Yuchi Weiran, the handsome, gentle and elegant richest man in Beijing, once promised her to hold his son's hand and grow old with him, but in the end, he pushed her to someone else.
Yin Ziheng, that loyal, courageous, mighty general, even though they were in love, they couldn't withstand the trick of fate. A fake death abruptly severed the red thread and fate between them.
Xuanyuan Mingzhao was handsome, indifferent, calm and resolute. He promised to protect her and the child in her belly Wuyou, but in the end, he broke his promise and allowed Xuanyuan Mingfeng to bully her.
Xuanyuan Mingfeng, with unparalleled beauty, looks innocent and harmless like a child, but in reality, he is extremely evil and sycophantic, humiliating and toying with her when she doesn't know it...
And later, Lu Zicong pushed himself to Lu Jiu in order to be a good uncle...
The scenes that came to mind were so incredible.
When she met Lu Zicong for the first time in Xuanyuan Mingzhao's courtyard, she never imagined that she and Lu Zicong would have such entanglements later.
There are only a handful of memories and truths out there that are beautiful, and most of them are unbearable and painful.
Make her terrified!
Is that really her?
Is it really her who is dealing with those men, unable to struggle, and whose fate is always decided casually?
How could that happen?
There are too many memories and too many 'surprises', which are simply unbearable.
Her hands were dug tightly into the recliner, and her fingertips turned white.
If her memory had been restored earlier, she might have collapsed.
However, now, in her heart, there is a secret hope that she can stay in the modern age forever and never return to the ancient times... That weak hope actually gave her a little more courage, and it made her not be swarmed by those swarming people at this moment.
Overwhelmed by painful memories.
People's endurance is limited. If she hadn't been comforted and cared for by her parents in modern times, now, just in ancient times, she would have had nothing to live for...
Knowing those memories, it's a little hard to accept. What's more, it's the reluctance in my heart.
If one day, she is free from worries in both worlds, he must try his best to get back his dignity from these people one by one, so that they can no longer ignore her wishes and just follow her wishes.
Control her destiny casually.
At this time, Sikong Qingying was lying on the recliner, his body panting violently, and there were large beads of sweat on his forehead.
After taking out the golden needles, Yi Haomiao untied her acupuncture points, picked her up, and turned her over. He was shocked when he saw the water stains on her face. He didn't know whether it was sweat or tears:
"Little guy, what are you doing?"
Sikong Qingying reached out and covered her face with her hands and loose robe:
"Master Yi, please leave me alone for a while, okay?"
An evil smile appeared on Yi Haomiao's handsome and charming face. He, Yi Haomiao, was not the kind of person who would just follow other people's orders.
With a wave of his sleeves, he squeezed onto the recliner and, regardless of Sikong Qingying's objections, reached out to hug her into his arms and clasped her waist.
"Haha, little guy, this is my place."
Sikong Qingying sighed.
Closing her eyes, in her heart, she was obviously not very familiar with Yi Haomiao, but she couldn't resist Yi Haomiao's embrace.
Is it really because Yi Haomiao has taken care of her body for too long, and this body has become completely familiar with Yi Haomiao's arms?
Regardless of whether she was familiar with it or not, at this moment, she also felt that Yi Haomiao's chest was very reassuring.
It had a very good soothing effect on her when she was frightened, confused and uneasy about the memories in her mind.
Her breathing slowly calmed down, but she suddenly remembered something.
That incident was like a silver lightning flashing across the sky, which was thrilling.
"Young Master Yi!!!"
Sikong Qingying didn't care that her body didn't have much strength. She suddenly struggled to sit up from the recliner. The sudden force was so strong that she squeezed Yi Haomiao down.
The majestic Poison King's clothes fell to the ground like that, without any image.
"..."
Yi Haomiao's handsome and demonic face was a little twisted, and he almost gritted his teeth and looked at Sikong Qingying: "You..."
Sikong Qingying might as well be like this, her breathing paused, she had to suppress what she wanted to say, and said to Yi Haomiao apologetically:
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean it, I just suddenly remembered something very important... I'm sorry!!!"
That pale little face with little blood color was nervous, apologetic, and still had water marks on it. It looked embarrassed and pitiful.
Yi Haomiao was originally angry from embarrassment, but when he saw Sikong Qingying's face, he sighed quietly, and without realizing it, all the restlessness and anger in his heart were gone.
He said helplessly: "What's so urgent?"
Yi Haomiao's question made Sikong Qingying's eyes light up.
"Master Yi, please help me, please help me..."
Yi Haomiao stood up from the ground, reached out to brush off the dust on his body, and straightened his clothes: "I am just a 'Yi Gongzi' you are not familiar with, why should I help you? Humph."
