Chapter 14: Past events: disfigured

The sudden arrival of the prince made Feng Qingcheng very happy. Then he expressed a lot of grievances in his heart, but he didn't notice the other party's already a little impatient face.
After a long time... the prince was just a little perfunctory, "Sister Qingcheng, you don't need to think too much. Even if they treat you badly and say you are a waste, I will treat you well. When you are ready, I will marry You are the princess."
"Okay, I will come to see you. I have to leave beforehand. I will be very busy lately. I will see you when I am done." Without waiting for Qingcheng to say anything, he turned and left.
Looking at the back who hurriedly left, Feng Qingcheng's smiling brows collapsed again.
On the other side, Feng Qingling, who was thrown by the prince, went to Li Xuerou angrily, and said what had happened just now.
After listening to her daughter’s description, Li Xuerou comforted Feng Qingling:
Well, the prince is also confused by her looks. Now she has no father and no mother, and even your grandfather is about to die. She is to the prince. It is no help. As long as you get along with the prince, the position of the prince will be yours sooner or later."
"As for her face? Humph! It can make her a waste material, and naturally it can ruin her face." A dim light flashed in his eyes, but it quickly closed.
Feng Qingling smiled at the corner of her mouth, and said, "Everything has a mother in charge, and Qingling will not worry about Feng Qingcheng."
A shocking event happened a few days later, and Patriarch Feng died...
Unable to accept the fact that his relatives had left, Feng Qingcheng knelt in front of his grandfather's coffin for two days and nights until he was unconscious.
It was two days after she woke up, and when she woke up, she found that she was not in front of her coffin, not in her own room, but in a dilapidated room. All the facilities were dilapidated and even the quilts covering her body were covered with patches. of.
For a while, she hadn't realized what was going on, she barely supported her weak body to get out of bed. Her weak body, coupled with the swollen and painful knees that had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, made her hard to move, and barely moved outside the room. Open the door of the dilapidated house and found that it was a run-down yard, and there was no one else.
...Squeak...
A shrill sound sounded, and the shaky door outside the courtyard was pushed open.
Then he walked into the two maids, saw Feng Qingcheng standing at the door of the room, and then screamed: "Ghost!!" The person who was going to come in behind was also startled.
Feng Qingcheng was immediately scared when he saw this, and yelled to the opposite side nervously, "Don't go! Don't go! I'm afraid!" with a cry.
The person who was about to turn around and ran, felt very familiar after hearing this voice, and when he turned tremblingly to look, "Are you the second lady?"
"Yes! I am... Where is this? Don't go, take me with you." I couldn't help being scared.
After the confirmation was completed, everyone resumed their vigor. A group of people walked into the yard one after another, the two maids at the front, and then there was a small servant holding a bag of things.
Finally, a person came in, wearing a white dress, with the dignity of everyone, but there were a pair of dark eyes that did not fit the age on the marked facial features, and he glanced at the yard with disgust.
This person is Feng Qingling, and almost screamed when he first saw the person opposite.
However, seeing the other person's eyes full of fear, but pretending to be calm, a faint smile appeared on his face.
Suddenly, his face changed to a worried and sad look again, as if he was concerned: "Sister, why are you? How can you get out of bed when you feel unwell? This is not good for healing!"
Seeing Feng Qingling coming in, Feng Qingcheng's tears of excitement fell: "Sister, why am I here? I remember when I was in front of my grandfather's coffin, why am I here now? I want to go home and see Grandpa..." The heart is extremely anxious.
A dim light flashed across Feng Qingling's eyes and disappeared soon, with a slightly sad tone: "You were in a coma for two days. Yesterday Grandpa...has been buried."
She seemed to know what she had to say, and then said: "After you were in a coma, my parents were very worried about you, and then immediately asked a doctor to see you. The doctor said that your heart rate was fragile and caused the coma. Day is fine, but..." There was a pause.
He continued: "However, the doctor also said that my sister had a rare disease. It might spread to the people around her, saying that you must be placed alone, otherwise no one can guarantee the consequences. So..." looked embarrassed. A glance at Feng Qingcheng.
Feng Qingcheng couldn't believe it, "Grandpa was buried? Qingcheng hasn't sent him the last time... how could this be..."
Then he said, "My sister said I was sick? Why didn't I feel it? My sister was joking with Qingcheng, right?..." She barely raised the corner of her lips, but this made the face even more shocking to the people in the hospital.
Feng Qingling became a little impatient, and directly ordered the young man on the side to come over: "You pass the things to the second lady!"
Looking at the second lady like this, the young man couldn't help being frightened. He didn't dare to talk a lot and walked to Feng Qingcheng, thrusting a bag of things into her arms, and quickly backed away.
Feng Qingling looked at her who did not know why, with a cold tone: "Sister, this is your clothing. You will live here in the future. The doctor said this is suitable for you to recuperate."
"In addition, I will explain that the food here will be delivered every day. Don't worry. When you get better, my sister will pick you up again."
She didn't look at it any more, turned around and walked outside, and stopped when she reached the door: "Yes, there is a mirror in the bag. You can take a picture of you now and you will know if you are sick." When the words fall, he stepped away again.
A smug smile appeared at the corner of Feng Qingling's mouth. The mirror was specially prepared for you to let you see what a ghost looks like today. It depends on how you the prince from me. The position of the prince is destined to be mine. "
For a moment, only Feng Qingcheng was left in the dilapidated courtyard. She was holding her baggage. At this time, she no longer felt the feeling of panic, her eyes were full of loneliness and loneliness.
Walking slowly, finally returned to the bed, opened the baggage, all I saw were old clothes, not my original clothes.
After flipping it, he took out a mirror from inside, remembering what Feng Qingling had said when he left, and then picked it up and took a picture of her face.
but……
"what!!"
...Click...
The mirror fell on the bed.
She can't believe it! Shaking and raising his left hand, slowly touched his left cheek.
I couldn't believe it, wailed: "What's the matter? Why? Why is it like this? Woo...why...this is not true."
He picked up the mirror again and faced his face, the feeling of fear and trepidation in my heart couldn't be increased, but I couldn't help but want to confirm again.