Song Chuning has never been a person who is willing to admit defeat, even if she dies, she will die differently from ordinary people, she will die vigorously, and she will let the living people be frightened every day under the shadow she left. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Old lady Song frowned and looked at Song Chuyi, her eyebrows were full of worry, as an elderly person, many times she was extremely superstitious, plus the Song family had two girls who dreamed of such an adventure in the future, she believed these ghosts and gods even more.

The heart in the chest cavity twitched a few times, she only felt that her heart was beating violently, she slowly closed her eyes to ease the dizziness, and turned her head and instructed the eldest lady: "It's dealt with overnight, and a few carriages will be sent out of Beijing tomorrow morning, saying that our eighth lady is getting worse and has rubella, and she wants to go to Zhuangzi to recuperate." ”

Song Chuning's death is really a little intime, Song Chuxuan and Song Chubin's future in-laws will come to see each other in the next few days. Even if the girl who was not in time for the end died young, it would not affect anything, but after all, she died in the New Year, and there were many relatives, so there was still some trouble at that time.

The wind from outside the house turned in a different direction and poured into the room, blowing the papers that were randomly placed on the tables in the room.

Mrs. Song tore down a piece of letter paper that was blown by the wind and stuck to her face, and was about to throw it, but her eyes stopped at the movement----- and the scarlet characters on it were particularly eye-catching, and they looked particularly weird and terrifying in the dim light and the whistling north wind.

Mrs. Song's eyes were sharp, and she couldn't help but shudder when her eyes were swept away, and she hurriedly took the letter paper into a ball and threw it into the room. The dead man's things are inherently unlucky, and this Chinese New Year, especially the dead man, wrote out the words of cursing and destroying the door in advance, which makes people feel that the wind in this house is weird and abnormal.

Mrs. Song withdrew with Mrs. Song and Song Chuyi, and Mama Jin couldn't wait to step forward and lock the door, as if there was a ghost in the house.

Also, Song Chuning didn't make people worry when he was alive, and now he is dying so specially, it's hard not to be afraid.

Mrs. Song sighed, took Song Chuyi's hand and didn't know how to speak, and after a long time, she patted the back of her hand and sighed lightly: "You still go to your uncle's house tomorrow to pay New Year's greetings, and take you to Huangjue Temple in a few ****." ”

The curse left by Song Chuning is indeed unbearable.

Song Chuyi gathered the cloak on his body, and most of his face was covered by smooth and soft fire fox fur, but his voice was still the same as always: "I know, grandmother, don't worry, I'm not afraid." ”

But Mrs. Song was afraid, the big words on the paper really scared her soul half, and the most terrifying thing was that there were all the names of everyone in the Song family on those flying papers.

The only one with an empty name......

Mrs. Song thought of her little grandson, who had not yet been named, and her whole person became extremely angry: "Mother, why don't you invite Master Yuanhui to come in person...... I'm a little worried......"

Mrs. Song understood her thoughts, and also understood her love for her children, and nodded after thinking about it: "Then go the day after tomorrow, I didn't go to worship in the temple this year, just on the seventh day of the new year." ”

Ziyun Qingtao carried a lantern to protect Song Chuyi in the middle, and occasionally the two glanced at each other, and they both saw their pale faces in each other's eyes.

The two of them have followed Song Chuyi to this day, and they can be regarded as having experienced things, but today's events are different----- they are four whole corpses.

Song Chuyi's focus was not here, she thought about Song Chuning's letter, and suddenly felt that she had an understanding.

She has always known Song Chuning very well, and the experiences of her past and present lives add up, it can be said that she knows Song Chuning well. In that letter, Song Chuning wished her and Song Yan a long life without illness or disaster, which was really terrifying.

The rest of the Song family, including the newborn little guy who had no name, was cursed, but he and Song Yan, who should be hated by Song Chuning the most, were blessed by her to live a long life?

She pondered for a moment, then closed her eyes on the bed in a daze.

A courtyard in the Jinxiang Hou Mansion in Beihua Lane is still brightly lit.

The charcoal fire in the room was hot, Wei Yanjun lay on Han Zhi's waist with half of his clothes open, and his black hair spread out on the bed: "Han Zhi." He shouted, and when he saw Han Zhi looking at him, he sat on top of him: "Your mother hates me more and more, and she almost didn't let me in today." ”

This tone also carried some grievances, but there was a smile on his face, and the two dimples on his slightly feminine face loomed, which was very sultry.

Han Zhi patted his ass indifferently, and played with his hair casually: "She won't do such a stupid thing, you don't come to me to provoke these useless things." ”

Wei Yanjun pursed his lips without much interest, lying on his chest obediently like a cat: "What kind of woman do you say your mother is?" I see that she is also indifferent to your father, and how many concubines and concubines are well raised. It's not very special to you, you are away all the year round, and she doesn't even bother to write a letter, let alone shush you for warmth. Let's come back today, I didn't sweep my eyes at you when I ate......"

The door shook almost silently, and Han Zhi sat up and looked at the person sitting in front of him, with a smile on his face: "Is there news over there?" ”

Wei Yanjun also gathered his clothes, leaned on the pillow and laughed: "Yanxi, why do you seem to be getting older again?" ”

Wei Yanxi ignored him, his eyes fell on Han Zhi, and his expression did not move: "There is news, when will we do it?" ”

Han Zhi turned over and stayed there, picked up the wine jug casually and poured it into his mouth: "In two days, there will be so many flowers in the capital in the past few days, even if it is for her granddaughters, Mrs. Song will not tell Song Ba about his death so quickly." ”

Wei Yanjun grabbed Han Zhi's neck from behind, leaned his head on his shoulder and looked at Wei Yanxi: "Han Zhi, I think you still have to persuade Your Highness, I'm afraid it's not a good thing to be too greedy." Since Song Liu and Song Eight are so special, they are ready to hold both of them in their hands at once, I'm afraid they can't stand it. ”

Wei Yanxi also nodded with a wooden face: "What's more, if King Duan knew that His Royal Highness was making such a move in private......"

Han Zhi raised his hand to interrupt the two of them, and the expression on his face was quite ordinary: "Your Highness naturally has His Highness's plans, you don't have to worry about it, just do your own thing." ”

Thank you for the peace charms of Xiao Pyoyo, Caotan Trail and Coriander Ginger. I'll take care of the manuscript. (To be continued.) )