Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

It hurts--

Song's unconscious feels his whole head hurts.

But consciousness, and clarity.

Open your eyes, red, not the kind of red you sleep in for a long time.

It's the kind of red that cried.

She looked at the handsome face that came together with some confusion and clarity.

Song had no worries and frowned. His blind eyes fluttered in his cheeky face. “Dong... cough...”

Just opened her mouth, throat tingling and dullness, and she coughed for a while.

“I'll pour you some water.” As soon as Pastoral heard her voice so dull, he got up and poured water.

“Cough... puff...” The bruises stuck in his throat were coughed out and spilled out of his chin.

“What's going on? Threw up blood?” Master Gu saw that he was in a hurry.

“It's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay.” Gu Qiang took out his towel and wiped the spit out of her blood, patting her on the chest gently.

He was heartbroken to see Song like this.

“I call a doctor!” Master Gu said.

“Come on, water!” Pastoral handed the water to Gu Zheng.

Gu Zheng picked up the water, lifted up Song Wuxi and fed her to drink.

After two sips, Song was worried and coughed.

However, with water in her throat, she felt much more comfortable.

One more sip, and she looked at Gu Jiao, sounding dull, "Let me lie down. ”

Her body hurts like this.

“Okay.” Gu Qiu gently and carefully put her down.

“What? Where does it hurt?” Gu Qiu gently wiped the water from the corner of her mouth, her low voice was like water.

“…” It hurts all over my body, like I've been run over by a car.

But Song did not answer, she held her lips tight and looked at Gu Qiang without turning her eyes.

Her eyes were deep and deep with a touch of complexity.

In a coma, she seemed to have returned to the X dynasty--

Before she woke up, she stood in front of a grave.

On the stone tombstone erected, there are five words engraved [Loving Wife Song no worries].

She recognized the handwriting of these words, which was engraved in Oriental Xuan.

The graves are buried in their homeland.

The graves are extraordinary and are covered in marble.

It belongs in the tomb, very clean, outside the tomb, a sea of flowers.

Flowers are grown in the sea, many and varied flowers.

Flowers bloom all year round.

A pair of butterflies danced on the sea of flowers, making a scene...

Fresh fruit, meat, paper and grass on the table in front of the tablet...

It's as if every day someone looks at her and perfumes her...

Song Wuoxiao stood in front of his grave and looked sadly at several large words on the tablet.

Oriental Xuan is so cruel!

She fought alongside him to bring the mountains back.

If the Queen was another woman, why didn't she let her take over the land?

And sent her bones back to their homeland.

But wasn't she killed by the Nine?

Didn't all the relatives get killed?

Who's going to clean her grave every day, feed her every day, incense her every day?

Standing in front of her grave, looking at her tombstone, she was really upset.

With a tight breath of pain in his heart, he remembered the little drip of Oriental Xuan in front of the building palace, grieving, tears couldn't help but flow.

Tears were so fierce that she closed her eyes.

Suddenly, her ears sounded like Oriental Xuan, and she opened her eyes in shock.

Everything in front of me has changed.

Not her hometown, not in front of her grave, but in the hospital ward, not in the eyes of Oriental Xuan, but in the face of Gu Zheng -