The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

Huo Wuyou stared blankly at the candle flame, his eyes feeling a little sore.

The battle was fierce and brought down the Huo family.

He sat in front of the graves of his parents and brother for seven days and seven nights.

People who were alive not long ago are now nothing but dirt and bones... My brother doesn't even have a body left. Perhaps his body was crushed among the 70,000 soldiers. A young general can only be buried in his clothes.

After this incident, no matter how reckless Huo Wuyou is, he should learn to stand on his own feet.

But on the surface, he was still the same as before. After inheriting the title, he was even more confused and muddle-headed than before. Many people talked about him behind his back, saying that he not only did not make any progress after his family was destroyed, but without the restraint of his parents, he became even more naughty, which was a disgrace to his ancestors.

Only by staying out of worldly affairs and not entering the court can those who harmed his parents and brothers temporarily relax their vigilance, and he will have time to take his time to act.

Sui Yunlang didn't notice the change in his expression, and continued to talk to himself: "I didn't expect that Gu Shichong's little princess is really capable."

Before he finished speaking, Huo Wuyou's eyebrows flashed, and he raised his hand and kicked.

I feel annoyed just thinking about Gu Shichong!

Sui Yunlang stood up and dodged. He slapped himself on the mouth and said, "Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore! Is it okay if I don't say it anymore?"

Seeing that Huo Wuyou didn't move his hands or feet, he finally felt for the chair and sat down.

"You're not that serious, are you?" He asked, "Do you really like Xue Zhiyi?"

Huo Wuyou just stared at him silently without saying a word, but his fingers were still gently rubbing the purse.

Catching a glimpse of his movements, Sui Yunlang asked him, "Where did you get the purse? I've been holding it all night. What's so good about such a tasteless pattern?"

Unexpectedly, Huo Wuyou raised his hand and kicked him again. This time he failed to dodge and was hit.

Sui Yunlang hissed, covering his calf, and did not forget to tease him: "I know, this is a gift from Xue Zhiyi, right?"

Huo Wuyou still didn't answer, but just looked at the purse. Although it was just the simplest longevity ball, the stitches were fine and the workmanship was neat. It was obvious that it was embroidered with great care and effort.

He just felt as if something was crawling across his heart, making it itchy. Then, a little light came into his heart, which had been filled with gloom just now.

Looking at Huo Wuyou's clinging look, Sui Yunlang laughed: "Now that you've given me the purse, what's your relationship now? Have you expressed your feelings?"

"No." Huo Wuyou said.

To be precise, he expressed his feelings, but Xue Zhiyi ignored him.

Sui Yunlang sighed, "I guess not. How can a girl send a birthday party to her lover?"

Huo Wuyou clicked his tongue and said, "What do you know? She hopes that I will live a long and healthy life. In other words, she is worried about my safety and wants me to be safe and sound."

"..."

Sui Yunlang said nothing and stood up silently.

Huo Wuyou asked him: "Where are you going?"

Then Sui Yunlang said coldly: "Find a well."

"You want to jump into the well?"

Sui Yunlang said unhappily, "Get your brain."

……

Jianzhang Palace.

Xue Zhiyi tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, so he simply got up and sat down in front of the window.

She turned out the grass ring and looked at it carefully in the moonlight.

Straw woven gadgets can be found everywhere, but the weaving technique of this straw ring is unique and different from what you see elsewhere.

So she could be sure that this ring came from the person she had met once in her previous life.

There are too many guests at the Qionglin Banquet today, and there are dozens of men of the same age.

Who is he?

In her previous life, after she hung up the sign, she was quite outstanding in Chunfeng Tower because of her good looks and the arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting that she had learned since childhood. She was also quite famous for a while and earned a lot of money for Chunfeng Tower.

As time went by, Tan Yu Niang gradually came to trust her and relaxed her guard.

In order to investigate the information she needed, she quietly left Chunfeng Tower late one night.

It snowed heavily that night, and she put on a cloak and hid in a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of Beijing to take shelter from the wind and snow.

