Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

"Here comes..." Sima Chun shouted hoarsely.

However, no one responded for a long time, and no one came in. The entire dormitory was silent, except for his heavy breathing.

Sima Chun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed loudly, but the laughter was more like a painful sob, and soon his face was filled with tears.

Only after he fell ill did he realize that he was such a failure in life. The ministers avoided him like snakes and scorpions, and looked at him with pity and disgust. His mother-in-law looked at him once when she was ill and then looked at him again.

He has never been here, and he has been busy fighting for power with his grandfather and Concubine Zhang. Concubine Zhang and Concubine Lin have never come to see him once, and the servants and maids who were important to him in the past do not know where they have gone.

These days, he faced this empty dormitory alone every day and every night, enduring the torture of illness and watching helplessly as his whole body gradually rotted away. It seemed that even his internal organs were slowly turning into pus, until he died, just like

Same as my cousin Lin Tao.

"Haha..." Sima Chun laughed sadly, and then shouted at the top of his lungs: "Come here! I want to drink water..."

A white jade teacup depicting a flying dragon flying in the sky was handed to Sima Chun. Sima Chun hurriedly raised his withered hand to take it and drank heavily. Perhaps he was too thirsty, so he drank too quickly and choked on the water.

Suddenly, Sima Chun coughed violently, and his body could not stop shaking.

A flawless white brocade handkerchief was handed over at the right time. Sima Chun took it with his other hand and said, "Thank you!" Then he covered his lips until the coughing gradually stopped and he felt more comfortable. Then Sima Chun raised his head.

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When he saw that the person standing next to the bed turned out to be Qing Yun, Sima Chun was stunned for a moment, and then various complex emotions such as shock, joy, bitterness, regret, panic... appeared on his thin and decayed face.

The flickering candlelight fell on her body, and her whole body seemed to be surrounded by a layer of clear and indifferent light. Her skin was as white as gelatin, glowing with a soft pearl-like luster, the pear dimples on her cheeks were looming, her lips were not dotted, and her eyebrows were full of elixirs.

Not painted but green, with a black cloak and a lavender skirt, making the whole person elegant and noble, especially the greenness between his eyebrows has faded at some point, and he has an unfamiliar maturity and tenacity, which makes him more and more eye-catching.

Forget the customs and linger in dreams.

For a moment, Sima Chun was stunned. He stared at Qingyun without blinking and did not speak or move for a long time.

Reaching out to take the tea cup and brocade handkerchief from Sima Chun's hand, she placed them on the table not far away. Qingyun slowly walked back to the stool beside the bed and sat down. She looked at the stunned Sima Chun, with a suppressed voice in her cold voice.

With inexplicable emotions: "How...are you feeling?"

At the moment of her rebirth, she vowed to make Sima Chun repay his blood debt twice as much because he cruelly hurt her and her relatives.

But now that she saw that he had met such a miserable end that life was worse than death, she no longer had any hatred in her heart, but instead felt sad and pity.

"Nine...when did you come back?" Sima Chun asked without answering. A smile appeared on his lips, but it was uglier than crying.

She lowered her eyelashes slightly, and thick shadows, like the wings of a black butterfly, floated on Qingyun's calm and calm cheeks: "It's been six or seven days."

"It'll be good to come back! It'll be good to come back!" Sima Chun sighed repeatedly and looked at Mo Xuan, who was sitting next to Qingyun. Expectation and excitement flashed in his cloudy eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, and finally

But he pursed his lips and fell silent, and the look in his eyes gradually dimmed until it disappeared.

Qingyun slowly turned the ruby ​​bracelet on her wrist and said nothing. Sima Chun didn't know what to say. Mo Xuan had an expressionless face and didn't know what he was thinking.

For a moment, the atmosphere became quiet and strange.

The candlelight on the table swayed in the wind, and the night breeze blowing in through the open window was chilling.

After a long time, Qingyun stood up, took a deep look at Sima Chun, and then walked away decisively. Suddenly, Sima Chun's hoarse voice full of guilt came from behind: "I'm sorry!" She couldn't help but stop, always cold and indifferent. There was a slight crack on his face, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions.

Staring at the clear back without blinking, Sima Chun's eyes were filled with regret and loneliness: "I'm sorry! I failed you!"

Since the onset of the disease, he has been having the same strange dream.

In the dream, Jiu'er married him as the princess after his fifteenth birthday. Although he didn't love Jiu'er, his childhood sweetheart's affection made him give Jiu'er enough respect, and the two of them respected each other as guests.

But the mother-in-law couldn't let go of her resentment towards Jiu'er's biological mother and vowed that Jiu'er's "mother's debt should be repaid by her daughter", so less than a month after he and Jiu'er got married, the mother-in-law complained that Jiu'er was infected with cold poison and could not conceive an heir. Therefore, he persuaded Jiu'er to get him three concubines.

He knew that Jiu'er was in pain and suffering, and he also knew that in the dead of night, Jiu'er, who was alone in the empty room, would cry secretly until dawn. However, he could not disobey his mother and concubine's will, so he could only choose to avoid Jiu'er and turn his eyes. He watched Jiu'er lose weight day by day.

