After being killed by the villain husband

The mother in the dream smiled ferociously: "My child, don't hate me, I can only live if you die!"

The fire spread to his eyes in an instant. Seeing that the flames were getting higher and higher, they were about to devour the young child. Soon, the child's clothes began to burn. The sudden rise in temperature made him feel so much pain that he would rather die immediately... He rolled on the ground and tried to extinguish the fire, but it was counterproductive and slowly rolled into the fire.

Shang Shixu shouted, "Mother, don't kill me!"

Lin Jingmo woke up from the bed with a scream. She sat up and saw Shang Shixu who was leaning against the bed seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, trembling and calling mother in a whisper.

Afraid that forcibly shaking him awake would startle him, Lin Jingmo hurried out of the bed barefoot without putting on his shoes, blew the fire and lit the candle, knelt beside him with the candle in his hand, and softly called: "Husband, husband..."

The fire in the dream seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. Shang Shixu heard Lin Jingmo's call, and the young child looked up at the dark sky...it seemed to be slowly glowing.

Shang Shixu finally opened his eyes slowly, and under the warm yellow candlelight, Lin Jingmo's face appeared clearly.

"Madam!" Shang Shixu hugged Lin Jingmo tightly.

Lin Jingmo carefully held the candle tightly with one hand, and gently stroked Shang Shixu's back with the other hand, and said, "Have you had a nightmare, sir?"

Shang Shixu didn't reply, but just buried his face into Lin Jingmo's neck, feeling her body temperature. He was almost burned to death in his dream just now, but he felt icy cold when he woke up.

In this world, everyone is likely to betray themselves, even their biological mother.

Shang Shixu understood that she had suffered the most suffering in the world for herself, and she was so insane that she caused the fire more than ten years ago.

He can forgive everything, even if he is covered in bruises.

But he won't trust anyone anymore...

Lin Jingmo touched his back and found that he was covered in cold sweat, gradually soaking his underwear.

She gently pushed Shang Shixu who was hugging her and said, "My husband's clothes are all wet, if you don't change them, it will be bad if you catch the wind."

When Shang Shixu heard the words, he let go of Lin Jingmo.

Seeing that his eyes were dull, Lin Jingmo seemed to have been hit by something, so he stretched out his hand and gently pushed down his underwear. The shocking scars on the man's bare chest seemed to show the indelible pain of Shang Shixu and Zeng Jing.

Lin Jingmo frowned in distress, and couldn't help reaching out to gently stroke Shang Shixu's scars. She didn't ask how these scars came about, because she wanted to make up for his past injuries more than the reason.

People always have to look forward and keep uncovering scars. Isn't it another kind of massacre to the soul?

Lin Jingmo's shallow kiss fell on Shang Shixu's chest, as if she was comforting those painful pasts in this way.

Through the light, she saw the scars on Shang Shixu's side face from being whipped by Yan Chushan, the third king of Beiyan, and recalled that Shang Shixu went to the Beiyan military camp at the risk of his own life to save her.

Lin Jingmo's eyes gradually became moist. She leaned close to Shang Shixu's scar and blew it lightly, because she had also been whipped, and when the wound was almost healed, it was always itchy. She wanted to relieve Shang Shixu's pain in this way.

Shang Shixu's breathing gradually became short, and he turned his head slightly, just in time to touch Lin Jingmo's lips, which were blowing on his scar.

An ambiguous air filled the whole room.

Lin Jingmo pushed back, raised his eyes to look at Shang Shixu, his eyes as clear as water were full of tenderness.

Shang Shixu then pulled Lin Jingmo up and put him on the bed, then he reached out and rudely put down the apron on the bed...

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The matter in the northern border has been settled. On the surface, it seems that there is no need for them to investigate by themselves, and the real culprit has already been arrested. However, Shang Shixu and Yu Qianzhi did not leave immediately. They seemed to be mourning the bleak end of this old general who had devoted half of his life to the country.

Finally, on the day of Lu Anmin's funeral, Uncle Sun, the housekeeper who had served the general all his life, also hanged himself in his room. No one cared about the reason for his death, they just praised this loyal servant who had gone with the Lord, and collected his body for a hasty burial.

Lin Jingmo didn't know about this, because she had already boarded the carriage back to Beijing with her husband.

A few days later, the two of them returned to the Shang Mansion. When they heard that Lin Jingmo had returned, Mama Li hurriedly ran from the main courtyard to the front hall. She anxiously checked whether Lin Jingmo was injured. Her eyes were full of grievances, and tears could not stop streaming down. Seeing this, Lin Jingmo hurriedly got up and said, "What's wrong with Mama Li?"

"The girl left a letter saying that she went to the north, but Mama Li was so anxious. Lord Shangshu found out and sent someone to look for you immediately, but luckily you didn't send back any news!" Mama Li checked again, and after confirming that Lin Jingmo was not injured, she reached out and wiped her tears casually, and then scolded Shuangyin next to Lin Jingmo: "It must be your heartless little hoof. If Mr. Shu asks, I will tell the truth and send you out after skinning you!"

Hearing this, Shuangyin hurriedly knelt down on the ground, lowered her head and begged, "I don't dare anymore! I don't dare anymore. I beg my mother not to drive me out."

Seeing this, Lin Jingmo wiped away the tears for Mama Li, and said: "Okay, Mama Li, we are already notorious, so don't say such cruel words. Besides, I am the master and she is the servant, and I force her. Does she dare to come with me?" After Lin Jingmo finished speaking, he looked at Mama Li carefully and said, "Mama Li has lost a lot of weight in the past few days. It is my fault. Mama Li can scold me if she wants to vent her anger."

Li's mother was relieved and said: "The villain is really worried that the girl will suffer when she is alone."

Shang Shixu put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Mother Li, don't worry, Madam is fine, please trouble Madam Li to prepare the bedding for me. From today on, I will live in the main courtyard with Madam."

Li's mother looked at Lin Jingmo in surprise and joy when she heard the words, but Lin Jingmo lowered her head in embarrassment with a blushing face.

"Oh, don't worry, my aunt, I've prepared it for you in the cupboard in the main courtyard!" Mother Li replied happily.

Shang Shixu took Lin Jingmo's hand with a smile and said, "I'm going back to the capital, and I'm going to the Yamen to get my hair done. Madam, rest well and wait for me to come back."

Lin Jingmo was so shy that he didn't dare to look up, but just replied: "Okay."

After Shang Shixu left, Mother Li ordered her servants to bathe Lin Jingmo.

Lin Jingmo walked into the warm tub and sat down, slowly closing her eyes. For some reason, she suddenly remembered the nightmare that Ye Shang Shixu had, in which she seemed to be calling for her mother...

She slowly opened her eyes, and asked Li's mother behind her who was holding her shoulders: "My husband and I have been away for a few months, how is the old lady?"