The Cold Regent Keeps a Fox as a Consort

Xiao Xi opened his eyes slowly, as if covered with a fog curtain, and vaguely saw a woman who was half-curved with a towel on her head, standing in front of her bed.

This is where?

Xiao Xi pressed her palm to the bed and tried to sit up. Suddenly her head was dizzy and her arms were weak. The woman supported her in time and took a thick pillow to let her sit on the bed.

"Child, are you awake?"

Xiao Xi's eyes gradually became clear, and her pupils were confused when she saw the woman's concerned eyes.

"Who are you? Why am I here?"

The woman is about forty years old, with a pair of rough hands, apparently due to the perennial farm work.

But Xiao Xi can be sure that she didn't know the woman. She swept all around, with all the rough wood furniture and the smell of the farmhouse. The cleaning was clean and refreshing, which was also comfortable.

The woman suddenly burst into tears: "Boy, don't you even know the mother? My poor child, you fell into the pond of the West Village and almost drowned. Finally, you were rescued from the ghost gate. How could you save you? Mother forgot?"

Xiao Xi: "..."

The woman was crying, her rough hands holding Xiao Xi's face, looking at the scars on her forehead. The woman continued to cry and said, "My poor child, the stone in the river pond must have been damaged You don’t remember Niang, because of your head. Niang then asked the doctor to help you."

The woman walked out of the room crying, and Xiao Xi recovered from her ignorance.

She rubbed her sore temple, her dull brain, and her memory became blurred. Except for the word "Xi'er", she couldn't think of anything that had happened, as if someone erased her memory.

But Xiao Xi was inexplicably assured that this strange woman was not her mother.

About half an hour later, the woman returned, followed by a young doctor carrying a medicine chest.

"Dr. Yao, look at my child quickly. Did she get her head broken? Forget me even her mother."

The woman's temper was very irritable, and her eyes were red when she spoke, and the tears rolled out silently. Instead of crying loudly this time, she lifted the back of her hand and wiped the tears off her face.

Xiao Xi glanced at the woman. The kind of concerned and nervous look was not fake, the woman was really worried about Xiao Xi.

Anyone who sees this scene will be moved by it, thinking that Xiao Xi is the woman's biological daughter.

"Aunt Song, don't worry, I will diagnose her pulse."

Yao Sheng put down the medicine box on his back, and did not care to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and said to Xiao Xi: "Girl Song, can you extend your hand?"

Yao Sheng was white and clean, and he was steamed by the sun outside. His face was like a mature peach. The white was red, and when he saw Xiao Xi’s haunted wrist, he said "offended", finger It was on her veins.

Xiao Xi smiled slightly. He is a doctor, who diagnoses people's veins, saves lives and helps wounds. How can there be no offense?

"Dr. Yao, my daughter's injured head, what's the use of her pulse diagnosis? You can help her look at her head!" Aunt Song saw Yao Sheng's pulse diagnosis of Xiao Xi without any hassle, and stepped forward, gently Touched the green silk on Xiao Xi's forehead, revealing a small and large scar.

"Aunt Song, Yao knows that Song Girl hurt her head." Yao Sheng is the best doctor in the village. He was quiet in the doctor's office, and his voice calmed down.

"Mother, don't worry, I'm fine." Xiao Xi said comfortably to Aunt Song.

Aunt Song was stunned, looking at the smile on Xiao Xi's face, she suddenly realized that she was not acting properly. The Yao family was a doctor who was notoriously "not easy to speak" in this village. Ask you, if you say one more word, he will turn his face.

Aunt Song withdrew her hand and said with a smile: "Dr. Yao, you have worked hard, I will go out now, I will go out..."

When Ms. Song went out, she looked at Xiao Xi again, and her caring eyes looked like a warm current flowing into Xiao Xi's heart.

Only Yao Sheng and Xiao Xi are left in the room.

Yao Sheng took a pulse for Xiao Xi and carefully examined the scar on her forehead on one side, her eyebrows twisted.

Xiao Xi blinked, did not speak, and seemed to wait for Yao Sheng to speak again.

After a moment.

"Miss Song, your body has no problem, you can recover after a few more days of rest, but... your memory is washed away by a strong spiritual force, and in a short period of time, you cannot condense together." Tell Xiao Xi.

Xiao Xi was a little surprised, his memory was broken by spiritual force?She did not understand, what is this spiritual power?

"How long can I recover my memory?"

"It's hard to say, maybe a few years, maybe a dozen years, maybe you can't condense in a lifetime, but maybe there is a way to help you condense your memory..."

Before Yao Sheng finished his speech, the wooden door was pushed open. Aunt Song came in with her red eyes and tears in her voice: "Lost memory? No wonder you don't even remember your mother, my poor... …"

Aunt Song flung to the bed, holding Xiao Xi to continue crying and howling.

Yao Sheng glanced at Aunt Song, shook her head, and picked up the medicine chest. She didn't even need to pay for the consultation and left.

...

After seven or eight days passed, Xiao Xi's body was almost as good as he was, and he could help Aunt Song to do what she could, but every time Xiao Xi wanted to help Aunt Song, Aunt Song would stop Xiao Xi and say that she was It just happened to be impossible to sweep the floor, wash clothes, and even wipe the table.