I originally thought that this would slowly eliminate the resentment in the mother and concubine's heart. After he ascended the throne and the mother and concubine could not control him, she would make up for Jiu'er.

Unexpectedly, half a month later, the mother-in-law and the grandfather actually poisoned the father and helped him ascend the throne of the Nine-Five Emperor, and Jiu'er became his queen.

While he was busy consolidating the imperial power, his mother-in-law actually poisoned himself and framed Jiu'er, and also ordered Nanny Yuan and Qingfeng Mingyue who were sent to Luoxia Palace to testify against Jiu'er. He knew that Jiu'er was unjustly accused, but then At that time, the power was in the hands of his mother-in-law and his grandfather. He had no choice but to throw Jiu'er into the cold palace for "poisoning the Queen Mother". Unexpectedly, his mother-in-law refused to let him go and forced him to brutally behead Jiu'er. 's eyes.

After hearing the news, Sima Rui, Sima Qi and Sima Yue brought a group of ministers into the palace to avenge Jiuer.

But he had received the secret report a long time ago, so he and his foreign ministers went to heaven to capture Sima Rui and others. They divided Sima Rui, Sima Qi and Sima Yue into pieces and threw them into mass graves for treason. The ministers were also beheaded. In public, he implicated the nine clans, thereby taking the opportunity to eradicate all forces that might threaten his throne.

When he was ready to make up for Jiu'er, he was shocked to hear that his mother-in-law actually ordered Concubine Yue to break into the cold palace with the imperial guards. Not only did he kill the maids and secret guards around Jiu'er, but he also set fire to Jiu'er and burned him to death. Rushing to the cold palace, Jiuer, who was covered in blood, was already surrounded by raging fire.

Looking at that scene, he felt as if a sharp dagger had been stabbed into his heart, and he realized that he had unknowingly fallen in love with Jiu'er, who had been with him for more than ten years, and who was always gentle and considerate. Jiu'er.

It's a pity that he woke up too late. His slowness and indifference contributed to Jiu'er's death, and also contributed to his regret and pain. I wish I could turn back time. He will cherish Jiu'er and love Jiu'er even more, regardless of his mother-in-law and grandpa. No matter how he opposed it, he would stay with Jiu'er and protect Jiu'er.

Without Jiu'er, his days were almost like years. Even the imperial power that he once dreamed of could not arouse his interest and attention.

So when he learned that Chu Yunyi personally led an army to attack his country, instead of panicking, he felt relieved. And when Mo Xuan appeared in front of him and tortured him in the most vicious way, he had never felt anything like this before. Calm, even contented.

He knew that both Chu Yunyi and Mo Xuan loved Jiu'er deeply, but it was a pity that Jiu'er would only belong to him until his death.

Seeing life disappearing bit by bit, despite the unbearable pain all over his body, he smiled, a sincere smile that came from the heart.

He could finally go to Jiuquan to reunite with Jiuer and his wife, and he also believed that Mo Xuan would never let go of his mother-in-law, grandpa, and Concubine Yue...

Here, Sima Chun had a look of guilt and remorse, as well as deep attachment, but Qingyun, who had her back to him, had a face as cold as frost, her eyes and brows were stained with coldness and bloodthirsty aura, and her indifferent tone revealed obvious ridicule and sinisterness.

"I'm sorry? Can a sorry sentence bring back my father's life? Can a sorry sentence eliminate the prison sentence suffered by the third brother? A sorry sentence can bring the death of those ministers and their families who were brutally killed for upholding justice. And come back to life? Can a word of apology heal the pain in the hearts of the people who have suffered from civil strife that has led to the death of their families and the separation of wives and children?...A word of sorry can offset the heinous crimes you have committed. Sin, Sima Chun, do you think it is possible?"

Qingyun's voice became louder and louder, and her emotions became more and more excited. She straightened her back and stood proudly, but her deep eyes were filled with bone-gnawing grief and anger. Her hands covered by the cloak clenched into fists, and she quickly scratched her palms. There were traces of blood.

Mo Xuan, who was standing next to Qingyun, naturally noticed the strange emotion in her. He naturally put his warm hands into her cloak, gently stretched her fingers one by one, and then held her hand, with soft white fingertips. He rubbed her palms, silently giving her comfort and support.

Looking sideways at Mo Xuan, Mo Xuan's expression was calm, and his dark eyes contained an indescribable tenderness. Qingyun's emotions gradually calmed down, the corners of his lips raised a slight arc, and his heart felt like a breeze blowing, warm and peaceful.

"Jiu'er...I..."

Hearing Qingyun's sharp questions and taunts one after another, Sima Chun was speechless. After all, what Jiu'er said was all the truth. Both he and his mother-in-law and grandfather had committed unforgivable sins. There was a look of deep pain and regret on his face.

"Now that things have happened, all the traitors who have brought harm to the country and the people can only comfort the spirits of those who died in vain, and heal the hearts of the hurt people!" Qingyun said loudly: "I swear: I will definitely do it. Let those traitors pay with blood! Including you, Sima Chun!"

After saying that, he and Mo Xuan left the Qinzheng Palace.

There seemed to be that person's unique fragrance still lingering in the air. Sima Chun smiled but burst into tears.