On the bluestone road outside the house, there was still a lonely and bloody corpse of Moshu, and Fu Yanxi looked at Moshu, who had accompanied her since childhood, and burst into tears. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She was dragged into a side room in Qingfeng Garden, presumably the old lady would never let herself go back tonight, and she would definitely find someone to watch her and not allow her to make any mistakes.

Fu Yanxi sat on the bed, looking at the little moonlight that came in through the window, clear and quiet. There is no light in the side room, and it is cold everywhere.

The chills began to rise again, but there was no quilt and charcoal fire, and there was no ink book urging her to rest over and over again.

It is said that people think about life in the most desperate situations, and she also began to think about her nineteen years of calm and five waves of life. As the eldest daughter of the Dingbei Hou Mansion, she seems to be dressed in fine clothes, but in fact, she is surrounded by jackals, tigers and leopards; Although she has loving parents and a loving brother, she is actually closer to her second aunt and Fu Wanrong; She should have been able to shine brightly, and the stars held the moon, but she closed herself in the boudoir and stayed at home, even Fu Lanxin was more famous than her, if she died in Wu Mansion without knowing it, I am afraid that no one in the world would shed tears for her.

The grandmother who regarded her as a dear was not her own grandmother, and when she thought of the faces of everyone in the main hall just now, she found that she was so alone and had no support!

Thinking of this, Fu Yanxi laughed sadly, and her voice was extremely poignant.

The mother-in-law outside the door couldn't help but shudder when she heard it.

The old lady and the second uncle and aunt wanted to use her in exchange for Fu Zi'an, how could she Fu Yanxi let them get their way.

His current tattered body is also due to them, how can they round and pinch himself.

"Old lady, Jiang Yingru, I won't let you succeed, I will let you never see Fu Zi'an, and you will never be at peace."

The mother-in-law outside the door was terrified when she heard the curse of this word, and her heart suddenly felt bad.

After the lock was opened, he pushed the door open, but saw Fu Yanxi slumped on the couch, gurgling blood from his neck, and a silver hairpin on his right hand.

The two mothers-in-law were shocked and stumbled to the main room to report to the old lady.

Fu Yanxi lay on the bed like this, staring at the roof motionlessly.

She felt her blood draining from her body little by little, and the pain in her body seemed to be gone. Inexplicably, she felt a sense of relief and happiness.

She's going to see her father and brother, and maybe her own grandmother.

Her life is as short as a flower that has not had time to bloom, and she has not experienced anything. I have never blushed with anyone, and I have never argued with anyone; There have never been inseparable good friends, nor have there been husbands who raise their eyebrows; has been living in a greenhouse built by his parents, not knowing that people's hearts are sinister and not understanding the hot and cold world; You can't learn to love, and you can't learn to hate.

Fu Yanxi's consciousness gradually blurred, and in a trance, she only saw her so-called relatives who hurriedly came in outside the door. Resentful, annoyed, looked at her, her mouth opened and closed, but she could not hear what they said at all.

Call her stupid? still scolded her for not knowing what to do and ruining their plans.

Fu Yanxi tried her best to pull out a hint of ridicule, but she didn't have the slightest strength. She stared at the old lady with eyes that resembled her father Fu Qingyan, wanting to see the bottom of her heart.

The old lady was so cold by her that she saw that she scolded a few words and threw the door away. The others also left with Huhula.

She was the only one left. Fu Yanxi looked at their backs, but she couldn't make any waves in her heart.

If she wants a simple home in the next life, she just needs to live in a small house. There are fathers and brothers, Ziqin, Yuqi, ink books and Zhihua paintings. She can run and play with her neighbors' friends, she can read and learn calligraphy with her brother, she can marry a lover, and she can teach her husband and children......

If there is a next life......

Main house.

A group of people sat and no one spoke. Fu Yanxi is dead, and I don't know if Wu Jiaken is willing to let Fu Zi'an go.

The old lady thought that there was no hope of rescuing Fu Zi'an, so she was resentful.

Thousands of calculations have been counted, and the silver hairpin on the head of this dead girl has been missed, and the ruthlessness of this dead girl has been missed.

She gritted her teeth and said, "She thought she would be a hundred dead and dead, hmph, I don't want her to be better, she deserves to die like his father of the little wild seed and the mother of the vixen." Go, Mother Chen, and throw her and that's corpses into a mass grave. Tomorrow announced to the public that the eldest lady died of a sudden illness, hum, give her a well-dressed funeral and beautiful funeral, it is really cheap for him. If Fu Qingyan hadn't won the gold medal to save her, she should have been sent to death row together! ”

Mother Chen took away the cruel disdain for the old lady in her eyes and respectfully took the order out.

"Grandmother, you take your breath." Fu Wanrong stepped forward gracefully and comforted softly.

"It's still Rong'er's caring." The old lady pulled her to her side and said.

"Grandmother, now that the big sister is dead, what should we do?" Fu Wanrong frowned and asked. Although she didn't like her brother who only knew about sleeping flowers and willows, and even thought that he would simply die in prison, so as not to harm her reputation, she always had to make an appearance and win the favor of the old lady in order to get a good family.

She is also seventeen years old, and the woman of the Great Wei Dynasty will start talking about marriage at the age of fifteen, but because of Fu Qingyan's rebellion and Fu Zi'an's notoriety, she and her sister-in-law Fu Lanxin have been ignored for the past two years. Fu Lanxin can't marry a good family, but she is different, she is already the eldest daughter of the Dingbei Hou Mansion!

"Qinglin, what do you say?" The old lady had no choice.

"For today's plan, the only way to do this is to send Rong'er or Xin'er to the Wu family." Fu Qinglin frowned. He didn't want his daughter to die at all, but compared to his only sister-in-law, his daughter didn't matter.

"No way!" When Jiang Yingru heard this, she immediately retorted, "Rong'er is already the eldest daughter, and she can't go to the Wu family to be a concubine!" A few days ago, my father mentioned that the emperor intends to marry the daughter of the Dingbei Hou Mansion into the palace as a concubine, and the entire Dingbei Hou Mansion, except for Rong'er, who else can be so rich! ”

The old lady also agreed with Jiang Yingru's words very much. After all, Fu Wanrong's maternal grandfather was the official of the first emperor, and the current prime minister is not as big as him.

Fu Qinglin weighed it for a while, nodded and said, "Then let Xin'er go." ”

Fu Lanxin stood aside and listened to his fate being decided by these people in a few words, and was very frightened. She was about to open her mouth to say something, when she heard Fu Qinglin say, "You can have a good talk with your aunt tonight, but don't miss the auspicious time tomorrow." ”

Fu Lanxin knew that Fu Qinglin was using her aunt to coerce her, but she had to comply. She suddenly hated Fu Yanxi. If she doesn't die, how can it be her turn.