The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

There was a slight glimmer in Huo Wuyou's eyes, and those auspicious phoenix eyes were filled with infinite hope.

"Zhiyi, I've been waiting for this sentence for a long time." He actually smiled slowly: "Finally, I've waited for the day when you fall in love with me. Did you deliberately scare me because you saw that I was about to die?"

Hearing this, Xue Zhiyi felt more and more guilty. If he hadn't always acted so openly as if he was ready to give up his love for her at any time, he wouldn't have been repeatedly asking her for the answer to this question.

She used to think that she was after the help Huo Wuyou could bring to her, his appearance, his infinite preference and tolerance when they were together, or even just the pure and ardent love of a young man... Until now, when she had to watch him leave, Xue Zhiyi felt that all these things, which seemed to be replaceable by others, made Huo Wuyou irreplaceable to her.

She held Huo Wuyou's hand that was stroking her hair, and let her face lean against his palm: "It's true, I really love you."

Hearing this, Huo Wuyou smiled slowly: "It sounds good, I want to listen to it again."

Xue Zhiyi's voice choked with sobs: "I've fallen in love with Huo Wuyou."

A tear fell from the corner of his eye: "Who?"

Xue Zhiyi's tears fell on his own, but she kept repeating: "I, Xue Zhiyi, fell in love with Huo Wuyou, and wanted to marry him, stay with him forever, and never leave him..."

But they have only been together for half a month... Why did she have to wait until this moment for her to understand his feelings? She should have said these words long ago...

She had clearly changed the fate of so many people in her life, including the empress dowager, the princess, Shen Qingtang, Qiuyun Suyue, and even Jiang Xu. So many people survived, so why couldn't she change the inevitable death of Huo Wuyou?

Looking into each other's eyes, Huo Wuyou smiled with tears in his eyes: "You want to marry me?"

Xue Zhiyi nodded seriously: "I regret what I said that day."

Huo Wuyou chuckled and rubbed her wet face: "Zhiyi, you will make me regret it for the rest of my life."

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

When he opened his eyes again, he seemed to have made a decision and tried to prop himself up and sit up.

"what you do?!"

Huo Wuyou gritted his teeth, endured the pain and propped himself up: "Zhiyi, ask Sui Yunlang to come back and tell him... I won't die, I want to live!"

……

"What did you say?!" Sui Yunlang seemed not to hear clearly what he said.

Huo Wuyou was clearly in so much pain that his breath was trembling, but he still said firmly: "I want to live. You have a way. Use that method. You have succeeded before."

"But you clearly know..."

"Hey, hey, hey!" He stopped Sui Yunlang from continuing: "Stop talking nonsense, we are anxious to get married."

Sui Yunlang looked at him incomprehensibly: "What kind of marriage? Are you crazy?"

"Huo Wuyou." Xue Zhiyi asked unexpectedly, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Huo Wuyou smiled guiltily: "No."

She looked at Sui Yunlang. Sui Yunlang had long wanted someone to take care of Huo Wuyou, and he didn't want to hide it, but Huo Wuyou quickly stopped her: "Don't say it..."

He couldn't even get out of bed at the moment. Sui Yunlang ignored him and said to Xue Zhiyi: "The method he said is to fight poison with poison."

Xue Zhiyi was startled: "What do you mean..."

"Sui Yunlang, you still have to say that! Even if I die, I will report you to my elder brother in the underworld!"

Huo Wuyou wanted to stop him, but Sui Yunlang didn't even look at him. He just said, "In the process of fighting poison with poison, your body will feel like it's being bitten by insects and ants. Your whole body will experience the pain of broken bones and tendons, which is even more painful than being tortured to death. He will be unconscious during the whole process. If he can't make it through any day within seven days, he may die... In other words, once this detoxification process begins, you will only have half a month left. Either you survive, or... this moment is Huo Wuyou's last sight in the world! But I only have a 10% chance, and this 10% chance is just luck among luck."

Xue Zhiyi was angry for no reason... He didn't even give her half a month, and was planning to die like this, and in such a painful way, how could she accept this? !

But as Huo Wuyou coughed rapidly, her heart suddenly softened again, and she sat on the bed and supported him.

But Huo Wuyou just stared at her, every look in his eyes was full of attachment that could not be let go: "Zhiyi, listen to me... I can't let you go, so let me try."

Xue Zhiyi was already crying and couldn't speak, just shaking his head.

In the past, he only thought that she was mature and didn't look like a little girl at all. Now that he was dying, he finally saw her like this. It turned out that she also had times when she was helpless.

"No matter what the result is, don't feel guilty about me. It was my own choice and I did it willingly."

He raised his hand: "Come."

