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Song Jin repeatedly confirmed that the white jade dove pendant was the one that Song Tan wore every day.

Countless possibilities flashed through my mind.

The tragic scene of the Song family being massacred in the previous life is still vivid in my mind.

Song Jin was terrified and couldn't stop shivering.

"Mianmian, don't look."

Cui Huaiji covered her eyes, gently held her in his arms, and signaled Shi An to take off the jade pendant.

"Perhaps you are mistaken. This jade pendant does not belong to Mr. Song."

"But..." Song Jin's voice was shaking, "This is my mother's relic. I used to play with it when I was young... How could I have mistaken it?"

"Don't panic. I'll have Shi An rush over to make sure Mr. Song is safe. If he really got into trouble, would you be completely unaware of it?"

Song Jin calmed down.

Yes, Dad is such a smart man, why wouldn’t he leave himself a way out?

How could she not know anything about it?

Even if that person has great connections, he can't hide from everyone in Qingzhou.

"My Lord, I'm a little tired. I'll go back and rest for a while."

"Okay," Cui Huaiji looked at Qing Wu who was worried beside him, "take good care of your wife."

Qing Wu Fu Shen: "Yes."

Song Jin was so distraught that he was dragged back by her.

The winter wind chills people to the bone.

Song Jin, who was so afraid of the cold, was completely unconscious at this moment, with his mind filled with memories of the purgatory in his previous life.

"My wife—"

Song Jin suddenly vomited a mouthful of dirty blood.

The blood is turning black, it means the poison is taking effect!

*

White clouds float in the sky for thousands of years.

Gray smoke filled the sky above Qingzhou City.

The fire burned for a day and a night, and all the people in the city were killed or injured.

Song Jin felt as if he was in a sea of ​​fire, with burning pain sweeping through his whole body.

"Jinjin, run!"

The sword was unsheathed, and the sword light broke the coldness in Song Jin's eyes.

“Father!”

Song Tan's chest was pierced by a sharp sword, "Jinjin... run..."

The pain that was deliberately hidden resurfaced.

It felt like thousands of ants were biting her bone marrow. Half of Song Jin's body was lying on the ground, and her index finger was bleeding. She struggled desperately, trying to crawl over and hug Song Qin's body.

“Father…”

It hurts so much now.

Suddenly, a tall figure approached her.

"ah!"

The rebel beast smiled and stepped on the back of her hand, "Hey, there is another beautiful lady in Qingzhou!"

Several obscene noises were heard behind him.

The rebel showed no mercy to her and grabbed her hair and looked at her: "Well, she looks pretty. Take her back!"

“Now…”

Song Qin fell to the ground, dying, and watched his daughter being taken away.

No one knows what these rebels will do to Song Jin.

But Song Jin knew.

She was tortured horribly in prison and almost blinded. She vaguely heard them discussing Miss Yang from Sheng An.

Someone wants her life!

She had never seen this Miss Yang before, why did she want to kill her?

"My wife!"

Song Jin's eyes were empty as he tried hard to identify the direction of the sound.

Qing Wu's voice seemed to be ethereal in the clouds, unreal and real. She vaguely remembered that Xu Nanheng shot an arrow through her chest, and her body lay under the city of Qingzhou with no one paying attention to it.

Qing Wu... Qing Wu should have been killed as well, right?

"Madam! What's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Qing Wu knelt anxiously beside the bed, holding her hand and trying to wake her up.

Why is this happening? What has possessed my wife?

Song Jin was in a daze in his nightmare, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

"I'll go find Lord Hou. He must have a solution!"

Marquis?

...Cui Huaiji?

Who...is he?

Song Jin covered his head as fragmented images flashed by.

She was reborn, and the scenes before her were what she had experienced in her previous life. She had the chance to save everything, and it shouldn't have ended like this.

Song Jin suddenly opened his eyes, his chest breathing rapidly, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

The house was empty.

Song Jin sat up slowly, and after a few breaths he felt a little better.

"Qingwu?"

Not here?

Song Jin lowered her eyes, threw off the quilt and got out of bed. The dressing table under the window frame caught her attention for no reason.

As if possessed by a ghost, she took out a small bronze mirror.

The pale face came into view, and the orchid in his pupils appeared again.

Song Jin was so frightened that he dropped the bronze mirror.

"How could it be..."

He covered his eyes with trembling hands.

The poison in her body acted up again.

Realizing the problem, Song Jin staggered over and closed the door.

I sat down helplessly against the door.

She dared not let anyone see her eyes.

Especially Cui Huaiji, she didn't want to see disgust in his eyes.

People always hate those who are different from themselves and never think how glorious such people are.

Song Jin also felt the same rejection in his heart.

She doesn't care about other people's opinions, she only cares about the opinions of the people she cares about.

“Knock, knock, knock!”

"Madam, are you awake? Why did you close the door? The Marquis is still behind..."

[The Marquis is here? ]

[No, I can't let the Marquis see me like this! ]

Song Jin wiped his face hurriedly and quickly bolted the door.

"My Lord, I am not feeling well, so I will not see you."

Cui Huaiji frowned: "What's the matter? Are you worried about Mr. Song? I've asked Shi An to hurry up."

"no……"

Song Jin has a hard time speaking.

[I don’t want you to see me like this…]

What does it mean?

Cui Huaiji looked at Qingwu.

Qingwu shook his head in confusion.

He sighed, let Qingwu go, and stayed alone to accompany her.

