The rebirth of the first daughter and the scumbag

Chapter 142 Sisters Love (Part [-])
"What is she here for?" Zhuang Jingyi froze for a moment, then looked up at Mother Wei, with doubts flashing in her eyes.

Mother Wei shook her head lightly, then turned to look at Qiuxiang: "Did the third girl come alone, or with the third wife?"

"The third girl came here alone, dressed in plain clothes, pitiful, with that look, even if I am dead, I would not be so pitiful." Qiuxiang curled her lips, and the contempt on Zhuang Jingshu's face, if it wasn't for Zhuang Jingshu's original design How could my girl suffer such a crime, how could uncle Yongyi's mansion and Jing'anhou's mansion become what they are today, the culprit of all this is this third girl, Zhuang Jingshu!

A look of doubt flashed in Zhuang Jingyi's eyes: "Let her in." Plain clothes?What does she want to do?
"Girl!" Qiuxiang shouted softly, "When you see what she is doing, tell her that she is unwell, and send her back. That's the way to be serious. You don't have to let her come here to make the girl angry, but hurt her body instead."

Zhuang Jingyi smiled and said: "If I avoid her with her personality, she will definitely come here every day. Even if you are not annoyed to death, I will be tossed to death. Why don't you just let her in, tell her the truth, and let her If you die, you'll be fine."

"Give up?" Qiuxiang looked at Zhuang Jingyi in surprise, "Could it be that she hasn't given up yet and wants to go to Jing'an Hou Mansion to be her aunt?"

"Being an aunt?" Zhuang Jingyi smiled, "I'm afraid she doesn't just want to be an aunt, she has always been a person who has no profit, and tried her best to climb up."

"Could it be that she still wants to be a regular wife?" Qiuxiang's eyes widened suddenly, "Girl, she, can't she? This is just a fantasy!"

"No? Why not? Now Xiao Yixuan and I are incompatible, so she is the only one left who can mend the rift between Yongyi's residence and Jing'anhou's residence. How could she not take advantage of it?" Zhuang Jingyi said with disdain on her face.

"..." Qiuxiang looked at Zhuang Jingyi in disbelief, "Fix the rift? Why do you want to mend the rift? Things have turned out like this, can they be mended? I don't know what the three girls are thinking!"

"Because she doesn't believe that Uncle Yongyi's mansion will really fall out with Marquis Jing'an, because there is Concubine Shu and Fourth Master in Jing'an Marquis' mansion. Besides, the fourth master's appearance in Bailu City this time must not be here. Playing." Zhuang Jingyi said softly, "Maybe she thinks that Uncle Yongyi's mansion is at a critical moment, and only by her presence can Uncle Yongyi's mansion survive this disaster safely!"

"Could it be that she thinks that Fourth Master came to clean up Uncle Yongyi's mansion, that's why she..." Wei's mother frowned suddenly, "Why does she think so?"

"It's just taken for granted, just like when she tossed me down from the rockery, she took it for granted that I would die, and then she would be able to marry Yi Yi into Jing'an and be her young mistress..." Zhuang Jingyi suddenly felt a surge in her heart. A sense of helplessness, there is such a kind of person in this world who has been living in self-centeredness, always thinking that his own thinking is the most correct, and then using the excuse of saving the world to seek the greatest benefit for himself.

"..." Qiuxiang and Wei's mother suddenly stopped talking. They really felt helpless to such a strange person like the third girl, such a thick-skinned person who didn't even know what shame was.

"Second sister..." Zhuang Jingshu's soft voice came from outside the door, "I, I want to come in and see you..."

"Qiuxiang, let her come in." Zhuang Jingyi closed her eyes slightly, "I'm very weak, please ask her to speak softly."

Qiuxiang's eyes lit up, she smiled and said, "Yes." She responded, turned around and left.

Mother Wei glanced at Zhuang Jingyi, took a step forward, and picked up the pills on the table: "Girl, it's time for you to take your medicine."

"That Shi Qingzhi definitely has a grudge against me!" Zhuang Jingyi frowned, staring at the medicine bowl in Mother Wei's hand, "Otherwise, how could this medicine be so bitter!"

In her previous life, she drank a lot of traditional Chinese medicine, whether it was a famous doctor or a quack doctor, but she never drank a medicine as bitter as it is now. Every time after drinking the medicine, the bitter taste lingered in her mouth all day and all night I can't let go, even dreaming is bitter haha!

"The good medicine tastes bad and is good for the disease. The girl still drinks it raw. She is talking nonsense. I let Mr. Shi hear that I want it tomorrow. I'm afraid it will be boiled directly with yellow lotus!" Mother Wei scooped up a tablespoon and brought it to Zhuang Jingyi's mouth.

