Reborn from the ashes: Deadly Concubine

Chapter 75 Stubborn and Misunderstood: Ganquan

In the dream, it was still the daughter who looked very much like her father, with her long black hair braided behind her back, wearing her favorite light yellow dress, standing among the flowers and laughing at her.Beside her stood a boy, her son who died just after birth, carved out of the same mold as his mother, holding his sister's hand and laughing too.

The son who resembled her very much and the daughter who resembled him very much, soon became him and her, like the most beautiful fairy tale in the world, happy forever.

Zhuo Zhuo opened his eyes, a tear fell from the corner of his eye, she wiped it away, and the cloak on her body also fell off immediately.

Know about Han Ying?Zhuo Zhuo hurriedly sat up straight, holding the cloak tightly with his little hands.But this cloak is not black, it is an ordinary cyan cloak.

Who covered her with a cloak?

Zhuo Zhuo looked at the cloak in his hand and couldn't help but smile wryly, why was he the first reaction?
Looking up at the moon, the moon is in the sky.

"you're awake?"

Zhuo Zhuo looked away and saw Ling Zimo standing by the bridge: "General Ling?"

"Well, it's cold, go back to sleep."

Zhuo Zhuo paused for a moment, and couldn't help smiling bitterly: "It's just that I don't know where to sleep, it seems that there is no room for me in this huge place."

On the way back, Ling Zimo saw clearly how Han Yingxi treated Zhuo Zhuo.Although he has no redundant expressions, his eyes are as soft as the water under the covered bridge.

"I'll take you there, I know where you live."

Zhuo Zhuo stood up, wrapped the cloak around his body, and left with Ling Zimo.Ling Zimo walked in front, and she walked behind.

The night was quiet, the breeze was blowing, the footsteps were distinct, Zhuo Zhuo's eyes also stayed on his pair of linen boots.

"Any news?"

"No."

"Call them back, they shouldn't find anything."

"Brothers insist on investigating clearly. It doesn't matter if there are few of them, just let them continue."

On the way back to the capital, her people had already gone to Yixiantian to investigate clues about her being attacked.Without warning, and inexplicably, who and why this attacker attacked her can only be found out if he is found.But the hope of finding him is so slim, because the clues are too difficult to find.

Ling Zimo took her into a green forest, where there were several stone houses, although simple, but scattered in the forest had a special flavor.

"This was originally a residence for maids, but now it's empty. The first one on the left is yours. Although the house is small, there is a forest. You can live in seclusion in the mountains and feel at ease."

Zhuo Zhuo smiled: "I was born as a slave girl, and I am content with a place to shelter from the wind and rain, not to mention that it is more free and comfortable than a palace."

Walking into the house, Ling Zimo helped her light the oil lamp on the table.The dim light dimmed the darkness, and Zhuo Zhuo saw a soup bowl on the broken wooden table.

She picked it up, and it was chicken soup, still hot.

"You haven't taken good care of your body these days, and you're skinny. Drink this bowl of soup, then cover yourself with a quilt and sleep, and you'll feel much better the next day."

Ling Zimo walked out while speaking, and when the words fell, he also walked out.

Zhuo Zhuo looked at the door with a gentle smile on his lips.Ling Zimo looks like a stone on the surface, but his heart is sweet spring.She gulped down the chicken soup, then blew out the oil lamp and lay down on the hard stone bed.

The moonlight spilled in from the door, as if covering the room with a layer of silver gauze.Tomorrow is a brand new day, she must live well!
(End of this chapter)