information appeared on the webpage.

Jiang Zhichu looked at the phone and muttered softly: "Depression committed suicide? Does she seem to have depression?"

"A year in a coma!"

Jiang Zhichu sat up from the bed in shock. The day Lin Wan'er committed suicide happened to be the day of her car accident, and even the time of waking up and the time of coma were exactly the same as her own.

This is too coincidental, so coincidental that she gradually believed that the dream was real.

She got up and got out of bed and ran to the stairs to dial the number.

beep - beep - beep

"Hey?"

A woman's lazy voice came from the other end of the phone, as if she had already fallen asleep.

"I am Jiang Zhichu."

Lin Wan'er said impatiently: "I know, what's the matter? Want to talk to me about your dream?"

"I do have something to tell you."

"Add me on WeChat, lwe5201314."

After Lin Wan'er finished speaking, she hung up the phone. Jiang Zhichu reluctantly opened WeChat and entered a string of numbers, which was quickly searched.

Seeing that the profile picture was Lin Wan'er's own mugshot, Jiang Zhichu was convinced that he did not add the wrong person.

Truly the king of narcissists.

After passing the verification, Jiang Zhichu clicked on the chat box, and moved his fingers on the keyboard.

【You also had that dream? 】

Not long after, the phone vibrated.

【Are you sb?That is not a dream. 】

It's not a strange thing to dream about people in reality, but it would be a bit suspicious if you dreamed about your personality and way of speaking.

【Traveled?Then how can I not remember. 】

【Ghost knows, maybe it's because you're stupid. 】

Jiang Zhichu looked at the chat interface, out of breath.

[Who is that woman? 】

After typing this sentence, there was no reply for a long time. Jiang Zhichu turned off his phone and fell asleep. In his dream, he dreamed of the woman again, but when she just wanted to see the woman's face clearly, she felt suffocated and got up. His body was already drenched in cold sweat.

Jiang Zhichu glanced at his phone after washing up, and the chat interface remained the same as last night.

During class, the phone suddenly vibrated, and Lin Wan'er sent an address.

[At twelve noon, come to me. 】

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-04-0423:55:22~2021-04-0521:26:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 啦啦 got 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: I got 2 of them; Los Angeles is also doing pigeons, -JEN-, sunglasses dust, today. . . 1;

Thank you to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 26 bottles of bowing your head and crying all over the city; 5 bottles of Ai Xinghe's Clear Dream; 1 bottle of Yaerjie Ende;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!