[The sick, beautiful and miserable "real wife" who wants to die × the "concubine" who is constantly striving for self-improvement and violence.]
Ji Ruchun met Song Wanzhi twice and almost died in front of her.
The first time was a rainy night, which made the situation even more serious. It was like exploring the Cheng Mansion on a spring night. A moment of negligence led to someone chasing him, so he had to hide in Song Wanzhi's room. Facing the rapidly approaching knife tip, Song Wanzhi blocked the knife for her without saying a word and fell to the ground, blood gurgling out.
At that time, Ji Ruchun's heart had no fluctuations, and he was even a little bored. With her ability, she could have easily escaped and then waited for an opportunity to lure the enemy to escape in an uninhabited place. However, now she had to save people and risk killing people and dumping their bodies in the crowded Cheng Mansion.
At that time, one of them was the "official wife" of the Cheng family who could not help herself, and the other was a new concubine who had entered the family with ulterior motives. They had never met each other. Ji Ruichun didn't even see Song Wanzhi's face clearly that night.
The second time was a moonlit night, with the moonlight shining brightly. Ji Ruichun opened the door and saw a length of knotted white silk hanging from the beam. Song Wanzhi's expression was unprecedentedly relieved, and just as he was about to put his head into it, blood from new injuries on his wrists covered with old wounds was dripping on the ground.
This time, Ji Ruchun's eyelids were all split, her mind went blank and she quickly cut off the dazzling white silk, and lifted the already frail Song Wanzhi off the stool. With her eyes scarlet, she took the broken white silk and tightly wrapped it around Song Wanzhi's wrist.
Song Wanzhi's lips were pale, and the light in his eyes looked like candle wicks fluttering in the wind under the moonlight. His lips, which had long been silent, opened and closed. He shook his uninjured hand and wrote word by word on Ji Ruchun's arm:
[Ah Chun, I don't want to embarrass you. ]
Yongchunbao, to whom do you wake up? Carrying wine and buying flowers is not the same as the old days.
Purpose: Nothing major except death
