Ning Yixu shed tears, "Uncle Han, aunt Han, I thought I would never see you again."

Zou Fuxue hugged her and cried, "Xu'er, if you don't wake up, uncle Han and I don't know what to do."

Han Zhenhui hugged them, "Xu'er, if you're OK, if you're OK!"

Zou Fuxue dried her tears. She looked at Xu'er's clear eyes and thought of her poor niece. She couldn't help but feel sad.

Everything is fate. Who can know what fate God has arranged for everyone?

Ning Yixu wants to know what happened to Qin Yunjing. The explosion was an assassination planned by Qi Qiyan. Did Qi Qiyan get the punishment he deserved?

"Auntie Han, why am I here? Why are you here? How long have I slept? What happened outside?"

Zou Fuxue said: "it's July now. You've been sleeping for more than a year! We give you acupuncture every day. Fortunately, you are strong enough, Xu'er. When you are well, we will take you away from the imperial capital. "

Ning Yixu doesn't want to leave the imperial capital. She wants to find Qin Yunjing.

Zou Li's death must be a big blow to him. How is he now?

She didn't know how to tell the two elders that they would think she was crazy.

Ning Yixu is silent. Zou Fuxue cooks a medicated meal for her. She drinks a bowl of soup, and her body begins to have a little strength.

Han Zhenhui helped her out of the room, "we first rest here. You haven't exercised for a long time. Later, you have to cooperate with physical therapy to activate the muscles and bones every day so that you can recover to your previous ability of action."

Ning Yixu sits on a small stool in the courtyard, which is the ancient Chinese medicine shop in Temple Street. The small courtyard is full of medicinal materials, and the sun is shining on the ground through the vines, which is a kind of peace in the hidden world.

When she died, it was winter and winter. It was hot summer when she opened her eyes again.

Ning Yixu never thought that she would come back here as Ning Yixu.

She asked, "Uncle Han, how do you know Xiao Yin?"

Xiao Yin was drying herbs. He listened to her and asked, "I'm going to ask you. How do you know my name?"

Han Zhenhui and Zou Fuxue are looking at her, Ning Yixu found an excuse, "I, I know a person very similar to you, his name is Xiao Yin."

They thought it was just a coincidence and didn't care too much. Han Zhenhui sat beside her and said, "Xiao Yin is the son of my former friend. My friend has died for many years. He is an orphan."

Ning Yixu finally knows why Xiao Yin is so hostile to Qin Yunjing.

If Uncle Han is on the opposite side of the Qin family, Xiao Yin must be the same.

Several people sat in the small yard, Zou Fuxue touched the little girl's face, said: "this moment of peace, really rare."

Ning Yixu asked, "what happened during my coma?"

She didn't dare to confess her experience, which was like a dream. Who would believe it when she said it? She could only hide it deeply in her heart.

Zou Fuxue couldn't hide her sadness. "Xu'er, Zou Li, who had an accident with you, is my niece. She died."

Ning Yixu immediately asked, "is it an accident?"

Zou Fuxue shook her head. She couldn't go on and buried her face in her husband's arm.

Han Zhenhui holding her hand, "looking for snow, don't be sad, Xiao Li went to heaven, she will close her eyes."

Ning Yixu thought of the pain she felt when she lost consciousness in Qin Yunjing's arms.