Xue Zhiyi leaned closer to him, and Huo Wuyou just wiped her tears and tucked her hair behind her ears until his fingers rested on the back of her neck.

"Zhiyi, I don't regret it."

Before he finished speaking, he exerted a little force with his hand and Xue Zhiyi felt dizzy for a moment.

"you……"

Caught off guard, her consciousness became blurred, her body went limp, and she fell asleep on the edge of the bed.

Sui Yunlang hadn't expected him to do this: "Do you really want to take this risk?"

Looking at Xue Zhiyi sleeping peacefully, Huo Wuyou seemed unusually calm: "I want to take a gamble. I don't want to make her sad."

"You..." Sui Yunlang was speechless.

But when he saw Huo Worry -free, he tried to show the scattered and unbelievable smile as in the past: "You talk, people like me, the romantic and Yushu are in the wind, and so upright and good. If she died in her favorite me, she couldn't forget me in this life.

Sui Yunlang really wanted to spit on him: "These words have always been said by others at the grave. This is the first time I heard it coming from his own mouth. It seems so shameless."

Huo Wuyou asked him back: "I have already said my last words, now you decide whether to treat me or not?"

……

Xue Zhiyi woke up again on the bed where she slept in the Tang Mansion.

She sat up suddenly, as if she had had a terrible nightmare...

But in a trance, looking at the wounds on her body that had been treated with medicine, she touched her neck again, and the scratches there had also been bandaged... Sure enough, it was not a dream!

She was eager to get out of bed, Huo Wuyou...she wanted to find Huo Wuyou!

“Zhiyi…Zhiyi!”

Beside the bed, someone held her anxiously and sobbed.

Only then did Xue Zhiyi notice that Shen Qingtang was also there.

"Zhiyi, I'm sorry. It's all because of me... But the Marquis of Lin'an is already like this. If you don't take care of your body anymore, how can he feel at ease?"

"Qingtang..." She asked Shen Qingtang anxiously: "How long have I been unconscious?"

After thinking for a while, Shen Qingtang said, "You fell asleep at dawn this morning, and now it's almost dark again."

Outside the window, it is already dusk again without me noticing...it has been a whole day!

She quickly got out of bed and ran towards Huo Wuyou's room. When she pushed the door open, she was greeted by the scent of medicine filling the room.

Huo Wuyou was still lying on the bed in the mist. When I got closer, I saw that he was completely bloodless, even bluish-gray, with dry and cracked lips. He looked lifeless, and dozens of silver needles were stuck all over his body...

If it weren't for the fact that his eyes were still rolling in pain under his eyelids, one would almost think he was a dead man.

In the next few days, Xue Zhiyi stayed by his side without taking off her clothes. Every look she gave Huo Wuyou might be the last one.

She could not share any of Huo Wuyou's pain. The only thing she could do was to stay with him, wash him, and feed him medicine.

She fell asleep again and again out of exhaustion, but she didn't dare sleep too long, for fear that Huo Wuyou's condition would worsen and she wouldn't notice.

On the third day, she woke up again and almost numbly checked his heartbeat and breathing. She only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure he was still alive.

Her red eyes could no longer shed tears. She only combed Huo Wuyou's hair once again, carefully arranged his hair crown and headband, and placed them on the bedside.

The things in this room were all brought from Huajing. How could they have thought that this would be the result? She didn't even know how to tell the Queen Mother and the Princess about this.

Just as he was thinking about it, a maid pushed the door open and bowed to Xue Zhiyi: "Miss Xue."

Xue Zhiyi raised his eyes to look at her: "What's wrong?"

The maid put down the bowl in her hand and said: "Young Madam asked me to bring this old ginseng chicken soup, saying it is refreshing and replenishing."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm afraid the Marquis of Lin'an can't eat this now."

But the maid said, "The young lady said this is for you, Miss Xue."

She was a little dazed. Was Xue Ruoyu... concerned about her?

Her heart ached, and after a moment of silence, she said hesitantly, "Thank the young lady for me."

The maid replied, "Yes," and then said, "I'll take the clothes that the Marquis of Lin'an changed out of and have them washed."

The incident happened suddenly that day and they didn't have time to take care of many things. Even the dirty clothes they had changed that day were still piled aside. Xue Zhiyi nodded, and the maid went to get the clothes.

When the dirty clothes were picked up, the maid didn't notice that something fell out of them and fell to the ground like a fallen leaf.

The maid took the clothes and left, but Xue Zhiyi caught a glimpse of something lying quietly on the ground, which was made of weaved grass.

Xue Zhiyi's heart suddenly shook. When she bent down to pick it up, she saw that the thing was a straw ring braided with her familiar braiding technique.

She turned around suddenly and looked at the person lying on the bed in disbelief.