leisurely wife

Chapter 131 Unlocking the Bell (3)
Ever since Qi Zhuohua left the palace, his heart was not at peace. After barely closing his eyes, it seemed that in his dream he was the young lady of the Meng Mansion, who was dignified and generous but desolate in her heart. Thinking of the love between Du Yingran and General Mo, I praised Du Yingran's rejuvenation and the benevolence of the doctors.She was smiling, and when she looked back, she could always see others looking at her with pity.Such pitiful eyes made her feel sad. Her husband and son-in-law are outstanding and famous, but he is a well-known infatuated child, and her favorite cousin went to Liu's family that early.She armed her scarred heart with virtuousness and dignity.

After a while, the dream changed again, and became Du Yingran who was dancing on drums today, and there were still whispers in his ears, saying that the program he carefully prepared was vulnerable to Du Yingran and the three princesses, and everyone criticized him There is also the admiration for Du Yingran, which is her nightmare in this life.

Qi Zhuohua furrowed her brows tightly, sweat dripping from her forehead, her hands clutched the brocade quilt in full bloom, her feet stomped on the bed board and made a heavy sound, this kind of movement woke up the night guard maid, Putting on his coat, he hurried over, saw Qi Zhuohua's appearance and knew that he was being haunted by a nightmare, so he quickly called softly, "Miss, miss."

When Qi Zhuohua woke up from the shaking, she was drenched in sweat. In her previous life, everyone laughed at her. The nightmare-like past entangled her, and everyone whispered tonight. She clutched her chest with one hand and opened her mouth. Made an unconscious groan.The nightmare of the past life is intertwined with the nightmare of the present life.

The servant girl was taken aback by Qi Zhuohua's appearance. Seeing her in pain, with big drops of sweat on her forehead, she was startled while clutching her chest, and went to find her madam in a panic.

When Qi Zhuohua woke up, she was falling into a warm and fragrant embrace. Her mother, Mrs. Zhou, was still full of black hair, and she was not old from the previous generation. Her eyes were completely devoted to herself. "Chest pain?" There was concern in his eyes.

"It's just a nightmare." Qi Zhuohua's voice was a little hoarse, "It's okay, mother."

Nightmare?Thinking of participating in the Longevity Festival today, and thinking of her daughter coming back in a daze, and waving her hand to make the others retreat, Mrs. Zhou said softly, "What happened? I remember that you put a lot of thought into the birthday celebration program, But what's wrong?" He handed Qi Zhuohua the warm water prepared aside to moisten his throat, while he wiped the sweat from his daughter's forehead with a handkerchief.

Thinking of Du Yingran's dance today, Qi Zhuohua turned paler, forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, it can be said to be better than the usual dance."

"If it's true, you won't be like this anymore. Silly girl, what can't you say to your mother?" Because the hair on her cheeks was wet with the sweat at night, Zhou stroked her daughter's long hair . "I'm not very interested in seeing you at night."

Listening to Zhou's soft voice, Qi Zhuohua suddenly had a desire to tell everything, tears fell down, bit his lower lip, and opened his mouth.

(End of this chapter)