What kind of bad thoughts can my husband have?

Chapter 171 Punishing the Heart
Perhaps at a certain point, as a human being, what I fear is not death, but life is worse than death.

Fu Jichun was lying on the cold bed, dying, she was covered in feces and urine, and she was as thin as a handful of dry wood. The only bracelet couldn't hang on her wrist, and it had already been broken.

I don't know what Lin Zhao asked people to feed her. She can live for so long with only some soup and water every day. Fu Jichun thought about it, and there was a cramping pain in her stomach, and she groaned in pain.

Now the lower abdomen is the only place where she can feel the pain, because her legs have long been necrotic, dragging back and forth on the coals, she is considered disabled.

In the final analysis, Fu Jichun was not reconciled.

I don't know what happened to Cheng Yanshan, he should be alive too.

I just want to be with the one I love, is there anything wrong with that?

Thinking of this, Fu Jichun gritted his teeth, sat up, pulled the bed curtain next to him and changed his posture, watching the moonlit night outside the window shining on her, wondering if it could shine on Cheng Yanshan.

Such a literati treats guests, such a handsome and unrestrained person.

If they can escape from Xue's mansion, they can also be a couple of gods and immortals, and become a romantic story in teahouses and restaurants.

It's all Lin Zhao!

It's all Lin Zhao!

After four months of imprisonment, Fu Jichun's spirit has reached a critical point. In a daze, he has already blamed all his misfortunes on Lin Zhao. What catches an adulterer is just Lin Zhao's trap, using his beloved as bait for fishing. Lin Zhao is really despicable.

He kept saying that he gave himself a chance, but in the end he still cut it off together, making it impossible for him to live or die.

'squeak--'

The door was pushed open, and a thin light came in. Fu Jichun thought it was Pingxi who came to give him soup, but who knew that it was a strange man who walked in.

He is dressed in black like night, the patterns on the fabric are like stars blooming all over the sky, and his extremely handsome face is like a banished fairy that Fu Jichun has never seen before. Zhu, standing there far away, is as secret as a dream.

Fu Jichun couldn't help being crazy, opened his mouth and asked, "Who are you?"

That day when Xie Lin came to kill her, Fu Jichun had seen it before. This person was not Xie Lin. Could it be that he didn't succeed last time and another person came to kill him?
It's ridiculous that people who want to die every day, when facing death, their first thought is to live.

Fu Jichun clutched the corner of the quilt fiercely, fear crept into her heart, as if being eaten by ants, she couldn't help leaning back, tremblingly said: "Are you here to kill me?"

"I'm Xue Dao."

Xue Dao said calmly.

Fu Jichun was taken aback, looking at Xue Dao in front of him, so high and rare, he was the young master of the Xue family, the husband-in-law she had never met, and the backer of her once stable life.

Xue Dao is so handsome.

Fu Jichun was a little crazy, Cheng Yanshan in his mind collapsed at this moment, shattered into foam by an inexplicable emotion, and whispered: "Young master...you... are back."

"It's not easy being an actor."

Xue Dao smiled lightly.

Fu Jichun lowered his eyes, and now he was as ugly as a weed. He couldn't talk about the infinite scenery when he was singing in the past. He hesitated and said: "It's hard, it's hard, it's not easy for a boy."

Hearing this, Xue Dao walked over at a slow pace, turned up the mattress, sat on the clean bed, and looked at Fu Jichun in front of him. She was clearly only 20 years old, but she was as old as an old man, screaming and engulfed in anger day and night She lost her youthful beauty, and her skin, which was cursed by the entanglement of evil thoughts, was full of fine lines.

Fu Jichun stared at his face, who doesn't love a young man, let alone Xue Dao, who is introverted, calm, self-sustaining and gentle and considerate, she can't help but move forward, as if seeing a ray of dawn at the end of the road, why Xue Dao If you want to see yourself, you are still sitting by your side, are you going to let yourself out?

