After meeting my deceased wife, I became the male lead's rival in love

"Mother, how is little sister?" the eldest son of the Fang family asked in a low voice.

That cautious appearance was afraid of disturbing the little girl who was sleeping.

Madam Fang put away the silver needle and shook her head distressed.

"I'm in a hurry, and I'm so depressed that I'm afraid that even waking up will be a problem."

Since the child was brought back from the heavy rain that day, he had been lethargic for three days.

In the past three days, she has been babbling in nightmares from time to time, and every word and every sentence bears the name Lingqiu.

But the child had already died outside Liu County.The brothers of the Fang family couldn't help feeling a little regretful, why didn't they send more people to look for Ling Qiu?

If more people were sent to look for those servants when they came to complain, their little sister would not be like this.

In fact, the people sent by the Fang family happened to be interfered by the signal from Lingqiu's subordinates to lure the hawks of the Hou family to take the bait, and they missed it by accident.

Otherwise, Lingqiu would probably take the opportunity to send another letter to the Houfu.

At that time, she was focused on delivering the letter to the border town and Fang Ziyue as soon as possible, and she didn't think about the Hou Mansion.

What's more, she is cautious in handling things, so it is naturally impossible to contact the Hou Mansion at that juncture.If the prime minister finds out, it will be an unsolvable trouble.

It is precisely this caution that has led to today's bad results.

The third son of the Fang family stood by the bed and thought silently, little girl, wake up quickly, even if you wake up to avenge Ling Qiu and kill those bandits.

wake up.

This is almost the voice of everyone in the Marquis of Sui'an.

"Why do you think you left without saying a word?" Fang Ziyue lay down dissatisfied with the man in the moon white gown with his back facing him, holding a blade of grass in his mouth.

Under the body is cool vegetation.I heard that there is no snow in Liucheng, and spring is early, maybe the grass has already grown?

"I don't have one." The slender man couldn't even hear his voice clearly from a distance.

But her rebuttal made Fang Ziyue's heart filled with sadness and anger.

"You still lie to me now?" The little princess jumped up.

The person opposite her had red eyes and a pitiful face, and she didn't know how much she had suffered on the way to escape.

"Won't you escape to the Hou's Mansion? Won't you ask the Hou's Mansion for help?"

Her brother and mother are all there, how stubborn is this person that he is unwilling to ask for help.

"Where are you going all the way south? It's not a border town, you don't go back to the capital, and you don't have letters. How anxious are you to get rid of me?"

The always domineering and willful little princess wiped her face in embarrassment, she couldn't see the person opposite crying.

When Lingqiu cried, it felt worse than cutting her own flesh with a knife.

When she simply thought about it, the pale and pitiful face of the person opposite turned into a blank.

"Even falling into a dream is my only wish..."

Fang Ziyue muttered and sat back on the grass.

When I was a child, I listened to operas, and there was an idiot who refused to leave after death, so I entered my husband's dream every night to befriend him.

Fang Ziyue didn't ask Lingqiu to sleep every night, as long as, as long as she fell asleep once to see her.

It's better than the four images she imagined.

Wronged and miserable, she didn't want Ling Qiu to get hurt, so she imagined that she was still wearing that moon-white dress.

But if he was robbed and killed by bandits, he would be covered in filth.

So who is this clean person she is waiting for?

But it was just another night of dreams.The sweet dream dreamed that she was safe and sound, dreamed that she went south safely, and lived the days when she finally got rid of her.

Fang Ziyue almost self-tortured the dream over and over again, even if Ling Qiu was willing to make love to others in a place where she couldn't see it.

Once frivolous, she swore an oath and forced Lingqiu to say that she was not allowed to be with others.

Live in the same bed, die in the same cave.

Ling Qiu is her person, and she even said that if she really finds someone else, she will kill that person and tie Ling Qiu.

If Ling Qiu resisted and wanted revenge, they would die together.

But the childishness of her youth will eventually dissipate, and when she matures, she realizes that when Ling Qiu dies, she would rather Ling Qiu be with others than live.

Live freely and live happily.

This went on and on for a long time, so long that the Sui'anhou's mansion was overcast, and so long that even Ling Qiu, who was far away in the south of the Yangtze River, had a nightmare.

The flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are blooming just right, and the orchid grass by the window is well cared for, elegant and chic.

The woman leaning against the window for a nap frowned, not resting peacefully.

In the vast white mist, she heard whispers one after another.

"do you hate me?"

If you don't hate me, why don't you want to tell me anything?

"Do you blame me?"

Don't blame me, why don't you want to be helped by the Marquis Mansion, and go south alone?

"You gone?"

If you haven't left, crossed the bridge of Naihe, and drank Mengpo soup, why don't you want to come to me in your dreams?

The familiar voice was full of hysterical grief, and Lingqiu burst into tears as soon as she heard it.

Tears flowed down the side of her face onto the orchid grass leaves under her feet, causing the leaves to shake up and down.

The person in the dream pushed through the thick fog, stumbling forward in search of the sound.

"Ling Yun...Ling Yun..."

The distant voice came again, and the little princess lying on the hillside waved her hand, without even the desire to turn around.

Here it is again, it's all her illusion, so don't disturb her thoughts.

"Where are you? I can't get out, Ling Yun, I'm afraid, where are you? I'm afraid, Ling Yun... Ling Yun..."

Fang Ziyue, who was annoyed over and over and couldn't calm down, sat up abruptly, her black eyes suppressed anger.

Probably because he had no scruples in his dream, the little princess walked into the thick fog cursing.

