"Bang bang." In a small remote courtyard in the backyard of Zhenyuan Mansion, the sound of firecrackers from the front yard could be heard, and the deafening sound was so deafening that the moon in the sky hid in the clouds.

Song Nanqing leaned on the stone pillar under the corridor, looking at the brightly lit place, she pricked up her ears and listened, faintly some laughter came, the laughter was so cheerful, like the wild flowers blooming all over the mountains and fields in spring, as if there was never anything sad in the world.

Song Nanqing listened a little intrigued, the slender shadow hit the thin veil, the wind blew away the clouds, the moonlight all over the ground, a snow-white, looked up, a full moon was in the sky.

"What day is it?"

"Aunt Nan, today is July 15, and it is the big day for the eldest young master to get married." A soft voice came from behind Song Nanqing.

"Oh, whose daughter are you marrying?" Song Nanqing's dull eyes turned, and he could vaguely see the look of the past.

The soft voice sneered and chuckled, "Aunt Nan, haven't you forgotten it, the slave maid has told you more than ten times, this eldest young master is married to the granddaughter of the Shoufu He family, beautiful and generous, Mrs. picked it for a long time before she chosen, maybe Mrs. will be able to hold her grandson when she comes next year," the owner of the voice saw Song Nanqing listening in a daze, and there was no trace of reaction on his face, he couldn't help but be a little bored, and added viciously, "Aunt Nan, what you said the slave maid is right, do you want to go over and get some joy." ”

Song Nanqing turned a deaf ear to her last sentence, and seemed to smile suddenly, her eyes were empty, "You said that her son got married." ”

"That's right," the petite girl sighed softly with contempt, revealing a look of envy, "Who in this Beijing division does not envy the blessings of the lady, before leaving the pavilion, she is the county lord of a thousand delicate and precious counties, and after leaving the pavilion, she is the Ronghua lady of the first grade, and the Hou Ye does not even have a room around him, and the lady has both children and daughters, and he has a good life." She said herself, her tone unconsciously revealed a trace of sourness, even the ladies in the palace were not as good as the lady.

"yes, she's always been a good person." Song Nanqing unconsciously repeated a sentence, wrapping her fingers around the ends of her hair, the ends of her hair were dry and yellow, and the black hair that was black and shiny, smooth and supple like a forging with her hand, had long been worn out by time.

"Have you ever seen the beauty of that bride?"

Gege's sneer sounded again, and the envy in his eyes immediately swelled up in his heart when he saw Song Nanqing's half-old face, "What's the use of being good-looking, I heard that Aunt Nan used to be one in a million beauties, but now she is not." Seeing that Song Nanqing was silent, the more she spoke, the more proud she became, and her tone was extremely mean and sarcastic, "Aunt Nan, the slave said that you are also Madame's cousin, why do you want to be willing to be a concubine." ”

No matter what she said, Song Nanqing was still sitting demented, her face covered with a layer of dead ashes, and her heart was covered with a thick layer of iron scabs from the sarcasm year after year.

The girl still doesn't feel like it's fun, when she was sent by her wife to serve this one a few years ago, you can still see the sadness and despair on this face, how funny it was at that time, now it's like a wooden stake, it's really terrible, the lady is too kind, let people eat and drink to serve this, and she doesn't want to think about the disgusting things this person does, she feels ashamed.

"Aunt Nan is also from a scholarly family, young lady, such a noble family," a sweet and pungent fragrance, and the harsh voice leaned into Song Nanqing's ear and whispered, "The original Song boss was a court master and had a clear name all his life, but why is there such a stain as Aunt Nan, if his old man knows the stupid things that Aunt Nan has done, I am afraid that he will not be blind." ”

Her words were aggressive, each sentence was more vicious, and the sturdy heart wrapped in Song Nanqing was dug out again, revealing the rotten heart inside, Song Nanqing's body trembled against the stone pillar, as if she had fallen into the ice and snow, and her eyes were gray everywhere she looked.

She has fallen to this point in her life by herself at this point, but the only thing she Song Nanqing can't stand is her grandfather.

This sentence was like a sharp sword stabbing a big hole in Song Nanqing's rotten heart, and she was drenched in blood, and she finally felt a trace of pain.

The corners of Song Nanqing's mouth stirred a few times, and her pale face with her distorted expression made people feel gloomy under the cold white moonlight.

"Huh," a cold light flashed, the girl was startled, and took a nervous breath, the silver hairpin in Song Nanqing's hand was sharp and sharp, and pierced the wooden railing next to the girl's neck.

Facing the pair of gloomy and angry eyes, the girl couldn't help but shudder, unconsciously took a step back, touched her neck happily, and reluctantly said, "Aunt Nan, the slave is playing with you." ”

Song Nanqing didn't seem to hear it, her stunned eyes stared at the girl, her body was tense and dead, with a full evil spirit, the girl felt a tremor from the bottom of her heart, and took a step back.

Song Nanqing pressed step by step, and the hairpin in his hand was glowing coldly under the bright moonlight.

Forcing the girl under the sycamore tree in the courtyard, Song Nanqing raised the silver hairpin in her hand and stabbed it again.

"Ding." Feeling the coolness coming from her scalp, the girl's heart was even more frightened, and her feet trembled with fright.

"Ahh

The girl screamed in fright.

"Shut up." As Song Nanqing pulled the corners of her mouth, her expression became more and more hideous, and her fierce expression reminded people of the evil ghosts in hell.

"Someone, someone, Aunt Nan has killed someone." The girl couldn't stand it anymore, so she pushed Song Nanqing away and ran outside.

The courtyard was quiet again, and there was still a trail of blood under the green sycamore leaves.

