The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 2 Rebirth
Holding the wine glass, Song Xieyu walked slowly outside the hall, and the heavy snow was still falling all over the sky, falling on her head, clothes, and in the wine glass one after another.

Standing behind her, Zhu Cheng lowered his head and repeated with a smile, "I invite Concubine Yi to go on her way."

"What's the rush! On the way to reincarnation, are you afraid that I won't be able to grab the seat?" Song Xieyu turned around and scolded him, then looked at Xie Chu who turned to look at her, and sighed: "Third brother, This is the last time I call you like this, I know you hate me very much, but the people in my palace are innocent, I hope you can save their lives after I go."

Xie Chu just stared at her, his pair of dark eyes remained unmoved.

After Song Xieyu finished speaking, she looked down at the wine glass in her hand, and drank it down with a cool smile.

The fishy sweetness rose up in the throat, and the colic in the abdomen was even more painful. Song Xieyu staggered and knelt on the ground, his vision gradually blurred, and from the corner of his eyes, he could only see a black hem brushing by, stepping on the heavy snow all over the sky. Far.

Until it was completely dark.

……

same year.

Concubine Yi passed away in Jingyang Palace, Emperor Xuande was furious, and decreed that the Song family's officials should be dismissed and ordered not to return to Beijing forever.

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Pingyang 35 years, winter.

It was in the twelfth lunar month that the first snow fell in the capital, but it came late but quickly. The feather-like snow covered the entire capital in just one night, and it was still in the daytime without stopping.

In the backyard of the Huaiyin Prince's Mansion, the maidservants were busy going in and out of Xinlan Garden. It was clear that the New Year was approaching, but everyone had only worries on their faces.

A few days ago, the eldest lady of the mansion went to Meishan to worship Buddha with the princess, but she caught wind and cold, and fell ill when she came back. For some reason, he started talking nonsense, and he couldn't wake up no matter how much he screamed, as if he was being swallowed up, and everyone in the big mansion was frightened, fearing that something might go wrong.

Mother Jiang wiped her tears and sat on the footrest holding hands, calling her baby name with a choked voice, "Yu Nu, don't be afraid of Yu Nu, grandma is here, don't be afraid of Yu Nu..."

On the bed, the man who was talking nonsense gradually calmed down. After a while, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes with a look of pain.

"Yu Nu, Yu Nu?" Mother Jiang burst into tears of joy, and hurriedly turned her head to Cai Wei, who was waiting beside her, and said, "Quick! Hurry up and tell the old lady Wangfei! Hurry up! Then go and invite Doctor Xin! Hurry up!"

Song Xieyu felt her headache was about to split, complex images flooded her mind, and her ears were buzzing continuously. It took a long time for her to get better, and when she recovered, the room was already packed to the brim.

The wrist was gently put back into the quilt, and a warm voice said with a slight smile: "The princess is fine, but her body is a little weak, so you can take a while to make up for it. In the future, I can no longer be called cold, take care of it more carefully."

Lying on the bed, Song Xieyu stared blankly at the ceiling, unable to recover for a moment.

How many years have you not heard this voice?
"Thank you, Doctor Xin!"

Another soft and dignified female voice came, it was much younger, gentler and full of warmth than what she heard a few days ago, much better than the ice-like voice later.

Later, Song Xieyu didn't listen to what was said outside, her mind was in a daze, and she only felt that everything in front of her was a little familiar.

It looked like she woke up from a serious illness after she followed her mother to worship Buddha in Meishan ten years ago.

Just as he was thinking, the curtain was raised, and what came into view was a graceful and elegant woman's face.

"Yu Nu, do you feel better? But what discomfort do you still feel?"

Song Xieyu turned her head to look, stunned, "Mother...why are you... here?"

The voice that came out was extremely hoarse, and there was a burning pain in the throat.

"Shut up, mother is not here, where is it? You scared mother to death, but you are only going out, but you are so sick, mother almost thought you..." The beautiful woman's eyes were red, and she couldn't bear to say any more go down.

Song Xieyu blinked, "I'm not dead?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" the beautiful woman was annoyed.

Song Xieyu smiled, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and said with difficulty: "Mother, don't you hate your daughter?"

The beautiful woman's reproachful expression turned into worry, "Could it be that he has a fever? Didn't Dr. Xin say there's nothing wrong with it?" She turned her head and said, "Mother Jiang, hurry up and invite Dr. Xin back!"

"Xin v. Yuan?" Song Xieyu said softly.

Isn't he... already dead?

The beautiful woman turned her head, "I still remember Dr. Xin, it doesn't look like a fool, why are you talking nonsense?"

Song Xieyu suddenly stared at the beautiful woman, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with emotion, she felt restless looking at the woman, and she tried to touch her forehead, but was held tightly by a slender and thin hand. Hold on tight.

"Now, what year is it?"

The few words squeezed out of the throat were full of inexplicable emotions, and the woman who heard it couldn't help but feel palpitations.

Holding the bony snow-white wrist with a soothing backhand, the beautiful woman frowned and said worriedly: "I'm really confused. It's been 35 years since Pingyang, and I've been sick for more than a month since I came back from Meishan. It's already the twelfth lunar month. .”

"35 years in Pingyang..." Song Xieyu was stunned and whispered. After a long time, he was out of breath from laughing, but tears rolled down one after another.

She, revived.

Oh my god... you don't have eyes, what is it to let a person like her with bloody hands be reborn?
"Mother, I miss you so much." Song Xieyu said very seriously while holding the beautiful woman's hand.

Li Rong nodded inexplicably but also relievedly and said softly: "Mother knows, you should rest well first, and then talk about taking care of your body, ah."

Song Xieyu looked at her for a while, then obediently let go of her hands and pursed her lips and smiled, "Daughter listens to mother."

She was disobedient in her previous life, and she ended up like that in the end, it was all her own doing.

After closing her eyes for a while, Song Xieyu fell into a deep sleep. Li Rong wiped away the tears for her with a handkerchief, and then quietly exited the inner room. Come in in the snow.

"Princess, what's wrong with the princess?"

Li Rong shook her head, and said in a soft voice: "Yu'er just woke up and she didn't remember anything, don't have any other problems."

Xin Fuyuan replied respectfully: "Go back to your mother, the princess may have been in a daze for a long time, and I can't remember the time. After taking the medicine and resting for a while, it will be fine. If the symptoms still exist, I will treat the princess again. .”

Li Rong sighed, "Forget it, then I will trouble Dr. Xin, Jiayuan."

The big maid standing beside her responded and offered the reward, and Xin Juyuan withdrew respectfully.

It was the second day when Song Xieyu woke up, the snow had stopped outside the house, a layer of white snow had accumulated on the plum trees in the yard, the stars were dotted with the red of the flower buds, it looked very beautiful.

(End of this chapter)