Auntie Song and her couple lived on crops, and their lives were not poor, but they were also very tight, but they never lost Xiao Xi’s diet. Three meals a day must be filled with meat to Xiao Xi.

In the evening, Aunt Song returned from the cornfield and carried two large baskets of corn. She said to Song Pingyong, who was chopping wood: "Lao Song, you will take these two baskets of corn to sell in the Santo City early tomorrow, and return to the old hen Make up for our daughter."

Song Pingyong's dark face grinned: "Good!"

Xiao Xi stood at the door and saw Aunt Song put down two large baskets of corn, rubbed her sore arm, and went to cook again. She hurried over.

"Mother, let me help you cook! You see your tired arm hurts."

"No, the mother is not tired, Xi'er, you are good. You can't do all these tasks. The mother can do it."

"mother……"

What Xiao Xi wanted to say, Aunt Song interrupted her, and said with a loving smile: "Mother is just like you, a baby girl, how can you afford to do this? You go back to the room and sit down for a while, the mother will do well soon Meal, today Niang makes fish for you, and tomorrow when your father buys an old hen, Niang simmers old hen soup for you."

In the setting sun, the fascination of sunset glowed on Song Auntie's loving face, which was the great glory of her mother's selflessness.

Xiao Xi didn't know what to say?I could only watch Aunt Song walk into the kitchen, and after a while, the smoke of cooking smoke, the sizzling sound of the oil pan, and the smell of rice.

After dinner, Xiao Xi returned to the room, thinking of Yao Sheng's unfinished words, she decided to go to Yao Sheng tomorrow and ask clearly.

In another room.

Aunt Song and Song Pingyong sat on the bed, Song Pingyong frowned tightly and sighed.

"Wife, it’s not a matter of you to hide her like this. When she was unconscious, the son who sent her said that she would come back after a month, and Xier would leave, she should know. We lie to her like this, only to fear that she will hate us by then."

"Yao Sheng said Xi'er had amnesia, and the son came, and Xi'er wouldn't know him. I was bitch to death, and Xi'er was my daughter-in-law, and he couldn't take Xi'er, Old Song, I can warn you, you dare Talking to Xier in front of me, I won’t spare you. Remember to me, now Xier is our daughter-in-law. Whoever wants to take my daughter-in-law, I will desperately fight with him."

"Wife, aren't you unreasonable to do this? Xi'er is not our biological daughter after all..."

"I don't care. After so many years, we haven't been able to give birth to a child. Watching the dolls of other people grow up every day, become big guys, and become pretty girls. Have you thought about my feelings? I also think To have a child, I also want to hear the child call me a maiden, Xi'er is a maiden given to us by God. Lao Song, do you hear that? She calls me a maiden and your dad every day, you have the heart to treat such a good one Maiden off?"

Song Pingyong saw Aunt Song’s fierce eyes turned red, and he followed them with red eyes. He was useless. After so many years, he could not give her a child. He always knew that she wanted a child very much. Seeing the children of others, Aunt Song's eyes were both envious and lonely.

The arrival of Xiao Xi undoubtedly filled out the desire for children in Aunt Song's heart...

...

Early the next morning, Song Pingyong went to Shengdu to sell corn, and Aunt Song went to the cropland.

Xiao Xi got up and pushed open the door, and the fresh air was blowing out, she was refreshed.

Xiao Xi didn't know where Yao Sheng lived?

But Yao Sheng is the doctor in this village. Just ask a villager to ask, it is not difficult to know Yao Sheng's residence.

When Xiao Xi found Yao Sheng, he was already drying herbs in the yard, wearing a green cloth robe, his fingers were clean and white, and he was also meticulous in his work.

"Miss Song, why are you here? What's wrong?"

Yao Sheng was approachable when he didn't diagnose the pulse.But everyone familiar with Yao Sheng knows that looking for him has nothing to do except seeing a doctor. Even if he says more to you, he feels like a waste of speech.

Xiao Xi walked into the yard, and the air was full of herbal fragrance: "Last time, Dr. Yao said that there is a way to help me recover my memory. What do I want to know?"

Yao Sheng put the last bit of herbs in a bamboo sieve, took the veil from his sleeve, wiped his hands, and walked towards Xiao Xi.

Xiao Xi gazed at Yao Sheng's hand-wiping movement, and looked a little fascinated, as if there were once a pair of slender white jade fingers that were clean, and if you touched a little water, you had to wipe your hands with a clean veil.

"Spirit Stone." Yao Sheng said.

Xiao Xi looked back, raised his eyes, and looked at Yao Sheng who had come to her. When he was about to ask where there was a spirit stone, a clear voice came.

"Don't dream, the Song family is so poor that they don't even have the money to buy fish and meat. How can they afford the spirit stone? The spirit stone is a treasure that the nobles of the Holy Capital can only afford. The Song family can't afford it for a lifetime. "

Bai Lian walked in brightly, looked at Xiao Xi very unfriendlyly, and scolded in his heart, this shameless poor girl, dare to stare at her fiance's hand?

It's too cheap.