C2

She stared at the face, and when she opened her eyes, she saw it. It was truly a test of her nerves. He almost thought that it was the ghost or Infernal King of the Underworld. However, the concern and gentleness in his eyes did not seem to be fake at all.

"Water."

Following the principle of saying more mistakes, she used her eyes to glare at them. She wanted to see their hairs standing on end and proactively confess everything.

Wait, see who's more patient. Let them show themselves.

He took the water in a hurry and gave her a sip with a spoon.

She had too many doubts and questions, such as the certainty that she was not acting because she was not an actor.

The burning pain on her body reminded her that this was a real world.

He could faintly hear the chaotic sounds coming from outside. The scar-faced uncle was feeding her some water; his actions were gentle, and his eyes were filled with care and concern.

She lowered her eyelids, hiding all the expressions in her eyes, and took a few mouthfuls of water.

Had he really transmigrated?

Or was all of this the enemy's scheme?

She tried to sit up, but the pain was still tormenting her. She tried to move, but the pain made her break out in cold sweat and she was powerless.

How contemptuous, she should just teleport then. She didn't want to teleport to become some empress princess, nor did she want to be the daughter of a lady. At the very least, she should at least have a healthy body, right?

"Miss, don't move, your injuries are very serious, you can't move. I'll give you water, miss. Would you like something to eat? "

"Gulp …"

His stomach growled inappropriately.

"Does Miss want to eat?"

His stomach was so hungry that he could eat half of a sheep directly. The feeling of his chest against his back, how could he describe it with the word "cool"?

It was said that from the food she could tell the living standard and environment of the protagonist. She wanted to see what her current identity was.

His gaze swept across the room first. A few simple pieces of wooden furniture. Looking at the wood, it wasn't some kind of precious wood. Did this mean that this place was not a place where they could live in luxury?

Was she unlucky to have crossed over?

In front of the four windows, wall around the courtyard, to the sun in the south, the sun's shadow reflected. Hybrid orchid laurel bamboo wood in the courtyard, carved wooden bed, tent curtain raised, jade hook to the tent curtain. The carved windows were made of paper, and there were a few pieces of old and simple furniture. All around the room, there were traces of furniture being moved.

There must have been a lot of furniture in the place where the marks used to be, but now there were only a few simple cabinets, clothes hangers, and nothing else.

Could it be that the lady she had transmigrated into had fallen so low that she had to sell her furniture for money?

The bedding on the bed was all brocade, smooth and fine. Although he didn't understand ancient fabrics and didn't know how much they were worth, but from the fabric and handmade look, it should be a pretty good thing. At least it should be of the middle class, and didn't seem like something that a poor family could afford.

She was only wearing a simple undergarment, greasy and slippery. It was unknown whether she had taken a shower or changed clothes this month.

There seemed to be something dry and hard about it.

It looked like she had indeed transmigrated, and after transmigrating, she had to suffer!

Lowering her head, she mourned for three seconds. She was instantly attracted by the fragrance of the food and forgot where she was.

"Miss, take your time and eat. You're still as impatient as before."

He didn't want to personally feed her congee. As a young miss, although she was facing a savage knife-scarred man, her stomach was the most important. He gobbled up the porridge in quick succession. Not only was the porridge fragrant with wild vegetables, there was also a poached egg. The taste was not bad, but the more the dishes were, the more diluted the porridge.

"Miss, let's drink a bowl first. You haven't eaten for a few days, so you can't eat too much."

"Yes."

"Yes," she answered in a low voice, her gaze sweeping over the youth huddled in the corner. His small body was slender enough. His excessively outstanding appearance made him seem more like a girl.

A light blue robe, made of silk and handsomely crafted. Sharp jaw, oval face, smooth eyebrows, slender phoenix-like eyes, with a touch of the gentleness of a Jiangnan woman.

There was a look of fear on his face, and his body was still trembling slightly. She stared at the young man, and from the young man's extremely well-maintained slender hands and gorgeous clothes, she could tell that he was a young master.

However, this eldest young master was hiding in her room, and he was so scared that he was trembling at the door. Was she that terrible?

She was also a beauty, the school belle, the White Bone Spirit and so on. Could it be that after transmigrating to another world, she had become a saltless woman?

She gingerly touched her slim waist, especially her dress. It felt uncomfortable and stiff.

After coming into contact with a certain area, he felt so much pain that he opened his mouth and sucked in a breath of cold air. Who was it? His actions were too ruthless. It seemed as if there were several wounds jumping about on her body, making her feel pain.

"Cough, cough …"

Coughing a few times, his throat felt unbearably hoarse. His current appearance definitely wasn't anything good.

"Miss, don't move. You are severely injured, you need to rest in bed."

Miss? From the looks of it, her identity wasn't that tragic. Firstly, she wasn't a servant girl. Secondly, she was a lady. The second point, could it be that the stepmother was abusing him?

She remained calm and collected as she looked at the knife-scarred man. This man could be her loyal family, or that beautiful boy could be one of her brothers.

"I want to bathe and change."

Remember what the ancient times said?

She became sad. She thought that since she had graduated from a famous military academy and the White Bone Spirit of the military camp had fallen to such a state, she must be the stepmother's child.

"Uncle Yi, is little sister using the corpse to return the soul?" "Or …"

Yes, he was certain of one thing. This timid and weak young master was her 'brother'.

"Young General, don't spout nonsense. Perhaps the young miss was just faking her death just now, and has now recovered."

Even though he said this, his eyes were full of doubt and inquiry. Not only did Godly Doctor Lu say that the young miss was dead, but he was also sure that when Godly Doctor Lu was here, the young miss was indeed dead.

"Miss, please wait a moment, I will find someone to help you bathe and change. It's just that since Miss is injured, you shouldn't take a bath. "

"No."

She was very resolute, as if she could smell the sour smell on her body. She reckoned that this body had not bathed for a long time.

"What's going on outside?"

He hesitated for a moment before smiling, "It's nothing. I'll get someone to clean Miss up and bandage her with medicine."

She watched as the knife-scarred man walked out, his sleeves fluttering in the wind. It was likely that he had experienced many things.

Looking back, she fixed her gaze on the eldest young master and his brother. She raised her hand and hooked her middle finger towards the eldest young master and his brother.