The silver hairpin fell off Song Nanqing's hand and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, she raised her head, stood on the stone covered with dark green moss, and looked out from the yard, she didn't move, like a plant growing out of the moss, bright red blood stains along her slender neck, like a ghost flower blooming by the Lechuan River.

It's been almost twenty years, she has been trapped in this courtyard for so long, everyone says that she Kang Anping is generous and benevolent, and she is so kind to a cousin who seduced her husband, only Song Nanqing knows that she is just a small foil for the husband and wife love of the Marquis of Zhenyuan and the county lord of Anping, Song Nanqing was as beautiful as a flower back then, and she seduced the Marquis of Zhenyuan in every way, and she did everything she could, but there was only one Kang Anping in the heart of that Hou Ye, and Song Nanqing's clumsy methods made this relationship more and more a good story, In the end, Song Nanqing, the vicious man-eating flower, ate the bitter fruit of herself and was locked up in this small courtyard and did not see the light of day all day long.

Song Nanqing can't remember how long she hasn't seen Kang Anping, she gave birth to three sons and a daughter, but Gu Chun still loves her as before, Song Nanqing thinks of the princess Hejia, Kang Anping looks a little like her, maybe she is a graceful and luxurious lady now, maybe there is still a trace of naïve childishness in her eyebrows, and the hearts of those clear and innocent eyes have melted. Song Nanqing couldn't help but think about it, her eyes stared at a certain place in a daze, until she was dyed with astringency, she lived up to her grandfather's expectations of her, became a concubine, and couldn't even keep the last reputation of the Song family, and she lived herself as a joke, and her grandfather probably wouldn't forgive her.

She was in a trance, covered her chest, and showed a wry smile, and then the smile widened and widened, she regretted it, she regretted it a long time ago, she was stupid and ignorant in this life, she liked Gu Chun, for the sake of that unattainable feeling, she ruined her boudoir name, and stigmatized her honest and upright grandfather, she hated those people who counted her as Gu Chun's concubine, and hated her stupidity even more, she was imprisoned in this courtyard for so many years, she stayed up year after year, and she didn't know what she was doing later, Only now she's finally free.

After a long time, she seemed to hear a ballad in her ears, a gentle female voice, low and round, like a ballad that Song Nanqing heard from her mother when she was very young

In the west wing, the glow of the oil lamp looked brighter than usual, and the shadow of a woman was reflected on the window lattice, which was bleak and deserted in the hazy night.

A mother-in-law poked her head and looked in, and when she saw that there was nothing abnormal, she turned around and twisted the girl who was following her, "You dead girl, what are you yelling for, if you make a noise with the masters in the front yard, I can't protect you." ”

"It's not like she's weird and scary." Pity pouted.

"It's just a thing, what kind of waves can be turned over, I think when she first entered the house, it was called arrogance, and now it's not obedient, just scare yourself as a girl." The woman said disdainfully, she has been in this courtyard for more than ten years, and what happened to that person should have come out a long time ago, and now it was only the lady who saw that poor person and rewarded her with a mouthful of food.

As the two spoke, they exited the courtyard gate again, and the woman skillfully pulled out a rusty key and locked the two wooden doors, which were already a little dilapidated.

"Look, there's nothing left." A glimmer of light appeared in Qin Pozi's cloudy eyes, and she put the key in her pocket again.

Pity nodded, and when he turned around, the afterglow swept to the broken courtyard, the moonlight hit the black door, the color of the cinnabar was not yet exhausted, Pity sneered, pursed his lips, and showed a trace of remorse on his face, obviously a humble aunt, why was she frightened away by her momentum

"What's going on?"

Kang Anping just got up, and heard a burst of talking outside, although the new daughter-in-law was going to come over to ask for peace today, but Kang Anping was still a little unhappy, his soft eyebrows were slightly raised, and his face was still with a red tide that had not faded, and his eyes glared upwards slightly, revealing a hint of girlish charm involuntarily.

Gu Chun saw it, came over to hug her, took a hairpin from the dressing table and stuck it diagonally in her bun, "Okay, listen to what happened to her." ”

Kang Anping had a faint smile on his face and said, "Say it." ”

The maid is Kang Anping's personal person, at this moment she was a little hesitant on her face, she cautiously glanced at the Marquis of Zhenyuan, pondered the words twice in her heart, and then spoke, "Someone from that courtyard told me that Aunt Nan went last night." ”

Kang Anping was stunned for a moment, his brows immediately tightened, his red lips that had just been dyed rouge, he bit his lower lip and muttered, "It's really unlucky, we just had a happy event in our house, and at this moment, I don't know what Yi'er thinks in her heart." ”

The maid hurriedly comforted, "Who is the young grandmother, can you still not understand her, madam, there are more trivial things to account, but it is just an aunt." ”

The maid knew that this master had never looked down on Song Nanqing, so what he said was unceremoniously.

Kang Anping's face changed, and he didn't know what he thought, he looked at Gu Chun, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled, "I've never been sorry for her, we have all grown up together since childhood, she obviously knew that we were married, but she just wanted to intervene, I put up with her for so many years, and I couldn't do such a thing." Her expression was innocent and stubborn, and there was a hint of grievance in her clear eyes, "Anyway, she's dead now, and I don't blame her." ”

Gu Chun stroked the index finger of the white jade wrench and trembled slightly, Song Nanqing was gone, the memory was alive and vibrant, and Song Nanqing, who was entangled beside him, was gone, a little far away, Song Nanqing, who had a vague face, suddenly became vivid again at this moment, Gu Chun was a little stunned for a while, sighed, stretched out his hand and rubbed Kang Anping's hair bun as if comforting, and laughed at himself a little, she is older, and even her heart has become soft, didn't she do that incident by herself, that's it, that's it, everyone is dead, and she still cares about what to do.