Jiang Yue's low-grade fever was coming fiercely and without any warning.
She couldn't even tell what was real and what was fake.
Jiang Yue seemed to hear the dense sound of chanting in his ears, and what he saw was a palace covered with yellow talismans, like some appalling ritual scene.
When Jiang Yue was a child, she was most afraid of these nagging things, and she didn't like the smell of incense chopsticks.
Every year during the sacrifice, she would hide behind her mother, holding her hand tightly and hiding her face, wishing she could close her ears so that she could neither see nor hear anything.
Her princess palace has become a place for rituals? She really wouldn't let her live in peace even if she died.
In the nightmare, Jiang Yue was so frightened that he screamed. His hand that was grasping in the air was held in the palm of his hand, and he was gently comforted. There seemed to be a gentle voice beside him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
"I'm here."
Jiang Yue gradually relaxed her stiff body, opened her eyes in a daze, and struggled to raise her moist eyelashes stained with sweat. She saw a man with a pale face, and some green stubble appeared on his chin. I didn't have time to deal with it.
Zhou Ji saw that she was awake and touched her forehead: "Are you feeling better?"
Jiang Yue's body was still very weak, so he curled up into the quilt again. Without answering, he closed his eyes again and fell asleep.
Zhou Ji frowned deeply, and the worry in her eyes was too thick to disappear. She got sick too easily.
If you don't pay attention, you will become a wilted rose.
It still needs to be taken care of well.
He was afraid that the little rose was slowly withering.
Jiang Yue has been sick for three days, and Zhou Ji's work has piled up in these three days. Things that cannot be handled at home are thrown to the assistant.
There are a few meetings that I really can’t push.
Assistant Shen was so anxious that he almost got angry. He bravely called his boss and said, "Sir, this medical project cannot be done without you being present."
This project is very important.
The Gu family and the Fu family are also involved.
The multinational pharmaceutical companies under the Zhou family have almost taken up the entire market share.
Zhou Ji said in a cold tone: "Let's change it to online."
Assistant Shen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this: "Okay, I'll inform the others right away."
Zhou Ji hung up the phone and used a thermometer to check the temperature of the unconscious person on the bed. The fever was almost gone.
Jiang Yue's sobriety was very short in the past three days. Every time she woke up, Zhou Ji seemed to be by her side. He seemed as if he would never be tired, and it seemed as if he didn't need to rest these days, as long as he was always by her side. Just fine.
This is no different for her than recovering from a serious illness.
She found that on the fifteenth day of each month, her body would be a little weaker than usual, and she didn't know why.
Or maybe she has such a mouth that she can't say bad things about herself casually.
The last time I swore a poisonous oath, I really died.
This time I just told a little lie, saying I wasn't feeling well, and then I got really sick again.
"I postponed your show for a week for you."
Zhou Ji told her while giving her medicine.
Jiang Yue obediently opened her mouth, swallowed the bitter pills, and swallowed several mouthfuls of water. She said, her voice sounding weak and weak: "Yes, I understand."
The dream she had this time was really tiring.
In the dream, Zhou Fuwei knelt in front of her tomb and slowly wiped her tombstone with a handkerchief.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the sky is filled with snow.
Zhou Fuwei seemed to be in poor health and had been coughing. He took off his crane cloak and dressed in black just like when they first met. He poured a glass of wine in front of him but did not drink it.
A powerful minister who is extremely humane, seems to be extremely lonely at this moment.
It seemed that there was no one more lonely than him in the world.
"Princess, I only have this life to pay you."
The clear voice seemed to be saying something very calm.
It was calm and calm, and I couldn't hear the ups and downs of emotions.
In the next moment, the dagger almost cut off the man's wrist. The blood was like a meandering river, instantly dyeing the white snow on the ground red.
The snowy water is mixed with a bright red color, which is shocking.
The man died quietly at her grave.
Jiang Yue didn't expect that someone like Zhou Fuwei would commit suicide? He actually committed suicide, so neatly and decisively without any hesitation or reluctance.
The regent, who held all the power in the government, was actually willing to die peacefully.
Jiang Yue was thinking about these things in a daze. It wasn't until she heard Zhou Ji talking to her that she came back from her trance.
"Forget it."
The more she thought about it, the paler her face turned.
Zhou Ji reached out and touched her face carefully, feeling that she was so weak that she could easily break.
She had been in nightmares these days, often murmuring words that he couldn't quite understand.
She cried and called her mother and father.
She cried quietly, her tears falling like broken pearls, sliding down her collarbone and sinking deep into her collar.
Zhou Ji seemed to be unable to wipe away her tears no matter how hard she wiped them. She was not stupid, her eyes were very clear, but she was not very good at hiding herself.
Her identity has long been revealed like a sieve.
To him, it was no longer a secret.
Jiang Yue looked gloomy, and his energy was still not very good, as if his soul had been taken away and returned to its original place, so exhausted.
She couldn't help but ponder, what did Zhou Fuwei mean by what he said in front of the tombstone?
He wanted to pay for her life.
He owed her something and should pay it back.
So was it really Zhou Fuwei who sent someone to poison her? In this case, why should he pretend to pay for her life three years later?
Jiang Yue's mind was in a mess, like a mess, so he put the matter aside for the time being.
Even if it was Zhou Fuwei who did it, she couldn't turn into a ghost to take his life now.
The past is like smoke, Princess Mingyi died more than a thousand years ago, at the best age.
Even if Zhou Fuwei sacrificed his life, it would not help.
Princess Mingyi is dead and will never come back.
"Where is the bracelet your mother gave you during the Chinese New Year?"
Zhou Ji suddenly mentioned it, and Jiang Yue was stunned for a moment, remembering that Mrs. Zhou gave her a blessed bracelet on New Year's Eve, saying it had the effect of warding off evil spirits and calming the soul.
"In the dresser drawer."
Hearing this, the man stood up, found the bracelet, walked up to her again, looked down at her dumbfounded: "Hand out your hand."
Jiang Yue hesitated for a few seconds and handed his hand to him.
Zhou Ji lowered her head and carefully helped her put on the bracelet. The man who had always been materialistic actually turned to God at this moment.
Wish her good health.
I pray that she will live a long life.
No more nightmares.
Jiang Yue looked at the thin and beautiful bracelet on her hand, quietly hid her wrist under the quilt, and whispered thank you to him.
She quietly curled up her fingers, wondering vaguely, is this Zhou Ji's love?
Moisturizing things are hidden silently in the inadvertent details.
She used to be able to tell that Zhou Ji had a little crush on her.
But I didn’t think there were many.
Zhou Ji's change in attitude towards her was just out of curiosity.
What he liked was her skin.
Rather than the sparkling soul under the beautiful skin.
Her Royal Highness the Princess blinked and looked at the man with slightly furrowed eyebrows and a tired but solemn expression. She suddenly said: "Zhou Ji, you don't like me."
Love based on lust is too shallow.
She doesn't want it.
She still wants to be a great hero wielding a sword to the end of the world, and she wants to be a heroine who shines equally.
Only two equally shining souls can fit together perfectly.
The man's eyelashes trembled twice like the wings of a butterfly. He pursed his lips, his voice was hoarse, but his tone was extremely calm and serious: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhou, this is very difficult."