The word 'Master Yi' in his words was particularly pronounced, and he even snorted at the end to show that he was dissatisfied with the title Sikong Qingying.
"Hao...Brother Haomiao..." She was not very familiar with this title, so she forgot it for a moment and called him Mr. Yi out of habit.
However, she really needs Yi Haomiao's help now, so she must be friendly.
"That's pretty much it. Tell me, what do you need my help for?"
Sikong Qingying clenched her fists under her sleeves:
"Children...Brother Haomiao, can you help me find out the whereabouts of the Imperial Concubine and her children...especially her children..."
That night at Jingyin Temple, the two children in her body, who were just over seven months old, were implicated in premature birth because of her haste, her impulsiveness, and her temporary emotions...
How are they?
Will something happen to them because of her involvement?
She was so looking forward to the birth of two little lives, but in the end, she hurt them herself.
This made her feel like a knife was twisting her heart, which made her feel even worse than the harm done to her by Xuanyuan Mingzhao and Lu Zicong.
Deep feelings of self-blame and guilt surged in my heart.
If her current physical condition did not allow it, she would have wanted to go find those two children immediately.
"What does the imperial concubine's child have to do with you?"
Yi Haomiao looked at Sikong Qingying suspiciously. When he saw the complex, guilty and extremely sad expression on Sikong Qingying's face, he frowned and sat next to Sikong Qingying.
"Okay, okay, I'll find someone to help you find out. Don't look like the sky is falling. Even if it does collapse, it will only be supported by a tall man like me, so it won't be your turn."
Yi Haomiao's words seemed like redemption. Sikong Qingying suddenly grabbed his sleeve: "Are you really going to send someone to help me find out?"
Yi Haomiao snorted: "What I say is always true."
Otherwise, he would not have persisted in hunting down Lu Zicong for so many years.
"Thank you! Brother Haomiao, thank you very much!"
In the past, she really judged a gentleman with a villain's heart. She always thought about Yi Haomiao and was moody, not like a good person.
But I didn't expect that in the end, this person who didn't look like a good person would take care of her when she was always unconscious. This person who didn't look like a good person would still be willing to help her at this time.
However, Yi Haomiao didn't like her thank you.
"This is what I am willing to do. Why do you want to thank me? Do you think your calling me brother is in vain?"
Yi Haomiao's words moved Sikong Qingying's heart, and a weak smile appeared on her slightly embarrassed face.
"Well, I..."
Before she could finish her words, a wave of dizziness came over her mind and she lost consciousness again.
Yi Haomiao waited for her to speak, but after waiting for a long time, he looked back and saw that Sikong Qingying had fainted.
The arrogance on Yi Haomiao's handsome and charming face faded away. He frowned, with deep worry in his eyes, and reached out to touch Sikong Qingying's pale and bloodless cheek.
At this time, Sikong Qingying seemed to be completely unaware of the outside world except for breathing.
"Why...is it always like this?"
Fainted without warning, woke up without warning.
Yi Haomiao searched through medical books and could not find a similar situation.
I thought that if Sikong Qingying did this a lot, he would get used to it, but the reality was just the opposite.
Not only did he not adapt to Sikong Qingying's sudden awakening and fainting, but he disliked seeing such a situation more and more.
This created a kind of fear in his heart, a silent fear.
He was so scared that one day, after Sikong Qingying suddenly fainted, he would never wake up again.
As soon as he imagined that kind of scene, he found it difficult to accept it.
Afraid of losing, extremely afraid of losing.
Inner demons have slowly emerged unknowingly.
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Si Kongqing suddenly sat up from the bed as if he had a nightmare.
Her short hair, which had just been trimmed in Qianlu time, was soaked with sweat. She was panting heavily. The memory she had just recovered in ancient times was indeed like a nightmare to her.
She turned on the bedside table lamp, and the dark light enveloped the entire room, which relieved her tense heart a little.
What he saw in front of him was his bedroom in the 21st century. It was no longer the ancient time, and there was no Yi Haomiao around him.
Her head still ached, and her eyes were a little dazed and dull.
Those incredible memories...
Those incredible things...
In the past, it was the life decision of parents and Lu Zicong.
Now, in ancient times, another weight has been added - her child, if she stays in modern times, won't she never have the chance to see her child again?
My head hurts more and more.
She has endured so much in her heart. Her parents are obviously by her side, but she cannot tell anyone about her worries.
Only she can digest it slowly and then make a decision.
Wearing a thin nightgown, she sat up from the bed and stared blankly.
After being in a vegetative state for more than a year, my body is obviously not as healthy as before.
A low-grade fever broke out the next day.
Not wanting to worry her family, she braced herself and went to work at the publishing house again.
After a day's get off work, I felt a little better. Just after I got off work in the afternoon, my phone rang.