Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

"Come here..." Sima Chun called hoarsely.

However, no one responded for a long time, and no one came in. The whole bedroom was silent, only his heavy breathing could be heard.

Sima Chun was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, but the laughter was more desolate like a sobbing in pain, and after a while, tears were streaming down his face.

Only after he fell ill did he realize that he was such a failure in life. The ministers avoided him like snakes and scorpions, and all looked at him with pity and disgust. He has never been here, and has been busy fighting for power with his grandfather and Concubine Zhang since then. Concubine Zhang and Concubine Lin have never visited him once, and the servants and maids who used to be around him don't know where they went.

These days, he faced this empty dormitory alone every day and night, enduring the torment of illness, and watched his whole body gradually rot, it seemed that even the internal organs were slowly turning into pus, until he died, just like Same with my cousin Lin Tao.

"Hehe..." Sima Chun laughed wildly, then shouted hoarsely: "Come here! I want to drink water..."

A white jade teacup depicting a flying dragon flying in the sky was handed over to Sima Chun. Sima Chun hurriedly raised his withered hand to take it and drank it in big gulps. Maybe he was too thirsty, so he drank it a little too fast, so that he choked on the water. So, Sima Chun suddenly coughed violently, and even his body couldn't stop trembling slightly.

A pure white brocade handkerchief was handed over at the right time, Sima Chun took it with the other hand: "Thank you!" Then he covered his lips, until the cough gradually stopped and he felt more comfortable, Sima Chun then raised his head .

When he saw that the person standing by the bed turned out to be Qingyun, Sima Chun was stunned for a moment, and then consternation, joy, bitterness, remorse, and panic appeared on his thin and decayed face. . . . . .All kinds of complex emotions.

The flickering candlelight fell on her body, and she seemed to be surrounded by a layer of clear and indifferent light. Her skin was as white as cream, with a soft luster like pearls, pear dimples loomed on her cheeks, her lips were untouched but full of redness, and her eyebrows Unpainted but green, the black cloak and lavender long skirt make the whole person elegant and noble, especially the greenness between the brows has faded at some point, with a maturity and tenacity that he is not familiar with, but it is more and more noticeable Forget the customs, haunt your dreams.

For a moment, Sima Chun was stunned, staring at Qing Yun without blinking, without speaking or moving for a long time.

Reaching out to take the teacup and brocade handkerchief in Sima Chun's hand and putting them on the table not far away, Qingyun walked slowly back to the stool beside the bed and sat down, looking at Sima Chun who was stunned, with a depressing voice in his cold voice With inexplicable emotions: "How do you feel?"

At the moment of rebirth, she vowed to make Sima Chun repay the blood debt double, just because he cruelly hurt her and her relatives.

But now seeing him end up in such a miserable end, she no longer has hatred in her heart, but instead feels sad and pity.

"Nine... When did you come back?" Sima Chun asked without answering, with difficulty pulling a smile from the corner of his lips, but it was uglier than crying.

Eyelashes lowered slightly, heavy shadows like the wings of a black butterfly floated on Qingyun's calm and calm cheeks: "It's been six or seven days."

"It's good to be back! It's good to be back!" Sima Chun sighed softly, looked at Mo Xuan who was sitting next to Qingyun, his cloudy eyes flashed with anticipation and excitement, he opened his mouth to say something, and finally But he pursed his lips and fell silent, and the expression in his eyes gradually dimmed until it disappeared.

Qingyun slowly turned the red jade bracelet on her wrist and said nothing, Sima Chun didn't know what to say, Mo Xuan was expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

For a moment, the atmosphere became quiet and eerie.

The candles on the table flickered in the wind, and the night wind from the open windows was chilling.

After a long time, Qingyun stood up, took a deep look at Sima Chun, and then walked away resolutely. Sima Chun's hoarse voice full of guilt suddenly came from behind: "I'm sorry!" There was a slight crack on his face, and complex emotions were in his eyes.

Staring at the clear back without blinking, Sima Chun's eyes were clouded, full of remorse and loneliness: "I'm sorry! I failed you!"

Since the onset of his illness, he has been having the same strange dream.

In the dream, Jiu'er married him as the princess after his 15th birthday. Although he didn't love Jiu'er, his childhood sweetheart made him respect Jiu'er enough, and the two respected each other as guests.

But the mother and concubine couldn't let go of the resentment towards Jiu'er's birth mother, and vowed that Jiu'er would "repay her mother's debts", so less than a month after he and Jiu'er got married, the mother and concubine thought that Jiu'er was suffering from cold poison and could not conceive an heir. Therefore, he persuaded Jiu'er to give him three concubines.

He knew that Jiu'er was in pain and suffering, and he also knew that whenever the night was quiet, Jiu'er, who stayed alone in the vacant room, would cry until dawn. Watching Jiu'er lose weight day by day.

