Shaoyin didn't have enough fun, so he didn't give him this chance.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Just when his hand was about to pinch her neck, she suddenly coughed violently, and soon her face flushed, her eyelashes trembled, and she woke up.

His eyes blurred, and he gradually focused on the faces of the people around him: "Master Hou?"

Qin Jinye was a little flustered, but she didn't expect that she would wake up.

His hand was instantly retracted, and his eyes flickered.

"How come Hou Yecough-cough-cough!" She seemed to want to talk to him, but she kept coughing for some reason.

Qin Jinye was still thinking about whether to end her directly. However, the more she coughed, the more she was shaking, and she even coughed up blood!

The bright red dot splashed on the quilt, Qin Jinye was startled, his pupils shrank, and the killing intent gradually disappeared.

She shouldn't be able to survive this time, right?

"Madam!" Hearing her cough, the maids quickly came in through the curtains, feeding water, feeding medicine, wiping, and changing bedding.

Qin Jinye exited the door, stood outside the door for a while, listened to the sad voice inside, slowly pursed his lips, and walked away on crutches.

"Bah!" Hui Hui said, "Play with him!"

Shaoyin really played him again.

She coughed up blood this time, and she lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she was about to die.

Qin Jinye is in a good mood. She comes to see her every day, and finally sits by the bed, talks with her, and recalls the past.

However, after feeding medicines and hanging ginseng every day, Shaoyin held on to her breath, and she endured for another half a month!

Qin Jinye's good mood is gone, and he is about to die!

She only had one breath left, her face was like golden paper, her breath was like a gossamer, and when a gust of wind blew, she was going to go with the wind, how...

Shaoyin's tone lasted for two months.

During this period, Qin Jinye couldn't help it several times, and wanted to pour her medicine or pinch her. But every time he wanted to act, she would always have an accident. Either she woke up suddenly, or she suddenly died, making his killing intent suffocated and unable to use it.

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

Shaoyin came here at this time last year. The doctor said that she would not survive for two months, but for good or bad, she survived a whole year!

At this time last year, she was bedridden and died soon.

At this time of the year, she had just gotten rid of a serious illness, her cheeks were thin, her complexion was pale, and except for her hair, she was the same as last year at this time.

Qin Jinye's change is much greater.

At this time last year, he was the proud Marquis of Wu'an, with a healthy body and a handsome face, and he was trusted and used by the emperor. At this time of the year, he had lost a foot, had no real job, had a haggard face, thin cheeks, a bit gloomy and unintentional.

And all this was done by his wife!

In one month, it will be the first anniversary of his disability. Last year, she had to go to see the peach blossoms, he had to rely on her, and he lost everything.

If she hadn't been captured, he would not have been controlled by He Zhiyan and would not have been disabled. If his right foot is good, he will not become an idle marquis, the emperor only speaks kindly to him, and does not give him errands.

And if it wasn't for her lingering sickness, she was always breathing a sigh of relief, and in a few months, he would be able to marry Yue'er back to the house!

Fortunately it's not too late.

If she goes at this time, in a year later, in order to take care of Han'er and for someone to take care of the affairs of the mansion, he can marry Yue'er back.

The man walked in from the outside, his steps were not big or heavy, but he inexplicably brought a gloomy and frightening aura.

When he walked to the bedside, Shao Yin suddenly opened his eyes.

Qin Jinye's expression remained unchanged, and he extended his hand to her.

Soft-hearted again and again, hesitant again and again, until this time.

He will no longer be indecisive.

"Master Hou wants to kill me, doesn't he?" Who knows, his wife looked at him quietly, and suddenly said softly.

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Qin Jinye's hand paused, and then continued to reach out to her.

"I know you hate me." The pale and fragile woman looked at him and said.

Qin Jinye pursed her thin lips and pinched her slender neck. It's too thin, and it feels soft to the touch, as if it snapped off.

"Last year, I saw you." She was strangled by the throat, but she did not struggle, and said softly in a weak voice: "You are going in, the fifth sister is going out, she almost ran into your arms, but you just escape."

Qin Jinye's heart was shocked, and he suddenly remembered a scene.

He was standing at the door of Yixin Garden. He had just entered the door, and in front of him was the girl who almost bumped into him. She was flustered and at a loss, and she lowered her head and did not dare to look at him. However, he clearly saw her small and delicate auricles, and saw her pink and tooted face with freshness and vitality.

He still remembered that she was wearing a bright yellow dress that day, she was slim and indescribably bright and lovely.

The bottom of his eyes crossed with ruthlessness, and he suddenly exerted force!

She frowned immediately, showing a look of pain, but still said: "You stand in one place, no one speaks, but your eyes can speak, you were so good at that time!"

Qin Jinye's expression turned fierce, and he exerted more force.

She shouldn't have said it.

What she shouldn't have said!

"Let me say a few words." Her breathing became hard, her voice was even more fragmented, and her pale and thin hands clung to him weakly, "Hou Ye allow me to say a few words, I will only say a few words."

Qin Jinye's face was full of coldness.

"I'm going to die, Lord Hou, for the sake of the husband and wife fight, allow me to say a few words."

"Or is the Lord Hou afraid? Afraid that after I finish speaking, Lord Hou will not dare to kill me?"

She slapped his hand, her voice cut off, and he could only guess what she meant from her broken words.

The grip on her was loosened slightly.