All Hail Cousin Brother

Unexpectedly, a hundred days after her grandmother, Song Mingzhao locked her in the remotest small courtyard of the Marquis of Zhenguo's mansion, declaring to the outside world that she became sick from worry and worry about her grandmother's death.

Song Mingzhao used the most precious, most precious, most yin and most poisonous medicinal materials to make her into a medicine man, taking a drop of heart blood every three days, but it was because her half-sister Yu Jianjia suffered from heart disease and needed to use her heart to treat her. Her painstaking efforts are used to make medicine and cure diseases.

Her biological father ignored her, she had no one to ask for help, and even death became an extravagant hope.

In just three years, she was tortured until she was neither human nor ghost, and was so thin that only a handful of skin and bones remained.

Song Mingzhao looked at her quietly, without stopping: "You are right, without you, Jiajia would have died long ago."

Killing and punishing the heart is nothing more than that.

Yu Youyao clutched her chest, coughing so hard that she couldn't breathe, and there was a morbid blush on her pale and pale face, showing a kind of coquettishness resurgent.

"You are going to die too, so," Song Mingzhao stated the facts lightly, took out the embroidered handkerchief embroidered with green bamboo and Yiyi, gently wiped the blood from her lips, and whispered: "Give your heart to Jia Can Jia be used as medicine?"

Yu Youyao thought in a daze that she had heard it wrong, but she didn't respond for a while.

"Mr. Xie has developed a new prescription, as long as you use your heart as medicine, Jiajia's heart disease will be completely recovered, and you will no longer have to suffer from the pain of piercing the heart and drawing blood." Speaking of this, Song Mingzhao, who was as indifferent as he was, couldn't help becoming excited, looking at Yu Youyao with fiery eyes.

Those who didn't know, thought he was looking at the woman he loved deeply.

Yu Youyao didn't even have the strength to scream and curse, she looked at him calmly, with deep hatred hidden in her eyes.

Song Mingzhao ignored her hatred: "Yaoyao, you can go at ease. After you die, the Zhen Guohou's Mansion will announce to the outside world that you died of illness."

Yu Youyao smiled sarcastically, yes, she has been "sick" for three years, she really deserves to die.

Song Mingzhao's voice paused, and he said again: "I know, you and Sister Jianjia are deeply in love, and before you die, you can't worry about the weak and sick third sister..."

She has a deep relationship with sister Yu Jianjia?

Yu Youyao's eyes suddenly widened. Before she could open her mouth, she heard Song Mingzhao's calm and elegant voice: "I will marry Jian Jia with three matchmakers and six hires as a sequel, and take good care of your sister for you, so as to comfort your spirit in heaven."

Earlier, if Yu Youyao had heard such words, she would have lost her mind, yelled crazily, screamed and cursed hysterically, and scolded this pair of shameless men and women.

But now, she just wants to cry!

This marriage was planned for her grandmother when she was alive.

The grandmother thought about the meritorious deeds of the Marquis of Zhen Guo for generations, the eldest son Song Mingzhao was a man of talent, with extraordinary character, if she went in the future, her granddaughter would have a good future.

Yu Youyao also had some vague longings for Song Mingzhao, thinking that Song Mingzhao was her lover, and fantasizing about her married life.

However, both she and her grandmother were wrong.

Song Mingzhao is indeed a good man.

But not hers.

It belongs to Yu Jianjia.

To her, Song Mingzhao is a jackal in human skin.

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After an unknown amount of time, Yu Youyao woke up in a daze, and heard her grandmother's surprised voice: "Thank God, my fever has subsided after a day and a night."

Immediately afterwards, her head sank and she passed out again.

This coma lasted another whole day.

Waking up once in the middle, she called out "Grandmother" in a daze, and then fell asleep. She didn't sleep well, as if she had been dreaming.

In the dream, someone stuck a long silver needle into her chest, and took out a drop of dark red blood. She was in so much pain.

Someone also took a knife, cut open her chest alive, and took out her heart.

And her favorite almond yogurt, sweet-scented osmanthus, glutinous rice balls with pearls and emeralds, steamed cheese with sugar, squirrel juicy fish,

cherry meat...

Miscellaneous, messy.

It wasn't until Yu Youyao came to her senses that she still couldn't wake up, Mu Mu stared blankly at the pink soft smoke ribbed tent above her head, and after clearing her mind, she realized what happened.

A few days ago, she went to Lianhu to play, and ran into her third younger sister, Yu Jianjia, who was going to pay her respects to her grandmother.

After the two finished greeting each other, Yu Jianjia saw that the jade pendant around her neck was very unique, so she took off a string of opals around her wrist on the spot and wanted to exchange it with her.

It was a lotus jade pendant with a Buddha child sitting on it.

The white jade is flawless, shiny and transparent, sitting on the lotus platform with eyes closed and meditating, with a large lotus handprint, and a blood-red lotus between his eyebrows, revealing solemnity and holiness.

It is carved from a whole piece of red Kunlun jade in the snow, the cinnabar on the white jade is self-generated, and the blood lotus is natural, which is quite mysterious.

I heard from my grandmother that this is a relic left by my mother, and she has been wearing it next to her body, so naturally she refused to exchange it, and turned away angrily.

At this time, Yu Jianjia suddenly stretched out his hand to pull her, and she was so angry that she shook off Yu Jianjia's hand.

Yu Jianjia slipped and fell to the ground.

That day, word spread in the mansion that she deliberately pushed Yu Jianjia's words. Grandma scolded her a few times, but she didn't care about it.

Unexpectedly, Yu Jianjia was frightened, and developed a high fever at night, which lasted for two days and two nights, and then the grandmother was really annoyed and punished her to kneel in the Buddhist hall.

Kneeling alone in the Buddhist hall, she was hungry and afraid. Looking at the golden body of Buddha in front of her, she looked at her with a pitiful expression, thinking that the Buddha had come back to life, and the boy Buddha in her palm was sitting on the lotus. Slightly" My hands are numb and my hands hurt.

Gradually, her consciousness began to blur, she passed out, and fell into a mess of dreams.

At this time, when the girls guarding the room beside the bed saw Yu Youyao waking up, they rushed to the bed excitedly one by one, and called out in surprise: "Miss, you finally woke up."

Yu Youyao blinked in confusion, and wanted to say that she was thirsty, but when she opened her mouth, she found her throat was swollen and sore, and she couldn't make a sound for a while.

The bead curtain made of crystal pearls makes a pleasant "jingling" sound.

A maid wearing a blue-purple jacket came in. She had a silver hairpin on her head, silver jasmine on her ear, and a pretty jade bracelet on her wrist.

It was Chun Xiao, the big maid beside her.

Feeling a little dazed in her heart, what Yu Youyao thought was that in her dream, she was imprisoned in the remotest small courtyard of the Marquis of Zhenguo's mansion, and only Chunxiao was with her all the time, serving her with all her heart.

"Miss is awake, go report to the old lady, and then go find the doctor to come and have a look." Chun Xiao ordered, and several little girls in the room quickly responded "Yes" and left the room one after another.

Chunxiao helped Yu Youyao up, stuffed a big pillow behind her, turned around and poured a glass of warm water, and carefully fed her to drink.

After drinking the water, Yu Youyao's throat became more comfortable, and she looked at Chun Xiao eagerly.

This article is not reborn, the heroine had a warning dream, no rebirth

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