"I have lost my memory and can't remember what happened that year. However, the change of engagement was due to the car accident that happened and I was disfigured." After saying that, she excitedly lifted up her hair, revealing the hideous scars on her face.
, sneered,
"Did you see it? These criss-crossing wounds were obviously caused by sharp objects. They were cut by someone with a dagger. Could it be that, in order to marry you, I, Shu Jing, had the heart to destroy myself and a woman like this?
Cherish your face, and then come here to be humiliated and ridiculed by Yan Zixuan! Why? Why are you worthy of me, Shu Jing, doing this? Why is a man who can’t even tell right from wrong worthy of my own disfigurement?
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"You are saying that I framed Shu Jing, I am Mrs. Poisonous Scorpion, and what about her? Do you think she is as beautiful as a flower and kind-hearted? Did you see her deliberately beating her and insisting that I did it?"
He was speechless and felt that his throat was sore and something was stuck. She was right, Shu Rao did fall down intentionally that day. Moreover, he had also suspected the scars on her face before. If it was true,
It was just a scratch, so how could it be so clear and obvious? However, at that time, Shu Rao cried and complained that Shu Jing forced her to marry into the palace. He liked her wholeheartedly and listened to her wholeheartedly.
But after Shu Jing said this, it seemed that the situation was reversed. She had been poisoned for two years, and now she has only half a year left to live, and she has lost her memory... However, now she is not silent or humble, and there is a womanly air in her movements.
Not only does he have a heroic appearance, he even has an arrogance that ordinary people don't have.
"Have you nothing to say?" She sneered and looked down at her right hand. There was a sticky feeling there. The white cloth had long been dyed through. The bright red liquid was now falling to the ground along the cold fingertips, blooming out.
The dark flowers are delicate and strange.
"That's it for today." She turned around again, staggered, and put her fingers together, which was really appropriate.
Yan Zixuan stared blankly at her retreating back, unable to find the strength to go up and stop her. Her back stood proudly, but there was a sense of loneliness and melancholy. If her face was really damaged with a knife, then what happened at that time?
What kind of pain should she endure? Also, she was poisoned for two years. She was only fifteen years old at that time. She had only half a year left in her prime years...
His heart ached involuntarily. He looked away from her back and landed on the dark red marks on the ground. A closer look revealed that they were a string of blood stains. His eyebrows suddenly tightened. He looked around and saw her hiding under the ground.
The hands in the sleeves were wrapped in white cloth stained with blood, and enchanting blood drops were dripping from the fingertips.
"Shu Jing, what's wrong with your hand?" He hurriedly went up, stopped her, took her hand and checked it.
"let me go."
"Let me help you take a look." He ordered, while holding her wrist, he carefully untied it. The moment the snow cloth was removed, Yan Zixuan froze in place.
There was a fresh wound in the blood-red palm, just across four fingers. The wound was so deep that it almost cut the bone. If she applied more force, her finger would probably have been broken. The delicate flesh was opening outwards, and there was still some condensation.
It seemed that the blood clot had healed slightly and then opened again.
He was suddenly shocked. He should have pinched it open just now. Even though the wound was split like this, she didn't even make a sound and pretended to be strong. But because of this, it made her feel even more distressed.
"How could it be so injured? Who is it? What did you do?" he asked excitedly.
"You don't have to worry about it."
"what happened?"
"I just met some hooligans on the way back to Shufu."
"They did it?" He believed it.
"Your Majesty, I am a poisonous-hearted woman who doesn't need your concern." She pulled him away fiercely and covered the wound.
"Let me see it."
"Don't. Don't dirty your eyes."
"Shu Jing..." he scolded harshly. What a stubborn woman.
"Let go, this girl doesn't need your sympathy and concern."
The two got entangled, he pulled and she pushed away.
"Your Majesty..." A delicate voice came from the door.
"Jiao'er, why are you here? Didn't I order no one to come over?" He still grabbed her hand.
"Your Majesty, something happened to Sister Yan'er?" Jiao'er's eyes fell on the hands of the two of them.
"Yan'er? What's wrong with her?"
"My sister fainted from the pain. My lord, please go over and take a look."
"Your Majesty, your concubine is waiting for you." Mulian pulled him away again, wrapped her palms with her sleeves, and stepped out, but she vaguely caught Jiao'er's hateful eyes.
Back at the side courtyard, Xiang Ming was impatient. She hugged Mulian and started crying, "Miss, the prince didn't make things difficult for you, right?"
"It's okay. Everything is okay. Come on, Xiangming, help me bandage my wound."
"Is the prince injured?" Tears welling up in Xiangming's eyes fell again.
"Worrying you! No, I did it myself. Please help me prepare water later, I'm so sleepy. But who are those two people from Xiangming? Why do you say they are my mother?"
"Ah, Miss. You have forgotten so completely. Maybe you have even forgotten the lip reading. The slave is talking about wet nurse, Butler Li."
"Nanny? This...how do I know lip reading?" She couldn't help but smile bitterly.
After Xiang Ming rested, Mulian took a bath and fell into a deep sleep. In her sleep, it seemed as if someone was whispering her name in her ear, and it seemed as if a pair of jade hands were caressing her gently like goose feathers.
cheek.
"Madam, madam..."
The voice seemed to come from the horizon, soft and misty, and fell into the heart. It was warm, slightly itchy, and a little sweet. But why did you call her Madam? This voice didn't sound like Yan Zixuan.
"Madam... Madam." The man's hand touched her cheek, gently pushed aside her hair, and fell on her scar, stroking it carefully.
"Madam, madam..."
The voice was soft and melodious, as if calling her, but also like mumbling to herself.
Mulian was so awakened by the voice that she raised her heavy eyelids and saw that the room was bright, with silvery moonlight pouring down, shining on every corner of the room and on the figure beside the bed.
"Who?" Mulian sat up in a hurry and asked in a low voice. At that moment, the fragrance rushed to her nose, and the fragrance lingered, making her unable to see the face in front of her.
The figure was startled for a moment, as if he didn't expect to wake up, and then he said softly, "Don't be afraid, it's me." He reached out and grabbed Mulian's hand, pulling her tightly into his palm.
ps: Very sad for Shu Jing!
Shu Jing, I'm sorry, someone is the stepmother.
It doesn't work anymore, someone is going to die in the world.
Someone is a particularly poor student (especially sleepy)