Rebirth of the Splendid Concubine

Outside Hangzhou, deep in the bamboo forest, the gentle mountain breeze was blowing in a bamboo hut. A man in a white windbreaker removed the hat on his head, put the belt around his waist into the pocket of the windbreaker, and sat down.

on the bamboo bed.

The crescent moon is like a hook, and the night is dim. With the light emitted from the pocket watch on her chest, I reach out and gently caress the frowning brow of the woman on the bed, her eyes far-reaching and unfocused.

He lowered his head and looked at the honeysuckle and purple grass in his other hand that were still stained with soil. In this bamboo forest, he could find the only medicinal materials.

He stretched out his hand and pinched the roots and crushed the honeysuckle in his mouth, but how to feed it to her?

After hesitating for a long time, he carefully put his arms through her neck, for fear of hurting her, and gently helped her up. Looking at the little crystal beads of sweat oozing out from the tip of her white nose, he couldn't help but blush.

Feeling that his heart was beating suddenly and out of rhythm, he leaned over and kissed her. As soon as he touched the dry and cracked lips, his brain exploded with a bang, and he lost consciousness. He just put the words in his mouth mechanically.

The bitter herbs were put into her throat with the tip of her tongue, inducing her to swallow it bit by bit.

At this moment, he felt as if he was infected, and his whole body was hot. He had never felt such a strange feeling before. A layer of pink appeared on his cold and handsome face, and he quickly let go of her.

But the moment he let go, she, who was still asleep, held her hand tightly and shouted "Mom" in a daze. Tears rolled out of her closed eyes because her nails had pinched her with so much force.

She fell into the back of his hand, making him feel inexplicable pity for her.

He looked at the back of his blood-stained hand and placed it firmly beside her, as if he wanted to comfort her fear and anxiety.

Perhaps he would never forget the complex look in her eyes when she looked at him in the Lin Mansion. He felt that those eyes had touched the depths of his soul, giving him a heavy feeling.

Maybe it was fate! He sneaked into the Lin Mansion and accidentally saved her. Thinking of that tragic scene again, even if he experienced countless bullets and bullets, he could not be touched like that.

A mother took off her clothes and stood naked in the fire just to protect her daughter. When he appeared, only a pair of bright black eyes were left on her burnt black face. The strong desire to survive in her eyes moved him.

.

He pushed aside her burned body and saw Lin Xiaoyin, who was almost intact under her protection.

From the fire, she casually dragged a woman next to her, whose stature was not much the same as hers, to Mrs. Lin's side, and took her away from the Lin Mansion.

…

After midnight, at around two o'clock in the morning, Lin Xiaoyin's high fever had already gone down by half. She suddenly stood up like a nightmare.

The hot thing is roasting, and the soul is about to leave the body.

Her mother's voice was all in her ears: Don't let go of those who harm us!

The kind of pain, pain and hatred that touched her soul collided with every fragile nerve of her. Why did she wake up with nothing? Was she having a nightmare? Where is this?

She raised her head and closed her eyes, feeling the pain and hatred as if the medicine were tearing her apart. It was so real that it made her heart shrink tightly.

"ah!"