Another March.
The first rain since the beginning of spring was particularly majestic, and the dark sky outside the house seemed to be about to annex the world.
The thunder rolled, awakening Gu Yuqing in her sleep, sweating in her cold sweat.
The black eyes opened, and as the familiar blue gauze tent in front of him came into view through the long eyelashes like a feather fan, Gu Yuqing was stunned… Isn’t she dead?
The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the cold poisonous wine slid across the throat. The feeling of ice to the bone marrow, the heart-wrenching pain, Gu Yuqing was unforgettable and unforgettable forever.
He reached out to grab the veil in front of him. Gu Yuqing wanted to figure out whether this was a dream or something. Could it be that the King of Hell pity her for her death and gave her a boudoir that was exactly the same as when she was in the Marquis’ Mansion, which was considered a slight compensation for her premature death?
I wanted to grab the green gauze tent, and the moment when my slender hands were raised, a cold sound suddenly sounded in my ears. “Hey, what are you doing?”
Gu Yuqing suddenly tensed up all over her body, and sat up with a wheel, looking around vigilantly.
The cold voice sounded again, just a string of laughter, making Gu Yuqing creepy.
“Who are you?” Gu Yuqing said as she reached out to touch the thing under the pillow.
During her lifetime, she had a habit of hiding a sharp knife under her pillow.
After spending six years of hard work on Xiao Duo, God knows how many political enemies have wanted her life. This is her way of protecting herself. Although it is insignificant, it makes her feel at ease.
I just don’t know if there would be a knife in this underworld boudoir that would let her defend herself.
The moment the fingertips touched the pillow, the cold sound rang again, this time there was a burst of mockery, “I said, you are all dead once, why? Are you still afraid of death!”
His mean voice made Gu Yuqing tremble with his fingers, his body froze, and it seemed that there was a hole in his chest suddenly, and a biting cold wind was blowing into the hole.
Yes, she is all dead, so what else is she afraid of? She pulled herself back and sat back.
“It’s so boring!” The voice sounded again and said slowly, “You are not dead, you are reborn. You are so stupid. Isn’t this your boudoir? You have lived in the boudoir for more than ten years, don’t you recognize it yourself?”
Gu Yuqing was shocked, and her fingertips were cold and trembling slightly.
Not dead? Rebirth?
The speaker seemed to be able to understand Gu Yuqing’s voice, and said with some powerlessness: “Don’t be confused. I saved you and gave you the opportunity to be reborn, so that you can return to thirteen years old. Of course, if you don’t want to live for a lifetime, tell me quickly, so as not to waste your feelings!”
His voice was still mean and cold, as if he was rude and cold, as if he was tragic.It was frozen, and it was also obviously impatient.
After all, he was a person who had experienced six years of battle for the throne. After being shocked, Gu Yuqing gradually calmed down and looked around, “Where are you?”
“You are getting faster. You were still very shocked just now, and you are calm now? It’s indeed a needle under the sea of women’s heart, I can’t guess.”
Gu Yuqing looked for the source of the voice, and Wuliang’s eyes shot inch by inch, trying to find the person who spoke.
But I was full of doubts. If it was indeed as he said, I was reborn for a lifetime and returned to the age of thirteen, then there should be a maid watching the night outside her bedroom.
His voice was so loud, why didn’t the maid who was watching the night rush in and ask?
Could it be that he used some medicine for the maids?
“Hey, what do you think of me? You can think of it. You are simply insulting me with such despicable means.” There was anger in the cold voice
—–People please remind: Please pay attention to your eyes to rest after reading for a long time. :