Will he believe that he has been wronged.

I and Cheng Yanshan are not living together yet!
Xue Dao was speechless, stretched out his hand and gently pinned Fu Jichun's messy hair back, touched the pendant on her earlobe with his fingertips, and said softly: "It is said that actors are familiar with operas, and the ones on stage are princes and generals. Talented scholars and beautiful ladies, they sing about other people's joys and sorrows, joys, anger, sorrows and joys, so they are ruthless, but I don't look like it."

Xue Dao's fingertips brushed Fu Jichun's chin, and continued: "It is precisely because you have sung the love in this world that you know how difficult it is for this person to live forever, and to be able to stay with the one you love for a lifetime, family, identity, age. Years old, Chai Mi, if you can withstand the storms of this world and be known by one person, it will be so epic."

Hearing this, Fu Jichun's pupils like dead fish ooze crystal moisture.

Xue Dao... Xue Dao understands himself.

In the past, Cheng Yanshan claimed to be a writer, but he was not a romantic writer. He sneered at the low-level things like opera. For him, Fu Jichun gave up his original intention and stopped singing operas. He understands the play, he understands himself.

He is still his rightful husband.

Fu Jichun thought, the resentment in his heart was like a cluster of thorns, with a little bit of thorns, Cheng Yanshan in his memory suddenly became so ugly, so unworthy of mentioning.

Compared with Xue Dao, Cheng Yanshan is not worth it.

Fu Jichun hated how he could give up Xue Dao for Cheng Yanshan.

"I……"

Fu Jichun trembled his lips and wanted to reach out, but although Xue Dao was close at hand, his eyes seemed to be far away, a distance that could never be touched.

"Master...let me...let me out."

Fu Jichun murmured.

When Xue Dao heard this, a gratified smile appeared on his face. This smile made Fu Jichun's heart burn, and he leaned forward again, trying to grab Xue Dao's sleeve, but Xue Dao gently pushed him away.

Xue Dao got up and walked out unhurriedly.

Fu Jichun was impatient, and rushed forward, but her legs were gone, and she fell to the ground unconsciously. She retched and coughed twice. She stretched out her hand and shouted: "Master! Master, I Still a perfect body! I have no affair with Cheng Yanshan! Young master! Young master, please let me out!"

Xue Dao stood still, came back to his senses, his eyes drooping.

Fu Jichun raised her head, the light outside the door hit her face, the dry and cracked scabs were torn open, and thin blood flowed out.

"Master..."

She pleaded with her last hope, "Master...I...please."

The compassion in Xue Dao's eyes gradually turned into indifference. Standing on a high place, he looked down at Fu Jichun, as if swearing or deliberately, and said: "The love in Xue Dao's heart is only Lin Zhao's ear."

After all, turn around and go out.

Fu Jichun stared, desperately trying to catch Xue Dao's disappearing back, his fingernails were broken in pieces on the ground due to the forceful grasping of the buttons, he was out of breath, and vomited blood again.

Can't live, can't live.

No one will take care of him anymore, Fu Jichun realized that he was really going to die.

She was lying on the ground, her eyes were wide open, the resentment in her heart was like a wooden stick, Fu Jichun couldn't close his eyelids, and could only murmur Xue Dao's name.

How could I... give up Xue Dao for Cheng Yanshan.

Give up such a person, what I have been looking for in my life, who understands both drama and her.

Since I was young, I have made up my mind to marry a gentleman who is full of knowledge and wealth.
Cook soup for him with plain hands, and be an orthodox wife who is a husband and a child.

Cheng Yanshan was not.

The gentleman who is out of the dust is Xue Dao.

She had a chance, but she went wrong,

Fu Jichun's voice seemed to be choking, thinking back to Xue Dao's last words, he muttered, Lin Zhao is really lucky, yes, who doesn't want to marry Xue Dao as his wife, at least he can't.

(End of this chapter)