Before the door could be locked, the stewards above had to come over to check whether the courtyard was clean enough. The women were busy, and no one noticed Zhuang Xiaoyu, and no one thought that Zhuang Xiaoyu, who stayed in the Buddhist hall all day, would come Such an abandoned place.

Even if she was seen by the servants when she left the hospital, the servants would not know what she was doing inside.

Zhuang Xiaoyu walked out of the courtyard step by step and returned to her bedroom.

His stomach hurts a little, Zhuang Xiaoyu poured a cup of warm tea, poured it down his throat, took off his outer shirt, and lay quietly on the bed...

Qin Wuyan came back very late as usual, after freshening up, he lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed. He looked sideways at the person lying on the inside, not daring to get too close, but only touched Zhuang Xiaoyu's body under the quilt. Hold your hand gently in your palm, and close your eyes.

Zhuang Xiaoyu closed her eyes and endured the cramping pain in her stomach, but her whole body seemed to be numb and motionless.

In this world, there is nothing she can miss anymore.

That's all.

She no longer wants to live in daily torment.

On the second day, the genius was dim, and there was a knock on the door. The housekeeper and Zhuang Qingyun stood outside the door, "High Priest, today is a great day for enthronement, so don't miss the auspicious time."

Qin Wuyan had already woken up, turned his head to glance at Zhuang Xiaoyu, saw that she was still asleep, and called her softly: "Xiaoyu."

Zhuang Xiaoyu bowed his head into the quilt, and said in a muffled voice: "Get up first, I will lie down for a while, and I will get up soon."

Qin Wuyan couldn't see her pale face, and seldom woke her up so early, so he smiled, "Alright, just lie down for a while, and when it's too late, I'll wake you up again, it's too late does not matter."

Zhuang Xiaoyu covered her face in the quilt, listening to the sound of getting dressed behind her, and the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away. When Qin Wuyan walked outside the bedroom, she lifted the quilt and sat up with her arms propped up.

That little face was as pale as snow, without a trace of blood.

After Zhuang Xiaoyu went to the ear room to wash up, she sat on the dressing table and put on powder on her face.

The little girl heard movement in the bedroom, came in and saw that Zhuang Xiaoyu had already got up, and quickly asked the people waiting outside to come in to serve Zhuang Xiaoyu, dress and make up Zhuang Xiaoyu.

Yinling had already been chased away by Qin Wuyan, and could only do some menial work, no different from the rough woman outside, feeling desperate and sad, watching this scene, started to chew with the woman who was sweeping the floor together The root of the tongue: "As long as this woman reincarnates well, she will be fine with anything. As long as she meets a good man, this life will be worth it."

The women are idle anyway: "Yinling, don't think about what you have and what you don't have. The high priest is not someone with your status who can get high."

Yinling couldn't help feeling angry: "Madam can't even bear children, it is impossible for a person like the High Priest to have no offspring, sooner or later he will take concubines.

Wait for the day when I fly to the branches, and see if you will still say that about me. "

When the women heard this, they didn't dare to say a word. How could a person like the high priest not have offspring? Even if a random woman gave birth to a child and gave it to his wife to raise him, with his wife's weak temperament, she would not be able to have children. Maybe it's not good for the baby's biological mother...

What's more, the dealer's people have done so many evil things to the high priest.

When the girl put on Zhuang Xiaoyu's makeup, she realized that there was something wrong with Zhuang Xiaoyu. There was no trace of blood on her face, but a lifeless blue-gray. She asked in a low voice, "Ma'am, is there something wrong with you?"