"Okay, I won't go in. Then tell me what happened, Meimei."

[The voice sounds so weak, is it the poison from last time?]

Song Jin smiled bitterly, what an accurate guess!

"I don't want to say it... Can you accompany me, Lord Hou?"

"good."

After Cui Huaiji agreed, he lifted up his robe and sat down.

The weather was extremely cold and the snow in the yard was frozen.

The sunshine wasn't very good and it wasn't warm at all.

"Is the kang in the house cold?"

Cui Huaiji really doesn't know how to comfort people.

Song Jin tried to take a deep breath, trying his best to ignore the severe pain coming from his bones and make his voice sound lighter.

"It's not cold... The Marquis has always been concerned about my yard, I..."

She couldn't help it and swallowed softly.

[It hurts so much! Why does it hurt so much... Could the Lord Hou have heard it? ]

[I don't want to do this either, why does it hurt so much! ]

"It's good if it's not cold."

Cui Huaiji pretended not to hear, raised his eyes slightly, and caught a glimpse of Yu Nu walking towards him.

He picked up Yu Nu and held her in his arms, "You've been so busy these days, Yu Nu hasn't seen you for a few times, so she came to me to complain."

Song Jin's eyes softened when he heard the soft calls outside.

"It's my fault... I will make it up to him in a few days."

【It’s so cold.】

Song Jin closed his eyes and curled up into a ball.

Cui Huaiji paused, "Miaomiao, is it cold in Qingzhou in winter?"

There was no response from inside the house for a long time.

Song Jin could no longer speak. His eyes felt a stinging pain and his internal organs seemed to be messed up by something.

My breathing also slowed down.

Song Jin wanted to answer him.

[It’s also cold, but not as cold as Sheng An. ]

Song Jin replied to him in a daze.

Cui Huaiji realized that her current situation was very bad.

I wanted to rush in and take care of her without caring about anything.

But he knew that Song Jin was such a strong-willed young lady. She looked petite and delicate on weekdays, but she was actually very strong and ambitious in her mind.

If he really rushed in like this, Song Jin would be angry.

Cui Huaiji looked up and saw a clear sky.

"Mianmei, do you want to go back to Qingzhou?"

[I miss the food my father cooked, and my grandma and grandpa in Qingzhou. ]

"Mianmei, do you still like Xu Nanheng?"

[I don't like him. I hate him. He killed my father and all the people in Qingzhou! ]

Cui Huaiji slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

In fact, he already knows the answers to many of these mysteries.

For example, if Song Jin were a person reborn, he would be able to foresee the future and prevent the tragedy of the giant ship sinking into the sea.

She knows many things that ordinary people don't know.

But in Cui Huaiji's eyes, she was just a strong and competitive young lady, who would also act coquettishly to deceive him into sympathizing with her; sometimes she was eccentric and argued with a fox slave, which was simply childish and cute; sometimes even he was surprised by her courage, because she was obviously very scared in the underground palace, but she still insisted on bandaging him, but she didn't dare to look at his wounds, turning a blind eye and covering her ears...

Cui Huaiji couldn't help but laugh, with love welling up in his eyes.

"Mianmei, I know this is a bit of a predator, but I still want to ask you, do you like me?"

[I like it... Lord Hou collected the corpse for me. He is a good person. I should repay you, but I owe you more and more...]

"So how do you want to repay me?"

Song Jin shuddered and said vaguely: "I don't know..."

Cui Huaiji burst out laughing.

Well, there's no rush.

*

The kang in the house was very comfortable. Song Jin didn't feel cold at all while lying on the floor.

Cui Huaiji knew that she was afraid of cold, so he would ask the housekeeper to lay a layer of carpet in the house so that she didn't feel very cold when lying down.

Song Jin moved his arms and legs and slowly got up.

Check your eyes immediately.

Still not recovered.

I don't know how long it will take to recover this time.

Song Jin sighed, vaguely remembering that Cui Huaiji had been staying with her outside the door for a long time.

Should he leave?

Song Jin thought uncertainly, wrapped himself in his cloak, opened the door, and saw a figure sitting at the door.

"Master Hou?!"

Seeing that he didn't move, Song Jin reached out and poked him a few times.

"How could you be so stupid as to sit at the door all night! Aren't you cold?"

Apart from the pale lips, there was really nothing wrong with it.

Song Jin tried to feel the temperature of his forehead, but as soon as he put his hand on it, he was grabbed by him.

"Hmm?" Cui Huaiji opened his eyes dazedly. He didn't use any strength on his hands, so she broke free from them. "Is Meimei awake?"

Song Jin turned his back to him: "Yes, why doesn't Lord Hou go to sleep? It's cold outside..."

"If anything happens to you when you go back, there will be no one to take care of you."

Song Jin was silent.

"Why don't you turn around?"

Song Jin said: "I am very haggard after a serious illness. I will go to see you after I wash up."

Without waiting for him to say anything, Song Jin went straight to the door.

Cui Huaiji's mind gradually cleared up, "Why is it the same as last time? I told you I'm not such a superficial person."

After muttering a few words, he remembered that he had important matters to attend to.

Cui Huaiji loosened her stiff limbs, told her to have a good rest, and then left.

Inside the house, Song Jin belatedly recalled what happened last night.

She seemed to hear Cui Huaiji asking her whether she liked her.

She was in so much pain at the time that she was unconscious. I guess she didn't say anything, right?

"Can the Marquis really hear my voice?"