As soon as the fire was lit, I saw a person in the dilapidated temple.

Before she could scream, the man quickly covered her mouth and nose from behind.

The ruined temple was dark and she couldn't see the man's face clearly.

At that moment, her heart was beating fast, and she could smell the strong smell of blood on that person, the wet blood almost seeping through her cloak.

"Sorry, don't make any noise..."

The man's voice seemed to be stained with blood, hoarse and weak, and there was a hint of pleading in his tone.

After making sure Xue Zhiyi didn't continue struggling, he let go.

But suddenly, the man fell to the ground unexpectedly like a kite with a broken string.

Xue Zhiyi was startled and instinctively wanted to escape.

But after thinking about it, he still squatted down and tried to see the man's face clearly.

Just then, a sound of footsteps was heard.

What followed was the clanging sound of weapons and armor colliding.

Xue Zhiyi's heart tightened. He quickly put out the fire that had just been lit, and then picked up a handful of hay to cover the man.

So when a group of people dressed as Imperial City Officials broke in, they saw only a woman huddled in the darkness, sitting on a haystack, looking at them helplessly.

Those people seemed to be arresting someone.

Xue Zhiyi felt guilty: the person being arrested might be the one behind her.

In short, it was too dark at that time, and those people only questioned for a while and did not notice the existence of that person. Xue Zhiyi made up a few sentences and barely got by.

Xue Zhiyi pulled aside the hay again and took out a tinderbox to see his face clearly.

But the man woke up at some point, and just raised his bloody hands to cover his face, weakly begging her: "Don't look..."

Xue Zhiyi understood that everyone has his own reasons. The Imperial City Division had gone to great lengths to hunt him down, so he must not want others to know who he was.

Moreover, she herself was implicated in a wrongful case and ended up in this state. Before she could be sure that the man in front of her was really guilty of a heinous crime, she did not want him to be arrested.

So she just put away the tinder quietly.

But a moment later, the man asked her again: "Can you help me?"

In the darkness, Xue Zhiyi responded: "Go ahead."

The man propped himself up and sat up and asked her, "Can you bandage the wound?"

His voice was so weak that it seemed like it would be blown away in an instant by the wind and snow outside.

"I got a cut on my back."

Seeing Xue Zhiyi silent, he said: "It's okay, the injury is a bit scary, I can do it myself, can you help me find some rags?"

But before he finished speaking, Xue Zhiyi said, "I can help you."

"what?"

Xue Zhiyi added: "I can try to bandage your wound."

She couldn't see the man's expression, but she felt that he was stunned for a moment, and then he said softly, "Thank you."

Xue Zhiyi still got angry, and the man did not stop him. He just turned his back to her so that she could see the wound on his back clearly.

The bandage cloth was torn off the lining of Xue Zhiyi's skirt. Xue Zhiyi was stunned holding the cloth. In the flickering firelight, it was the first time she saw such a horrible wound.

The wound almost spanned his back, with the skin and flesh rolled up and the bone visible. It was still bleeding. If it was not bandaged to stop the bleeding, he would probably bleed to death.

Shocked by what he saw, Xue Zhiyi quickly calmed down.

She used the sewing kit she carried with her to sew up his wound.

He said nothing and endured countless injections.

She was also worried that he would faint from the pain, so while she was stitching he spoke softly to distract himself.

By the time the wound was sewn up, it was almost dawn.

Xue Zhiyi knew that he didn't want anyone to see his face, so she let him lean against the door panel of the dilapidated temple and sat on the other side of the door panel.

They were like this, back to back, separated by a door panel.

Exhausted Xue Zhiyi wanted to lean back and rest for a while, but after the man calmed down, he began to talk to her.

He used a piece of dry grass to weave a slightly sloppy grass ring and handed it to Xue Zhiyi behind him.

He said softly: "Thank you very much. If I can return to Huajing alive, I will repay you..."

……

The dream was long, and Xue Zhiyi tried several times to see the man's face clearly in the dream.

But when I suddenly woke up, I found that I had fallen asleep by the window in the wing room of Jianzhang Palace last night.