Please collect it.

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Zixuan felt more and more comfortable as people manipulated her, but she still couldn't breathe hard. When she was thinking of ways to signal to people that she had woken up, she heard Mrs. Ding sighing: "Oh, what a disaster, what a disaster."

Zixuan couldn't open her eyes and felt strange when she heard this, because the voice was too unfamiliar and it was not someone she knew: Where is she now? Because she couldn't see her, she reluctantly sniffed with her nose. She didn't feel like she was in the hospital, because

There was no hospital-specific smell of disinfectant. She subconsciously began to raise her ears and listen carefully to what the people around her were saying, trying to figure out where she was from their words. People surrounding her took it for granted that they were trying to save her.

, this thought made her feel at ease a lot.

But the more she listened, the more confused she became, and the more she couldn't figure out where she was: Did she hang herself? Madam, Lord Marquis? What kind of mess was this, and then she fainted again for some reason.

When she woke up again, she could already move her fingers slightly, but she had to use all her strength to do it; her hearing was better, because she was confused when she just woke up, so she listened more carefully because she

Now I want to know where I am even more.

Listening carefully to the conversation between the Madam, the Marquis, and Aunt Fang, she slowly heard a general idea; then, she thought of an impossible thing in a daze: Is she wearing it? No.

meeting.

It took a while for Zixuan, who was deeply shocked, to remember what she had heard: the people around her thought she was dead and were discussing how to deal with the aftermath.

She didn't want to be buried alive, so she wanted to remind people around her that she was still alive. Although she hadn't fully woken up from the shock of time travel, she didn't want to be treated as a dead person. She wanted to speak, but she tried with all her strength to do so.

She couldn't make a sound at all, because the harder she used her hand, the harder she held it, and she found that her left hand seemed to be holding something.

She couldn't see it, but based on her feeling, it was a hard thing with a rough surface; big or small, something suddenly flashed in her mind: the small stone that tripped her. Thinking of this,

Then she felt that the thing in her hand looked more like a stone, the same stone that tripped her - when she tripped, she still didn't believe that such a small stone could trip someone up.

When she thought that the stone in her hand might be that stone, her eyes suddenly became moist: Can stones be penetrated?

If it was really that stone that came with her, why didn't her body come with it? She still wanted her own body - although she was not too young, she still used her own body.

I'm very used to it, and I feel comfortable looking at my own face.

She was able to conclude that the body she had now was not hers because the people around her were obviously very familiar with her current body: if her body had come with her, it would have been in modern attire, which would definitely surprise the ancient people around her.

At this moment, she heard a high-pitched voice saying: "Madam, please don't blame the Marquis too harshly. It's not a bad thing that she died. She is really a big disaster to our family; and she is not ours."

Who can blame her for killing her because she committed suicide."

When Zixuan heard these words, she ignored the stones in her hands for the time being, and thought again about the fact that she was about to be buried alive: Well, it's too early to worry about being buried alive. She should be put into the coffin first. Thinking that she can speak later

Before speaking, she felt a chill as she was about to lie in the coffin. She wanted to tell the people around her that she actually preferred and was more accustomed to sleeping in a bed.

She disliked this person with a high-pitched voice. From her words and what she heard before, Zixuan had already guessed a lot of things. After thinking about it, she decided to quietly listen to what else the family would say, because

She was really curious: How did I harm the people around me?

She really doesn’t understand: people all commit suicide, how can they harm others? Those who harm others always force others to hang themselves. Her intuition is that I am innocent, and she also wants to know who killed me.

Forced to hang himself - you know the only way to die is through all the hardships.

Now she is the owner of this body. Of course, it is better to know more about the original owner, and at least make sure that no one is trying to harm me? People always have some scruples about speaking in front of a living person, but in front of a dead person, people will

To tell the truth; therefore, she wanted to pretend to be dead first, and then speak when she really had the strength, so as not to show that she was alive now and be strangled to death by some people who resented her.

When Zixuan heard that there would be a coffin for her to sleep in tomorrow, she was even more relieved and listened with peace of mind; so she deliberately slowed down her breathing - she didn't have to worry at all, those girls and women were messing around.

They were busy, some were sad, some were scared, how could they have thought that the dead person would come back to life? Just now she had indeed lost her breath, and the doctor could not feel her pulse. Naturally, no one thought that the person on the bed would now be alive again.

He is a living person.

Now she can open her eyes a little, but she can't open her eyes at the moment.

Mrs. Ding snorted coldly, and her voice was full of anger, which really didn't sound like an old man: "Shut up! You are an aunt in front of juniors, so don't talk nonsense if you don't understand." Originally, she gave up under Fang Fei's comfort.

She was so angry that she was made even more angry by the person with the shrill voice.

Fang Fei looked at Lord Ding and whispered to Mrs. Ding: "The Emperor and our Lord have grown up together since childhood, and their friendship is unusual. Maybe there is something else..."

"Even if the emperor wants to protect you, you still have to take care of everyone in the world. What's more, Zhu Zixuan committed suicide and died in our prince's house. You must know that she and your prince were personally married by the emperor. Now that she has committed suicide and died, it is our Ding.

The family slapped the royal family in the face; besides, you also know a lot about the affairs of the imperial court. There is a group of people who stare at our Ding family every day, eager to pick out the bones from the eggs. Do you think they will let go of such an opportunity? "

Mrs. Ding rubbed her forehead as she spoke: "No matter how high your Majesty is, the Emperor is afraid that our Ding family will suffer a lot this time." When she said this, she couldn't help but sigh: "I would have known her temper.

If it's so intense, it won't..." The words stopped abruptly.

"Why should mother blame herself so much," Fang Fei said softly: "It's all because my sister is so unlucky. She has been ill in bed for a long time because she misses her dead parents. Our Ding family often invites doctors to come, but every doctor looks at her

Everyone knows that my sister's illness is unknown; in short, heart disease can be cured with medicine, but even the great abilities of our Ding family cannot save my sister's parents."

She glanced at Mrs. Ding's face: "Besides, the Marquis has never had a blushing relationship with his wife, and everyone in the capital knows it; my sister is just following her parents now, and I think the emperor will understand.
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