"Mom, let me drink it by myself. This small sip is like a sporadic suffering. It's better to kill me with a knife. It's clean and neat. As I said, I stretched out my hand and took the medicine bowl in Wei's mother's hand. He grabbed it, raised his neck, and poured it into his mouth. Because he drank too much, he suddenly coughed, pulled the wound on his chest, and cold sweat suddenly crawled up his forehead.

When Zhuang Jingshu came in, this was what she saw. Zhuang Jingyi was lying on the bed, coughing out of breath, her face was flushed sickly, and she seemed to be unable to breathe at any time.

Zhuang Jingshu was overjoyed suddenly, it seemed that Qiuxiang did not lie to me just now, this Zhuang Jingyi was really hurt badly, if something was wrong, it would definitely be...

"Second sister, you, what's wrong with you?" Zhuang Jingshu stood blankly in the middle of the room, suddenly her eyes turned red, she yelled sadly, staggered a few steps, then fell down in front of the bed, stretched out her hand Zhuang Jingyi's hand hanging by the bed, "You, don't scare me!"

"..." A black line suddenly climbed into Zhuang Jingyi's mind, "What is she planning to do?"

"Second Sister..." Tears gushed out from Zhuang Jingshu's eyes, soon soaked the bed sheet, and slipped onto Zhuang Jingyi's hands. The cold wetness made Zhuang Jingyi very uncomfortable.

"Second sister, you must have nothing to do!" Zhuang Jingshu looked at Zhuang Jingyi with teary eyes, with deep affection, as if she was really a fellow sister, and she felt the same way, "If the sister who can be changed gets better, I, I would rather be short. Ten years of life!"

"..." Zhuang Jingyi's head is full of black lines now, can I stop being so bloody? !
"Second Sister, I inquired about an ancient prescription, saying that as long as the flesh and blood of your loved ones are used as a medicine, even the most seriously ill people can survive." Zhuang Jingshu pulled Zhuang Jingyi's hand vigorously, and wrapped it Tightly, in pain, Zhuang Jingyi frowned suddenly. It looked like this hand would definitely be bruised tomorrow, and I don't know if Shi Qingzhi, a pervert, has any plaster to reduce swelling...

Just when Zhuang Jingyi was thinking wildly, Zhuang Jingshu suddenly let go of Zhuang Jingyi, stood up suddenly, looked around, and walked quickly towards the sewing basket on the cabinet.

Everyone in the room was stunned, what is she going to do? !

Zhuang Jingyi suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and Zhuang Jingshu's words just now rang in her ears, and she suddenly shouted: "Stop her!" She even forgot how she was dying just now.

When Wei's mother came to her senses, Zhuang Jingshu had already got the sewing basket and scissors.

"You, what do you want to do?" Qiuxiang looked at Zhuang Jingshu nervously, and slowly moved towards Zhuang Jingyi, blocking the middle of the two of them, "Third girl, if you have something to say, talk it out, my girl is waiting for you." You are not thin..."

"No, it's not." Seeing that the people in the room misunderstood, Zhuang Jingshu's face became more and more sad, "Don't worry, I won't hurt my sister, I, I look at my sister's behavior, I, my heart hurts like something Yes, these days after I came back, I haven't slept well."

"..." I couldn't figure out what Zhuang Jingshu wanted to say, but no one in the room made a sound.

"Every time I think about my sister's injury, I wish I could get hurt." Tears rolled down from Zhuang Jingshu's eyes again, "Sister, don't worry, I'll cut your flesh for you as medicine, and you will be fine." Get up!" Zhuang Jingshu said, suddenly raised the scissors, and stabbed towards her arm.

"Ah, no!" Wei's mother screamed, rushed over, and grabbed Zhuang Jingshu's wrist, but the scissors still cut a layer of skin, and blood burst out immediately. It's hideous!

"Mom, mom, don't stop me!" Zhuang Jingshu struggled vigorously, and the scissors, shining coldly, came and went between the two of them. Looking at Zhuang Jingyi's heart, she suddenly hung up, fearing that someone would be careless. , who was hurt in the end.

"Qiuxiang, stop the two of them." Zhuang Jingyi is having a headache. Looking at the lingering Zhuang Jingshu, there is a flash of admiration in her eyes. She can even think of such a bloody plot. Could it be that this Zhuang Jingshu also traveled through time? , I have watched too many ancient dramas, so I came up with such a search to deceive the ancients? !

(End of this chapter)