The most greedy time-travel in history: the history of a fortune-loving little woman

Chapter 35

Gentle as jade ([-])

I'm a little curious, but because of the move-in of King Qi's family, everyone has become very busy, and Liu Mei'er has a serious embarrassment, and she doesn't have the energy to play any tricks for the time being. She wants to chat with Meiniang, but Meiniang seems to be a little out of spirits. Well, Tang Shanshan couldn't bear to disturb her, so she stopped Qingge to inquire about it until the evening, and made a trick out of it.

It turned out that Qi Zihan was not sick, but was assassinated when he was a child, and was injured and unconscious for six or seven days. He went into shock for a while, and even after waking up, he stayed in bed for a year before he gradually recovered. Tang Shanshan was shocked. It turned out that it was like this. If it can't develop, maybe it hurt some important place.

Suddenly her heart felt a little painful, although she didn't know why, but the feeling of pain was real, Tang Shanshan was startled, what's wrong?
Can't find the source, but the feeling of heartache is getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that Tang Shanshan can't breathe, she has to do something, something must be done.

Qingge was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly shouted: "Miss, what are you going to do? Ah, run slowly, and be careful not to fall." It was Tang Shanshan who was stunned, then suddenly stood up, and pulled the corner of her skirt outward He ran, startled Qingge, and hurriedly got up and chased after him.

Tang Shanshan ran all the way, panting and stopped at the door of Songyuan, and started to knock on the door with "dongdongdong" without thinking about panting, calling the door anxiously while beating.The hard mahogany made Tang Shanshan's tender hands turn red, blood stains began to ooze from the white gauze wrapped around her, but Tang Shanshan didn't feel any pain; while the breath she exhaled condensed into a white mist in the cold night wind, Like her mood, depressed, heavy, stagnant.

It was getting late, it seemed that all the servants of Prince Qi's Mansion had fallen asleep, Qingge grabbed Tang Shanshan, whispered to persuade her to go back, and come back tomorrow morning, but Tang Shanshan stubbornly shook her head, still pounding on the door.

The door hadn't opened yet, and the people inside seemed to be frightened by the rapid knock on the door. There was no response for a long time. Tang Shanshan became anxious, and kicked the door heavily with her foot.

But she forgot that she was only eight years old and had little strength. The closed mahogany door just creaked, then shook a few times, and then stopped moving.

Once not twice!
Lifting her foot again, Tang Shanshan kicked the door again.

The mahogany door is still the original response.

The impatient Tang Shanshan simply took a few steps back, then rushed forward, trying to knock the door open.

The thick mahogany door, the latch behind the door is also hard mahogany, and the iron sheet is nailed with rivets, what will happen if the small body hits it?
Do you still need to ask?

"Don't miss me!" Qingge screamed, but she didn't have time to stop her, she just watched Tang Shanshan bump into her.

(End of this chapter)