Hao'er was born like Yi Zhijun, with red lips and white teeth, pink and jade carved, and beautiful and flowing light.

Black eyes, watery, very cute.

But he kept running disgusting snot and saliva, grinning at people, and couldn't speak clearly in his little mouth.

A fool.

He can speak for three months and recite "The Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" for six months. The little prodigy in Pingcheng, who is strange in the city, has now become a completely fool. Although he is already three years old, he can only snore and eat his saliva, put his fingers in his mouth and bite and suck. His eyes are dull. When he sees the graceful beauty, he grin and calls his mother foolishly.

Ignorance, silly and stupid.

Yi Zhijun trembled with her hands and carefully hugged Hao'er from Fu Ningyuan's arms.

While kissing his pink cheeks, she murmured in tears: "Did you scare you again when you are sick? Don't be afraid, Mom is here, Mom is looking for a doctor for you, Mom will protect you, we are not afraid..."

"Mom..." Hao'er blinked her watery eyes, bent her eyes, and shouted softly, "Mom...Mom..."

His little mouth opened, he held Yi Zhijun's fingers in his mouth, grinned and his saliva flowed out.

Fu Ningyuan frowned slightly and asked the maid: "Have you seen the wife today? What did she say?"

The maid suddenly knelt on the ground and said tremblingly: "The Lord of the Immortal Palace said that the wife was heartbroken yesterday, so let us... prepare for the funeral as soon as possible..." The voice became smaller and smaller, and the whole person was crawling on the ground.

Fu Ningyuan clenched his fists in his broad sleeves. He waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "You all go down."

Turning around and looking at the woman on the bed.

Yi Zhijun seemed to have not heard the news that her deadline was approaching, so she hugged the child in her arms, her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and she laughed: "Hao'er, have you missed your mother these days, are you not good? Well... Good boy, my mother misses Hao'er too."

Her skin was as pale as paper, her shoulders were thin, her hair was black and snowy, like a gorgeous female ghost.

Fu Ningyuan suddenly realized how long it had been since she was basking in the sun.

How long has he kept her in this room?

One year, two years, or three years?

He can't remember it clearly, either.

Fu Ningyuan spoke in a hoarse voice: "Zhijun, do you want to go shopping in the yard?"

Yi Zhijun's eyelashes trembled slightly and raised her eyes carefully.

There was a humble expectation in his eyes: "I...can I?"

Fu Ningyuan suddenly turned his face away, not daring to look at her tearful eyes full of hope.

"Of course..." He took a breath, his voice was dry, and it was as hard as a sand gong: "Zhijun, how can you talk to me in this tone? You used to... you never talk to me like this."

Shouldn’t the tone of the eldest lady of the Yi family be always lawless?

How could it become so small and humble and lowly in the dust?

Fu Ningyuan felt that his heart was being pinched hard, and it hurt so hard that he could not breathe.

Yi Zhijun shrank a little, hugged Hao'er in his arms, and whispered: "I'm afraid I'll make you unhappy again, so you won't ask for a doctor for Hao'er." She put her forehead on Hao'er's face and rubbed her eyes, her eyes were empty and dark, "My Hao'er must not get sick again, be good, live for a hundred years, don't get sick... If you are sick, you will have no doctor and die like your mother..."

Fu Ningyuan suddenly looked up: "Who told you that Haoer was sick and didn't hire a doctor?"

"Yan Nu..." Yi Zhijun pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled bitterly, "She said that on the day Hao'er was sick, you were at her and heard you personally telling the servant not to hire a doctor, pretending that Hao'er was not sick." Yi Zhijun lowered her head and his voice was faint, "But my Hao'er was obviously sick, he had a high fever and became a fool..."

Fu Ningyuan clenched his fists, his face dark and silent.

Yi Zhijun looked up and smiled weakly: "You did this to avenge your child with Yan Nu?" She felt a little aggrieved and pursed her lips, "But I don't know you like her. If you like her so much, I might..."

Fu Ningyuan looked at her with dark eyes.

She smiled, and did not continue to say, but said, "No, maybe I deserve it, I will not like you, and I always do things that make you bored. You should hate me now. I wish I could die sooner and avenge you and Yan Nu's children."

Fu Ningyuan opened his lips and wanted to say something, but then shivered and shut up.

"Ayuan, can you stop here? I killed Yan Nu's child. I have been tortured by you for so many years. People are not like humans, ghosts are not like ghosts. I am about to die. Let's get through, okay?" Yi Zhijun took two steps forward, and his eyes were filled with a faint light on the verge of death. "My Hao'er deserves it, and shouldn't be reincarnated into my stomach, which makes you bored, but your blood is also flowing from his body..." Yi Zhijun suddenly stopped and she smiled bitterly, "Why am I stupid again? How can Hao'er compare to Yan Nu's child in your heart?"

Fu Ningyuan took a long breath, laughing even worse than crying: "Zhijun, let's go out for a walk."

The fallen flowers and autumn floss are slight and the smoke is slightly thin. The backyard of Yifu is full of purple flowers and wild chrysanthemums, and purple light is flowing.

Yi Zhijun's pale face was clean and transparent under the warm sun.

