Abandoned and Reborn: The Concubine's Revenge Journal

Ye Qingmei originally didn't want to pay attention to Xiahou Junze, but his movement was so loud that she couldn't help but glance at him with disgust in her eyes.

As if he was a beggar, no... Maybe in her eyes, he was worse than a beggar.

"Fourth Prince, what's the matter?" Shen Xian asked with a smile, "Even if the wine is not to your liking, you don't have to break the glass!"

"Sir." Ye Qingmei snorted, "I'm cold."

Shen Xian nodded, the beautiful scenery has been destroyed by people, what mood is there at this moment, and I still appreciate it!

Why don't you go back to the house and have a good night's sleep, replenish some energy, and continue... playing games after a while.

"Fourth prince, this king's concubine is getting cold, let's go first!"

Shen Xian didn't wait for Xiahou Junze's response, and left with Ye Qingmei in his arms, stepping on the peach blossoms with his toes, causing Ye Qingmei to exclaim one after another.

"Hate...it's about to fall!"

"Shen Xian...be careful..."

"what……"

Everything is quiet, he only hears her voice, her voice is so beautiful, so beautiful.

After Shen Xian and Ye Qingmei left, he was the only one in the small pavilion.

Xiahou Junze took a wine jar casually, and suddenly poured it into his mouth, swallowing gulply, countless wine spilled on his clothes, and he didn't care at all.

One jar after another, until Shen Xian drank all the wine brought by him.

Only then did Xiahou Junze yell loudly, "Shen Xian, if you don't avenge this revenge, you are not a gentleman!"

After finishing speaking, he fainted with a flutter.

The wine that Shen Xian brought was originally made from peach blossoms, and the wine was not very strong, but at this time Xiahou Junze was not paying attention to the wine. Besides, before Shen Xian left, he also threw a handful of powder into the jar, so At that time, Xiahou Junze could only sleep in the pavilion...

"Aze, Aze...you wake up!"

Xiahou Junze opened his eyes in a daze, looked at the person coming, "Meier..."

"How many times have I told you that you can't sleep here and you'll catch a cold, why didn't you listen?" Ye Qingmei looked at Xiahou Junze with a slight reproach, and then put the cloak in his hand on him, "I'll stew A pot of pork rib soup, do you want to drink some?"

"Meier..." Xiahou Junze shook his head, this is a dream, this is a dream.

In reality, Ye Qingmei, Shen Xian's wife, could not treat him so tenderly!

"What's wrong? Have a nightmare again?" Those soft, boneless hands gently caressed his forehead, which was extremely warm. Xiahou Junze grabbed that hand and pulled it into his embrace. Hugging her tightly, "Mei'er, Meier, don't leave me...don't leave me..."

Ye Qingmei didn't struggle, "Aze, are you having nightmares again?"

"Mei'er, you are my wife, the wife of my Xiahou Junze!" Even if this is a dream, he still wants this dream to last longer, and never wake up, she is his wife.

Ye Qingmei laughed, "Aze, I won't leave you..."

"Really?" Xiahou Junze asked in disbelief.

Ye Qingmei nodded, "Unless, one day, you don't want me anymore..."

"No, no, I won't want you..." Xiahou Junze promised, no, no.

Ye Qingmei's face suddenly changed, "Xiahou Junze, I want to avenge my dead son! I want to kill you..."

A shining knife pierced through Xiahou Junze's chest.