Mrs. Pinqiao

Chapter 110
Tan Su felt that she was carried to the bed, someone changed her into clean clothes, and someone was talking outside the window.

"...Forgive me, Master Xiang. Things happened too fast, and there were too many people. The slaves didn't see anything clearly, only saw the lord fall into the water..."

"Get up." Ning Zimo said, with a chilling coldness hidden in his voice, "Anyway, it happened in front of you, and I can't absolve myself of the blame."

"Master Xiang!" Bai Ruo was trembling with fright, crying, "Master Xiang, spare your life! Master Xiang, spare your life!"

"You have been with me for so many years, it is not necessary to kill you, but I am afraid that you can't do well in serving Susu, so I will transfer you to another place..."

Xiaohuan interjected: "Master Xiang will spare the servants this time, we have stayed in Xiangfu for so many years, where can Master Xiang transfer us?"

Ning Zimo was silent for a while, "Then Bai Ruo can go to the backyard, Xiaohuan stay here."

Bai Ruo and Xiaohuan kept kowtow, "Thank you, Mr. Xiang, for your kindness."

Tan Su's clothes were changed, and she was helped to lie down. The quilt was covered tightly and meticulously. I don't know if there was a charcoal fire in the room, and even the air was scorching hot.

The people below whispered: "Sister Bai Ruo suffered so much for being so favored, how angry Xiangye must be..."

"What's more, I'm still trembling with that look in Master Xiang's eyes, it's frightening to death."

The door was opened, and Ning Zimo led the doctor in. The room suddenly became quiet, and retreated to the two sides. The doctor sat down and took Tan Su's pulse, "It's just a cold, it's nothing serious, Mr. Xiang Do not worry."

Ning Zimo didn't say a word, his eyes were as deep as the sea, he raised his arms and waved them, everyone, including Gu Yi, left the room.

The moment the door was closed, the atmosphere froze. Tan Su didn't dare to open her eyes. She didn't know what the situation was like, but felt that the surroundings were much colder, and the time seemed to be elongated in the silence.

Ning Zimo walked slowly to Takao, sat next to her, pushed aside the quilt at will, and held her cold hand, but Ning Zimo's hand was colder than hers, like a piece of black ice, emitting a chilly air.

Tan Su couldn't stop trembling, and frowned, she held his hand tightly, as if she was caught in a nightmare and couldn't extricate herself, "Xiaobao...Xiaobao..."

Silently, he stretched out his hand to gently rub the center of her brows to calm her emotions, then buried her neck and whispered softly, "Susu, don't let me down..."

Tan Su's eyelashes trembled slightly, and even his heart tightened. Ning Zimo just held her hand like this, sat down and watched over her all night long.

Before deciding to do this, Tan Su understood that there is no absolutely perfect plan, or even the most perfect plan, it will not work for Ning Zimo. He has been struggling for so many years, and he is more sensitive than anyone else. , Occasionally too many, it will definitely arouse his suspicion.

He didn't suspect her, he just didn't want to pursue it.

Tan Su woke up drowsily. Ning Zimo had already gone to the palace. He was busy arranging duties these days and didn't spend much time in the mansion. The new maid named Xiaoqiu was arranged by He Xu. She looked very timid, wondering if someone had said something to her, every time she talked to Tan Su, she didn't dare to raise her head, timidly.

The doctor only prescribed her a decoction to dispel the cold, and after drinking two pastes, most of the pain was already cured, but Tan Su knew that the disease could not be cured too quickly, and only when the disease lasted long enough could the matter truly subside.

Xiaoqiu lowered the curtain, lit the incense burner, blew out the candles and quietly retreated.

Tan Su, who had already fallen asleep, got up again, walked to the table with bare feet, touched the vase on the cabinet, the water in it was filled by Xiaoqiu, she picked it up and poured it from the top of her head, watering her whole body Drenched, leaving half the bottle back in its original place.

Spring has just come, and the clothes have not faded much. The cold water sticks to her body as soon as it is poured. It is bitingly cold. She opens the most remote window to let the cold wind blow in. There is a garden outside, and occasionally a servant passes by with a lamp. Never noticed it either.

As soon as the cold wind came in, it became even colder. After blowing it for a while, she couldn't bear it, and coughed lowly. When her hair was half dry and half cold, her forehead became hot, and she couldn't stop shaking. She gritted her teeth and held on. In the middle of the night, I returned to bed wrapped in wet clothes.

This sleep was extremely restless, and after a night of nightmares, she almost collapsed. When her mother died, she was only five years old. Man is the person mother loves the most and the father she admires the most.

After that day, everything changed, the attachment was gone, the admiration was gone, the mother was buried, the father became insane, women's things were not allowed in the house, she was forced to dress up as a man, to go to school, to pass the exam. Fame, it seems that in his subconscious mind, he wants to forget his mother and her.

And the process of forgetting is more painful one by one.

Tan Su lingers in the past, unable to wake up, she can clearly see the things she deliberately forgot, even the details are so clear that the dress is hidden under the bed, the mirror is buckled on the table when it is used up, and the rouge, rouge……

The moment she regained her daughter's body, she finally removed the big stone that weighed on her heart, and finally drove her father to a dead end.

"Time is also fate."

Three feet of silk, hanging on the top of the head.

When mother died, it was father who bore all the sins, so when father died, these sins were on her heart.

It was as if she had fallen into the stove, and she was uncomfortably hot. She struggled desperately to get out of this predicament. It seemed that someone was against her and insisted on pressing her down and wrapping her tightly.

"Susu, don't move."

That voice tickled her heart, like a seed fell in her heart and sprouted, the kind of vigorous spring flowers blooming.

This feeling reminded her of when she was 12 years old, when she saw Li Jue for the first time, there was something sprouting in her head, itching, her chest was "thumping", and she couldn't stop.

"You kid, didn't you sneak out of the private school to listen to the book?" He smiled sweetly, and brought out the jade pendant from his arms, with the word "Jue" engraved on it, four-clawed dragon.

The young Pianpian of the past has become King Jing, who is cautious in his words and deeds. His delicate bones are gradually becoming more angular, mature and stable. He holds a brush in his hand and lowers his eyebrows.

Then his eyes became sharp again, and he looked at her indifferently, "What are you doing here?"

Tan Su's heart was tightened suddenly, suffocating in pain, she desperately broke free from the confinement, and called out the name hidden in the deepest part of her heart, "My lord!"

She opened her dry eyes and looked at the person in front of her. Her hazy vision gradually became clear, completely outlining his facial features.

"Master, Mr. Xiang."

Ning Zimo's gaze changed a few times, and he stood up suddenly, "What did you shout just now?"

(End of this chapter)