I thought that this would slowly eliminate the resentment in Concubine Mu's heart, and make up for Jiu'er after he ascended the throne and Concubine Mu could no longer control him.

Unexpectedly, half a month later, the concubine mother and grandfather poisoned and murdered the emperor father, and supported him to ascend the throne of the Ninth Five-Year Lord, and Jiu'er became his queen.

While he was busy stabilizing the imperial power, the mother and concubine actually poisoned herself to frame Jiu'er, and ordered Yuan Yuan and Qingfeng Mingyue who were sent to Luoxia Palace to testify against Jiu'er. He knew that Jiu'er was wronged, but that At that time, the power was in the hands of the mother concubine and grandfather, so he had no choice but to put Jiu'er into the cold palace for the crime of "poisoning the queen mother". eyes.

After hearing the news, Sima Rui, Sima Qi and Sima Yue brought a group of ministers into the palace to complain for Jiu'er.

But he had already received a secret report, so he and his foreigner announced that Sima Rui and the others would be captured, and Sima Rui, Sima Qi, and Sima Yue would be dismembered and thrown into mass graves for treason, and those ministers would also behead them. To show it to the public and implicate the nine clans, thus taking the opportunity to eradicate all forces that might threaten his throne.

When he was about to make up for Jiu'er, he was shocked to hear that his concubine Yue had ordered Concubine Yue to bring the imperial guards into the cold palace. Hurrying to Lenggong, Jiu'er, covered in blood, was already surrounded by raging fire.

Looking at that scene, he felt as if a sharp dagger was piercing into his heart, and he was in so much pain that he realized that he had fallen in love with Jiu'er before he knew it, and fell in love with the gentle and understanding girl who had been with him for more than ten years. Nine children.

It's a pity that he woke up too late. His slowness and indifference contributed to Jiu'er's death, and also contributed to his remorse and pain. I wish time could go back. No matter how he objected, he would stay with Jiu'er and protect Jiu'er.

The days without Jiu'er seemed like years to him. Even the imperial power that he once dreamed of could not arouse his interest and attention.

So when he learned that Chu Yunyi personally led the army to attack his country, he not only didn't panic, but felt relieved, and when Mo Xuan appeared in front of him and tortured him in the most vicious way, he had never experienced it before. Calm, even complacent.

He knew that both Chu Yunyi and Mo Xuan loved Jiu'er deeply, but it was a pity that Jiu'er only belonged to him until his death.

Seeing life disappearing bit by bit, even though he was in severe pain all over his body, he smiled, it was a sincere smile from the heart.

He can finally go to Jiuquan to reunite with Jiu'er and his wife, and he also believes that Mo Xuan will never let his concubine mother, grandfather, and concubine Yuegui go. . . . . .

Here Sima Chun had a look of guilt and remorse, as well as deep nostalgia, but Qing Yun, who was facing away from him, had a face as cold as frost, the brows under his eyes were tinged with coldness and bloodthirsty evil spirit, and his indifferent tone revealed obvious mockery and predation.

"I'm sorry? I'm sorry, can I get my father's life back? I'm sorry, can I eliminate the prison disaster that the third brother and the others have suffered? I'm sorry, can the ministers and their families who were brutally murdered for upholding justice be killed?" And come back to life? Can an apology heal the pain in the hearts of the people who have suffered from civil strife, their families have been destroyed, and their wives and children have been separated? A single apology just wants to offset the heinous crimes you have committed Sin, Sima Chun, do you think it is possible?"

Qingyun's voice became higher and higher, and her emotions became more and more excited. She stood proudly with her straight back, but her deep eyes and pupils were full of bone-biting grief and anger, and her hands covered by the cloak were clenched into fists, and her palms were drawn quickly. There were bloodstains.

Mo Xuan, who was standing beside Qingyun, naturally sensed that she was full of strange emotions, and his warm and big hands naturally stretched into her cloak, gently stretched her fingers one by one, and then held her hand, the white fingertips were soft Rubbing her palm, silently comforting and supporting her.

Looking sideways at Mo Xuan, Mo Xuan's expression was calm, and there was an indelible tenderness in his pitch-black eyes, Qing Yun's emotions gradually calmed down, the corners of his lips raised a small arc, his heart was like a breeze, warm and peaceful.

"Jiu'er...I..."

Hearing Qingyun's sharp questions and ridicules one after another, Sima Chun was speechless. After all, what Jiu'er said was the truth. Whether it was him, his mother, concubine and grandfather, they had all committed unforgivable sins. There was a look of deep pain and regret on his face.

"Up to now, all the traitors who have harmed the country and the people have to die, so that they can comfort the souls of those who died in vain, and heal the hearts of the hurting people!" Qingyun said in a loud voice: "I swear: Let those traitors pay with their blood! Including you, Sima Chun!"

After finishing speaking, He Moxuan left Qinzheng Hall resolutely.

It seemed that there was still that person's unique fragrance in the air, Sima Chun smiled, but tears streamed down his face.