Langhua felt countless hands pressing on her, and she kept waving the porcelain pieces in her hands, cutting the skin of many people, and warm blood splashed everywhere. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The smell of blood filled the room.

Shiraya tightened her neck, leaving her breathless.

Mrs. Lu's voice came from her ears, "Our Ying'er studied since she was a child, grew up and became a professional, everything was originally smooth, but it was because she married you that she ended up like this." ”

"Without you, our Ying'er would have been a relative of the emperor and a very popular minister, and our Lu family would be prosperous, all because of you, all because of you. The Buddha blesses, let a poisonous woman like you, go to the eighteen layers of hell after death and never be reborn, and never come to harm people again. My Ying'er, my Ying'er!"

Mrs. Lu's voice gradually faded away, and she could no longer be heard.

Tiredness latched on her like a net, dragging her deeper into darkness, and she gradually forgot the struggle, and she forgot the pain.

Langhua remembers that the old people often say that life and death are just a thought.

One thought of life and one thought of death is so short.

Langhua was dazed and heard Mrs. Lu say in her ear: "This child, she is gone, how sad Ying'er should be." ”

Yes, how sad Lu Ying should be.

No, Lu Ying is dead, and she is going to find Lu Ying.

That's fine, so that no one has to be sad for anyone.

Crying came.

"Langhua is still so young, I would rather die for her. ”

It was the voice of the mother, and the poor mother wanted to witness her death.

She was strangled to death in this way, and the person who killed her must have been very proud, because when she died, she was blind, and she didn't know who had harmed her.

Langhua desperately wanted to open his eyes and look at the cry.

Although she knew it was in vain.

Finally, a glimmer of light slowly came in, and after a bright and dazzling light, a kind face appeared in front of her.

Who's this?

Even in her dreams, she had never seen a person's face so clearly.

Although this person's face has many wrinkles, his eyes are still clear, and his expression is kind with a little sadness, seeing that she unexpectedly flashed a little joy, and said in a dumb voice, "Our Langhua has woken up." ”

The midday sun shines through the window.

Langhua felt as if she was about to be roasted, she knew that she was heating up, like coals of fire, a cold towel was placed on her forehead, but it was soon heated by her, and the water on the towel slid down and gradually moistened her sideburns.

She had been half-asleep and half-awake like this, and there were bits and pieces of sound in her ears.

It looked like someone was calling her name.

Some people also whispered: "This child's life is really hard, three or four people died in the family, but she is still holding on." ”

"It's not that the old lady gave her all the best medicine in the house. ”

Then the man said hatefully: "If she dies like this, it will save my business, then the slut is to coax the old lady with her, so that the old lady can defend them everywhere, don't forget, Gu family, but I am in charge." ”

Family?

How could it be the Gu family?

Even if she didn't die, she should be in the Lu family.

Because of the Gu family, it has long ceased to exist.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, and Langhua struggled to open her eyes, even though she knew that it didn't mean anything to her. However, the moment he opened his eyes, a bright, dazzling light suddenly pierced in.

Making her dizzy, Langhua was so frightened that she immediately closed her eyes.

She is blind, her world has always been an unchanging darkness, how can there be light.

Langhua cautiously opened his eyes again.

After the whiteness, figures, things, and all kinds of vague shadows dangled in front of her eyes.

Langhua kept blinking his eyes, and everything around him gradually became clear.

She heard someone command, "Hurry up and ask Master Jing to come and see if the pox god Niangniang has appeared." ”

Was she dreaming?

Langhua was stunned with wide eyes.

"Langhua, look at grandmother, grandmother is here. ”

Grandmother?

Old Madam Lu?

No, this is not Mrs. Lu.

This kind face has always been in her memory, yes, this is her grandmother, the person she remembered the most before she lost her sight, her own grandmother.

She's really dead, and when she dies, she will see her grandmother again.

Because by the time she was eight years old, her grandmother was already dead.