Even if the other party is something she imagined, but it has Ling Qiu's voice, that voice is full of anxiety and fear, Fang Ziyue can't bear to ignore it.

It's just... the fog this time is a bit strange.

In the past, when Fang Ziyue thought about it, the dense fog would disperse, but this time, no matter how hard she searched, she couldn't meet the other party after a long distance.

"Ling Yun!" The other party's voice became more and more anxious, almost crying.

Fang Ziyue's heart twitched, and she opened her mouth and shouted, "I'm here, don't be afraid, I'll find you."

The woman with her eyes closed and her hands clenched was babbling uneasily, the orchid leaves under her feet were wet with tears, and the tears disappeared after the wind blew.

Ling Qiu heard Fang Ziyue's response, and she calmed down quietly after being panicked.

It's just that the fog didn't disperse, and she could hear the more and more impatient curses from the person opposite.

A thought came to my mind, I am afraid they will never see it again.

So regardless of whether the other party is true or not, whether it is a dream or a spiritual connection, Ling Qiu put his hands on his lips and shouted with all his strength: "Ling Yun, listen to me."

"I'm still alive, and I suspended my death just to go south. I have a letter to send to the border town, have you seen it?"

It's a pity that the fog is getting thicker and thicker, and her voice is getting farther and farther away, becoming indistinct.

Frowning tightly, the little princess with an impatient face could only vaguely hear the words "General", "Hou", "Alive", and "Going south to the border city".

And when she asked, she only passed on a few words to Lingqiu, "capital", "rumor", and "death".

As soon as these words came out, Lingqiu's heart skipped a beat, and he woke up suddenly.

The teacup in hand was knocked to the ground by her, and the old housekeeper who was guarding the door heard a knock on the door and asked, "Miss, what's the matter?"

Ling Qiu remained silent, she sat by the window in a daze, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

My chest seemed to be clogged with cotton wool, I couldn't breathe, and my heart hurt from holding back.

She slowed down for a long time before suddenly taking a big breath, the choking in her throat made her want to cough up blood.

When the old butler heard the crying, he felt that it made him feel sad.

He pushed open the door, anxiously at a loss, and asked worriedly: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

The brocade handkerchief embroidered with bluegrass pattern was torn by Lingqiu, and she felt like a knife was torn at the thought of Fang Ziyue's wailing in her dream.

"Prepare the car, go to Beijing, hurry up!"

Ling Qiu's usually calm and calm expression became flustered, and the old housekeeper was taken aback.

He promised again and again and went out to prepare.

To be honest, he watched their young lady grow up, but he had never seen their young lady lose her composure in so many years.

When the wife passed away, the young lady was also young, and she didn't quite understand what death meant.

He just called her mother and shed tears, but he still wanted to cry softly like a good child so as not to disturb his wife's "sleep".

Since then, the lady has never cried no matter how much she has suffered and been bullied, and the old butler can't even imagine what happened today.

The nimble housekeeper prepared the horses and chariots, and Ling Qiu only had time to grab her own medicine box and set off on the road in a hurry.

And the Hou's Mansion as far away as the capital also ushered in the long-lost meeting.

"Ma'am, ma'am! Miss is awake!" The butler hurried in without caring about etiquette.

With dark eyes, Mrs. Fang, who had read medical books overnight in order to heal her daughter, heard that the book in her hand had dropped, and immediately came back to her senses and walked out quickly.

For ten days, Fang Ziyue fell into a coma for ten days.

When Mrs. Fang, full of excitement and joy, came to Fang Ziyue's room, she found that everyone around her looked strange.

Especially his eldest son, came over in a hurry after seeing her, and pulled her aside like a thief.

Before Mrs. Fang had time to speak to her beloved daughter, she heard the eldest son whisper: "Mother, something serious has happened, my little sister has lost her memory!"

"What?!" Mrs. Fang was shocked.

She quickly asked, "What's going on?"

The eldest son of Fang's face turned bitter when he heard the words, and he frowned and said, "Zi Yue insisted that she had a wife who worked as a doctor in the border town, and also said that if she didn't make great achievements and become a general, her wife wouldn't marry her."

"However, the wife she talks about is only Lingqiu alone, and Lingqiu is already dead?"

"You...you didn't tell her the truth?" Mrs. Fang's face was ugly.

"I said it." The eldest brother of the Fang family's face was wrinkled into a bun. He wondered: "But I dare not say it deeply. If I talk too much, my little sister will turn pale and get angry."

They were afraid that she would vomit blood and pass out again, so no one dared to say anything.

Mrs. Fang also suffered from difficulties after hearing the words. The illness cannot be rushed, so she can only take care of it slowly.

"It's too late, mother."

Mrs. Fang saw her eldest son slapping her thigh, and she hated iron and steel, saying: "Little sister insists on going to the border town, and she will leave today. She is going to make meritorious deeds and marry a wife. We won't listen to what we say."

"Mother, you are very capable, please take care of my little sister. She has been in a coma for so long, and her body is still suffering. Now she has to go to the border town as soon as she wakes up. Isn't this nonsense?!"

But when she was messing around, Fang Ziyue always felt that there was a voice in her heart urging her to find her lover quickly.

Going south, border towns, generals, doctors...

Her wife is practicing medicine and saving lives in a border town, so she always has to stay close.

Fang Ziyue was stubborn, no one said it was useless, in the end Mrs. Fang went out in person, and she was worthy of keeping her for a day.

On the second day, Fang Ziyue's complexion was not so good and she set off lightly, she didn't bring much, she was wearing a war robe and black and red clothes wrapped in her luggage.

It was sewn for her by her beloved wife, and she had to take it with her.

Take, go find her.