Prime Minister, please pick me up

Chapter 5

midnight.

Zi Lingmo was awakened by the pain, the faint pain seemed to be attached to the flesh and blood, it was mild at first, but as time passed, it became more and more intense, like densely packed fine needles in the body, the pain was purple Ling Mo shuddered violently, frowning tightly, fine beads of sweat kept oozing from his pale forehead, his hands firmly grasped the quilt under him, stubbornly refusing to make a sound.

About a quarter of an hour later, the pain subsided a little, Zi Lingmo was already sweating profusely, and the clothes on his body were also wet with sweat, and there was a slight pain when it stuck to the skin and seeped into the wound.

The moonlight filled the entire room through the old carved wooden windows, and Zi Lingmo looked at the room he was in now with the thin moonlight.

It was a very dilapidated room, so simple that there was only an old wooden bed inside, a table and a chair in the center, and a wardrobe standing against the wall. It also looked very old, and there was nothing else.

Zi Lingmo's eyes sank slightly, recalling the events before she fell into a coma, the already deep eyes deepened a bit, as if the color of ink had faded layer by layer, extremely deep.

Just like this, I opened my eyes and looked at the top of the bed, sleepless all night.

dawn.

Only then did Zi Lingmo slowly turn his gaze out of the window, the dark rays pierced the black sky, dotted in the east, until the first ray of sunlight entered the room in the early morning, the somewhat dazzling morning light made Zi Lingmo's eyebrows inadvertently Wrinkled, stretching out his hand to block the sunlight coming in, but suddenly froze when he saw his hand, staring at his hand strangely, with an extremely weird expression.

The hands in front of her eyes were a bit immature, slender and thin, revealing an unhealthy whiteness. There were no calluses on the hands, and they were smooth, not at all like her well-proportioned hands.

If there was still a trace of doubt in her heart before this, now she is completely sure that this is not her body.The dark eyes darkened a bit, and after thinking for a while, recalling the scene before the coma, a guess that even he couldn't believe appeared in his mind.

Could it be that after she died, she came back from the corpse and occupied someone else's body?
As soon as this thought appeared, Ziling Mo's eyes flicked in disbelief. She never believed in these ghosts and gods, but how to explain the current situation?
The expression on his face fluctuated, and it took him a long time to regain his composure.

Enduring the pain in his body, he slowly sat up straight, leaned against the head of the bed, half-closed his eyes and looked at the rising sun outside the window. His dark eyes were as deep as ever, and there was no sadness or joy on his face. At last he sighed faintly.Now that it's here, let's settle down, her most urgent task now is to find out what the identity of this body is.

She remembered that the girl in yellow called herself Feng Qingchi at that time, that is to say, the identity of this body was Feng Qingchi, and it seemed to be the fifth sister of that girl in yellow, and she was also the fifth young lady who was not even as good as a servant.

Thinking of yesterday's situation, she narrowed her eyes dangerously. Ever since she was a child, no one had dared to treat her like this.

According to the clothes of those people yesterday, this Feng family must be either rich or noble, and it is normal to have such dirty things in the mansion.However, now that she has assumed this identity, she naturally won't allow others to bully her in vain.

"Miss, are you okay!" The door was pushed open, and a maid in blue hurried in with a wooden basin, looking at Zi Lingmo worriedly.

Is it the little maid who protected her yesterday?Zi Lingmo looked at her casually. She was dressed in a somewhat whitish dress, but she had delicate features. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she could still see a bit of aura.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Zi Lingmo staring at her like this, the little girl's eyes became even more worried, and her already swollen eye sockets became a little redder.

Zi Lingmo withdrew his gaze and asked indifferently: "What's your name?"

The little maid froze in place immediately, "Miss, I'm Hu Lan, don't you remember me?"

Zi Lingmo looked at her indifferently, but still shook her head under Hu Lan's earnest gaze, "I don't remember!" She is Zi Lingmo, so naturally she doesn't remember the previous memory of this body, it's better to just put on a face for this kind of thing. He said that he didn't remember coming here, anyway, she is occupying this body now, who can say that she is not Feng Qingchi!

Hu Lan's delicate face was instantly stained with anger, and she almost gritted her teeth and said, "It must be Miss Si, she did not know what kind of poison she gave Miss yesterday to make Miss lose her memory."

No, it's not that she has lost her memory. If it was Zi Lingmo who was bullied like that before, not only would she despise herself, but even her father, who had already fallen into the soil, would crawl out of the coffin to taunt her. Fan.

Gently lowering the eyelids, a thin shadow cast down, the eyes were as indifferent as before, and asked lightly, "What is my identity?" The words were deep and no emotion could be heard, and the expression did not fluctuate at all.

Hu Lan was about to ask Zi Lingmo what else she remembered, but all her thoughts were completely interrupted by her simple sentence.It seems that the lady doesn't remember anything now.With a faint sigh, he explained: "Miss, you are the fifth young lady of Fengfu, Feng Qingchi, and her biological mother, Aunt Lan, died of illness when Miss was three years old. The real master in Fengfu is Ma'am, even the master doesn't dare to say anything to Madam. Madam doesn't like Miss very much, so Miss's situation in Fengfu is not very good."

The last sentence Hu Lan said was a bit cryptic. In fact, it is not only bad, but even the servants can bully them. Madam has always turned a blind eye to this, so those servants bullied the young lady even more. .

Hehe...Zi Lingmo smiled softly between her eyebrows, and a coolness appeared in her black eyes.The situation is not very good?From what happened yesterday and the shabby and dilapidated yard, I'm afraid it's not just as simple as being in a bad situation!

(End of this chapter)