She patted Hao'er on the back and said softly: "Autumn is here..."

"Zhijun, you are weak, let me hug Hao'er."

Fu Ningyuan stretched out his hand and wanted to take Hao'er away from Yi Zhijun's arms, but Yi Zhijun avoided him sideways.

It seemed like a thread in my head was too tight and was pulled open.

She suddenly started to attack.

The watery eyes were filled with alertness and anxiety, and he said hurriedly: "Don't touch my Hao'er, he is very obedient, don't hit him!"

"I didn't hit him, Zhijun, I'm afraid..."

"Don't come over, don't touch Hao'er, get out of here! You all want to kill my Hao'er, and you all want to let him die! Get out of here!"

Yi Zhijun retreated step by step, feeling a little excited, and his eyes were frightened and frightened.

"Okay, okay, I won't touch you. Zhijun, don't move around. There is a flower bed behind you. Be careful of falling." Fu Ningyuan frowned.

Suddenly, a gentle sound was heard floating.

"Sister, are you in good health? Yan Nu is very worried." Yan Nu supported Yi Zhijun's body, which kept retreating, with a worried look on his face.

"Mom..." Hao'er in Yi Zhijun's arms suddenly stretched out his hand at Yan Nu, smiled foolishly, and shouted at Yan Nu: "Mom...Mom..."

Yi Zhijun grabbed Hao'er's hand, looked frightened and said anxiously: "Hao'er, Mom is here, she is not your mother, I am!"

Hao'er laughed foolishly and shouted at Yan Nu: "Mom...Mom..."

Yi Zhijun grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, murmured: "She is not your mother...I am, I am... Why do you all want her, don't want me, why don't you like me..." Yi Zhijun was so scared that his eyes turned black, his painstorm, and he leaned his head back and fell back.

Fu Ningyuan hugged Yi Zhijun and Hao'er in her arms in two steps.

"What's wrong with sister?" Yan Nu made a worried expression.

Fu Ningyuan sternly said: "Get back and don't show up in the backyard again."

Yan Nu's face turned pale and he said calmly: "Yes."

Fu Ningyuan held Yi Zhijun and rushed to the room where Gong Jiu lived, and pushed open Gong Jiu's room: "Sir Immortal Palace, Master Immortal Palace, come and see my wife, she fainted just now."

Gong Jiu ejaculated a red line and buckled it on Yi Zhijun's wrist, and glanced at Fu Ningyuan angrily: "Why did she get angry again? Are you afraid that she would not die fast enough? If you hate her, just kill her directly. Why bother with me like this?"

Fu Ningyuan's face was pale: "What the Immortal Palace means...is it no rescue?"

Gong Jiu closed the red line and snorted: "Anyway, I have no choice."

Fu Ningyuan handed Hao'er over to the wet nurse and took Yi Zhijun back to her own house.

After quietly looking at her sleeping face for a while, Fu Ningyuan left and went to Zhijun Temple alone.

Zhijun Temple was built by Mr. Yi for Yi Zhijun five years ago. Everyone can get three cents by placing an incense stick of Yi Zhijun in this temple. Therefore, the city is full of people, and the blessings are thousands of miles away. The incense is prosperous, which has saved many beggars.

Fu Ningyuan was originally quite disgusted with this temple.

Where can there be gods in this world? If so, how could so many believers in the world be displaced and bullied?

At that time, he did not understand Mr. Yi's despair, panic and worries.

Now, in the days before Yi Zhijun's life was about to disappear, I suddenly understood.

Once a person is forced to the end of his journey, he will only pray to God and Buddha to comfort people's hearts.

Fu Ningyuan knelt on the cushion and recited the scriptures silently.

The person enshrined in Zhijun Temple is the statue of Yi Zhijun. The statue is nine-point similar to Yi Zhijun, but there is no such ostentation between the eyebrows and eyes.

Now that glamorous glamour is gradually disappearing from Yi Zhijun's face with the hardships of time.

All that remained was panic and fear.

And the madness after taking the medicine.

The medicine was obtained by him from a foreign merchant. It was a chronic poison. It took a long time to apply medicine. Over time, it could make people confused and die in a mad manner. The merchant told him that the medicine was colorless and tasteless, and even the gods could not detect it.

Fu Ningyuan gave this medicine to Yi Zhijun and Mr. Yi at the same time.

It took Mr. Yi six months to die on his sickbed.

But it took Yi Zhijun three years.

Fu Ningyuan was soft-hearted.

When Yi Zhijun made him angry again, he drugged her, but almost the next day he would start to feel distressed and ask the doctor to treat him. Another day, he would make him angry again, so he would do it again, feel distressed again, and then do it again.

The beautiful and beautiful lady, as long as she bit her finger and told him what she wanted, she would be willing to die even if she asked him to die.

But it's an old dream after all.

Scholars have studied hard for decades and have only been able to cultivate their pride.

What's more, Fu Ningyuan is still a poor scholar.

The most valuable thing about him is his despicable and shameful self-esteem.

But Yifu just stepped on this self-esteem in the soil and crushed it with more than a dozen feet.

How could he not hate him?
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