Luan and Phoenix Tribulation: A Concubine Becomes a Phoenix

Chapter 65 The Bloody Past

Rong Guohou said: "I know you are restless, but I didn't expect you to be so mad! Heng'er is not yet ten years old, and you are so young that you are so cruel! Blame me for keeping you again and again, which led to today's disaster. I, Rong Guohou , I would rather not have a daughter like you!"

Madam grabbed Bai Ling, her courage was formidable, she raised her hand and threw Bai Ling onto the beam.She knelt down in front of Rong Guohou in humility, weeping blood: "Jin'er is so bold, it's all my mother's fault, it's my concubine who didn't teach me well... If I have to pay back, my humble life may not be enough to pay for it." The son's life is worth one life." She looked up at the ruthless Marquis Rong, and she shed tears, "Looking at the fact that I have served the Marquis for many years, after my death, can I not give up?" Make things difficult for Jin'er again..."

Marquis Rongguo kept a cold face and did not speak. His wife kept kowtowing to him, thanking the heavens: "If you don't speak, I will treat you as if you have agreed. I will definitely remember Huang Quan and repay you in my next life..."

Feng Shijin went crazy, got up desperately and wanted to walk towards her mother, but was mercilessly photographed by the servant with a board.She crawled over little by little, and comforted her: "Mother, don't do stupid things, it's no big deal, they want me to die, so I have to do things alone and make sure I can't hurt you... This has nothing to do with you at all... ..."

The mistress pointed her finger at her, trembling with anger: "Listen, she finally admitted it! Didn't she realize that one person does things and one person is responsible? It's too late!"

Madam looked back at her, smiled, and said with a look of allure in her weakness, "Jin'er, don't be sad, isn't this a kind of relief for mother?"

When Madam stretched her neck into the coiled white silk, Feng Shijin was like a falcon whose wings had been pinned down, frantically wanting to jump up, and shouted hoarsely: "No! This has nothing to do with you! It doesn't matter! Do you even think I did it, I didn't do it, I didn't do such a thing, you don't need to pay back at all!"

She will never forget her mother's desperate eyes and her determination when she kicked off the stool. Her mother didn't want her to be sad and wanted to protect her, but she was in so much pain that she was about to die, and she hated herself why she didn't just die, and she hated her too Mother, love and hate, hate everyone present: "You stupid woman, stupid woman! You can't die, you can't die, they will get their wish if you die! Come back, mother—"

No matter how hard she tried and how she struggled, the face hanging above the white silk was so far away that she could never touch it.

"Come back, mother—" Feng Shijin exclaimed, sweating profusely and opening his eyes, which were still dark and turbulent.She woke up and sat on the bed alone, her clothes were soaked in sweat, and she felt cold.The night wind came in through the gap in the window, making her hairs stand up and her bones chill.

It was late at night.She doesn't know what time it is now.

Against the pale moonlight outside the window, the room looked even darker.Feng Shijin's figure was looming, showing only an extremely pale outline.She clutched the quilt tightly with her ten fingers, her breath was short of sweat, and she stared at the dark nothingness, unable to calm down for a long time.

She hadn't had such a terrible nightmare for a long time.

Every plant and tree in the dream, every eaves and winter rain, every word and every movement seemed to be still vivid in her mind, as if it was yesterday.No matter how many springs, autumns, winters and summers have passed, it is impossible for her to forget.

Feng Shijin's head hurts, as if it is about to explode.She held her head in her hands, and the past seemed to be released from a nest of living springs, bubbling out continuously.The bloody past caused her to die of pain, how could she forget it?
After six years, she thought she had become numb inadvertently, if she hadn't seen Feng Shizhao again.The dust of memory was slowly brushed away, and even those impressions that had always been vague to her gradually became vivid and clear.

Feng Shijin began to realize that a large piece of her memory was really missing, and Feng Shizhao must have grabbed her head and bumped her violently, which seemed to knock her awake.

And the boy in white clothes... Feng Shijin suddenly had such a figure flash in her mind, she chased her shallow impression and thought about it deeply, the more she thought about it, the more painful her head became, and finally she had to bend down and hold her head and hum.

"Who is he..."

The cloth strip on his forehead fell off, Feng Shijin grabbed the cloth strip with his hand, touched his wound lightly with his fingertips, and was stunned for a moment.She was in Guozixue, who sent her back?The room was a room she was familiar with, and the bed was also the one she often lay on, with a faint medicinal fragrance lingering on the cloth strips...Master?
Feng Shijin lay back down again, covered with blue silk on the pillow, was covered in sweat and had no time to take care of it.When her head was dizzy and painful, she thought of Jun Qianji for a while, and then she was immersed in the past and couldn't extricate herself.

One night Feng Shijin slept intermittently in her dreams, tears silently flowed down the corners of her eyes and drowned in her hair, she called her mother softly, both in love and pain.She always felt that her mother was the most cowardly woman in the world, and the bravest thing she did was to leave her in front of her... Her own sister betrayed her, and the family would not tolerate her.She is truly alone in this world...

When it was almost dawn, Feng Shijin's brain was already in a mess.She vaguely felt the coolness and itchiness on her forehead, and she struggled for a while to open her thick eyelids, and saw a blue-gray sleeve robe sweeping past her eyes, and the place where her fingers touched her forehead was cool, which made her incomparably moist. comfortable.She licked her dry lips and murmured like a docile cat: "Master..."

Shang Fang paused with his hands, and helped her wrap up the wound meticulously.Then the sweet and sweet water trickled down Feng Shijin's lips. Feng Shijin seemed to be raining after a long drought, grabbing that hand to drink it to his heart's content.

She opened her eyes wide and saw Jun Qianji's face clearly, but finally couldn't bear the surging exhaustion, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Except when Feng Shijin felt Jun Qianji's presence when she was half asleep and half awake, she couldn't see Jun Qianji's people when she was awake.She felt that Master must still be angry with her.But the master is the master, and it is impossible to leave her alone. It must be very hard to take care of her while being angry with her.Every time Hou Jun Qianji came, she pretended to be unconscious, but she was actually conscious, and she could feel Jun Qianji's care and tenderness towards her.

After Jun Qianji changed her medicine, she sat quietly by the bed for a while.That indifferent gaze fell on Feng Shijin's pale face, neither sad nor happy.

The morning light was bright, and a few rays of light illuminated the white silk gauze on the window opening.After a while, he stretched out his long fingers to the side of her cheek, slightly brushing away two strands of black hair blocking her face, revealing a face like a freshly peeled egg, only revealing Morbid beauty.

(End of this chapter)