That year she had smallpox and burned for seven days and seven nights, and although she was lucky enough not to die, she suffered from an eye disease. In order to treat her eye disease, her mother had to leave her grandmother behind and follow the Lu family to Yangzhou to find Langzhong. A few days later, Zhenjiang was invaded by rebels, and her grandmother and the Gu family who remained behind died in Zhenjiang.

The hundred-year-old family of the Gu family also completely declined at that time.

Langhua tried hard to speak, but couldn't make a sound.

I only saw a nun with a sad face looking at her, "I haven't seen any broken flowers for seven days, and the eldest lady is probably taken by the pox god Niangniang." ”

Old Lady Gu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, "What should I do then?"

The nun turned the Buddha beads in her hand and sighed for a while, "You can only try it with a needle, maybe there will be a turnaround." ”

Old Lady Gu frowned, a little hesitant.

"There is no other way to do this. ”

Let Langhua's familiar voice ring in his ears, Langhua tried to raise his eyes to look over.

The woman in her twenties leaned over, her eyebrows were slender, her nose was straight, her pointed jaw looked unusually soft, although she was full of sorrow, she couldn't hide her beautiful face, Lu Ying once said that her mother's appearance was a standard water town woman, just like her mother's temper, soft, gentle, kind and polite, and she had a tenacity and stubbornness in her bones that were very different from her mother.

Under Lu Ying's description, she had imagined her mother's face countless times.

I didn't expect to see it here.

Mother is not dead, but she will still be here.

Could it be that the Lu family also killed his mother.

Thinking of this, Langhua's heart was flustered, trying to figure everything out, but her eyelids were heavy, and the uncontrollable tiredness made Langhua close her eyes again, and she tried to sober herself up and listen to the conversation between her grandmother and mother.

Old Lady Gu looked at Langhua carefully and sighed, "Poor child, Zhenjiang City can't even find a decent Lang Zhong now, so if you go on like this, there is really only a dead end." ”

Xu Shi wiped his red eyes, "Langhua is only eight years old, why did she contract smallpox, as long as she can live well, I am willing to die for her." ”

Eight years old, smallpox.

Langhua's heart trembled suddenly.

Could it be that this was not her posthumous experience, but that she dreamed of what happened when she was eight years old?

Xu said: "Otherwise, let Master Jing try it." ”

Langhua had never heard her mother mention that a Jing Ming Master had cured her of smallpox.

Old Lady Gu looked at Mrs. Jingming and folded her hands, "Our sister, I'll leave it to Mrs. Jingming." ”

Mrs. Jing Ming returned the salute and said: "Old lady, Mrs. go out first, the old lady will give the needle to my sister, and it will be too late to do so." ”

Xu nodded to Mrs. Jing, then helped Mrs. Gu and walked out of the house.

When she was eight years old, she must have never imagined that she would never see her grandmother and mother again.

Langhua's heart was sour, and he finally opened his eyes slightly again in anxiety.

What catches your eye is the curtain that blows in the wind, and there is a dendrobium on the table of the eight immortals next to it, and the branches inserted in it are blooming with flowers, and the bright color seems to suddenly illuminate everything, so that the surroundings are suddenly bright, so beautiful.

It was completely different from the darkness she was known for.

It wasn't until she saw it with her own eyes that she knew how much she longed for the light.

The others had already left the house, and only a person dressed as a nun was fiddling around the table, which was probably what the mother called Jing Mingshitai.

Master Jing opened a wooden box, took out a cloth bag from it, and skillfully pulled out two long silver needles and a packet of medicinal powder.

Master Jing raised her eyes and was a little surprised to see her wake up, but immediately whispered, "Poor child, it will be fine in a while." I don't know if I was comforting myself or comforting her.

The long needle in Master Jing's hand leaned over and gestured in front of her eyes, as if to find the location of the needle.

Lu Ying has found many Lang Zhong to treat her eye diseases, she has nothing to do and let Hanyan read medical books to her, although she is blind, but she has some understanding of medical science and pharmacology, and acupuncture ...... treatment of smallpox

Those acupuncture points passed by Langhua's heart at a glance.

Master Jing's needle also got closer and closer.

Langhua could see the thin needle tip, straight to her eyes.