Aunt Lin was confined to her feet, and the dead maid became a taboo in the house.

The maid was a slave of the Song family who signed a death contract, and she couldn't stand the punishment and hanged herself. I can't care about anything about the master's family, this world is like this, the death of an inconspicuous slave and maid is just a loss of life, and no one will care.

Song Yuting suppressed the rumors in the house, Luo Yuxuan had died, of course he couldn't live anymore, coincidentally, but he was about to leave office in two months, and he was no longer in the mood to clean up a yard for Aya Niang to live at this juncture.

simply took Aunt Lin and the child to the side room, although it was a little simpler, but it was on the edge of the study, and you could see it every day, but it was several times better than the remote Luoyuxuan.

Aunt Lin also gradually came out of the blow in this incident, she forced a smile and held the child in the courtyard, looking at her son's immature face to find some spiritual energy, thinking of her son's future fate, and couldn't bear to feel a little wet in her eyes.

In the night, today is the child's first seven, she ordered someone to buy some paper money, secretly burned, there was a saying that burning paper money in the place where the person died can better convey the mind to the other party, but Aunt Lin didn't have the courage, she couldn't forget the dead face.

is still so immature, just the first person she has ever killed.

Aunt Lin also knew that most of it was not her fault, and she even found out that this maid was bullied by other maids in the courtyard, and instead transferred her hatred to her, the master, in other words, she Lin Aya also became a victim.

It's just that......

She was ashamed in her heart, if she hadn't done something wrong, for her own selfishness, she let the child pretend to be born prematurely, so that the child could grow up safely by her side, she knew that Chen Runian could not have children, and her child would have to be remembered as a concubine sooner or later. But as a mother, she really couldn't be separated from her child, so she only played some tricks to make Yuting's cousin disgusted with Chen Runiang, so she was given a chance.

She kept it a secret, and she did it seamlessly.

But she didn't expect that there was a maid who understood pharmacology in her small courtyard and revealed her secret.

She doesn't blame her, she really doesn't blame her, even if she is so accusatory, so that she loses face, and makes her son name an adultererous son.

Because, Lin Aya flashed the water in her eyes.

Anyone can not believe her, and it is enough for my cousin to believe it.

So in the final analysis, it was she who did the wrong thing first, so that the little maid found the reason.

I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me.

That's kind of how it feels.

Lin Aya sarcastically said that she was not a good person, and she would be careful, but it involved human life.

Her mind will become pure.

Lin Aya didn't dare to stay in the courtyard for a long time, she was really afraid of ghosts.

Song Yuting sighed and looked at the thin figure in the courtyard, accompanied by the maid, and walked back to the house.

No matter how he raises her, Ayaniang, who has given birth to a child, looks thin, and he didn't protect her.

Childe's jade-like face flashed with coldness in the cold moonlight.

If he really protected her, she wouldn't be so tired.

"Zhuqing, go to the temple and invite a few masters to come to the house to do the practice."

After all, he died in the house, which was unlucky.

The night is deep.

Chen Runian felt that this person's heart was really biased.

It doesn't matter if others don't know, he, Song Yuting, personally rushed to her eyes angrily and angrily accused her of hurting that slut. Now that the truth has come out, he didn't ask for the crime, but hid in his yard and guarded it.

"Madame, it's dark at night, it's time for you to sleep." Listen to the snow and lower your eyes, respectfully.

Chen Runang swept the sky hatefully, Song Yuting will not come at this time, even if he comes, I don't want to see him!

Tingxue held the clothes that Madame had taken off, and prepared to let the little maid lead them to wash them. Because of the death in the back house, the servants were particularly sensitive, and nested in their respective courtyards early, leaving only some bright stone lamps, which flickered in the night breeze.

Listening to the snow looking at this long night, she felt a little weak.

She suddenly saw a candle flame flickering between the stone benches, and Xue Xue thought she was dazzled, and took a few steps closer, and this time she really saw a flame beating, a half-old childlike figure beating between the flames.

Tingxue felt that the hairs all over her body stood up.

I also unconsciously remembered that today was the first seven days of the child.

The older generation always said that when a person dies, he will come back once on the first seven days, because he is attached to the world, but also because he is unwilling to resent.

Listening to the snow was a little scared.

She couldn't help but think of the three days before the child's death, and her wife asked her to send some snacks and flowers and fruits to the child.

She has been with Madame for many years, and she knows that Madame never cares about an ordinary slave maid.

But after she sent melons and fruits, something like this happened.

If it had nothing to do with the lady, she would not have believed it.

After all, the best beneficiary of this matter is Madame.

Tingxue was a little apprehensive, but she had always been the most daring of the maids.

She didn't shout, but stepped back, and the beads on her head flashed in the night.

"Listen to the snow?"

As soon as Tingxue heard the familiar voice, she was not afraid, and stepped forward quickly, "Nanshuang, why are you here?" ”

It turned out that the flickering black shadow I saw earlier was the appearance of Nanshuang squatting on the ground. Since Mama Su left, Tingxue and Nanshuang are Chen Runian's right-hand men, and no one can leave anyone. What's more, the two of them are like sisters.

The flickering candle flame was particularly terrifying in Tingxue's eyes.

It turned out that this candle flame was Nanshuang burning paper money.

"Today is the first seven of that Yiping, I will burn some money for her, so that she can live a good life below."

Listen to the snow squatting to the side.

The night wind gusted, like a wind blowing, which was particularly terrifying.

"Don't burn this after burning it, it's not good to let Madame know." Tingxue once occasionally heard Nanshuang mention that there was a little maid who was particularly pitiful, so she took extra care of her. I didn't expect it to be this maid.

One is Ruyuxuan's steward, and the other is Luoyuxuan's little maid, listening to Xuexue, she doesn't believe that Nanshuang will take care of this Yiping because of a trace of mercy. What's more, she died a tragic death.

In the past two years, Tingxue has followed Chen Runiang's side and also glimpsed some unknown sides of Mrs., she is like this, not to mention Nanshuang, who has always been reused, so Nanshuang's appearance of burning paper money for Yiping fell in Tingxue's eyes, and she was a little weak in her heart.

Hearing Xue exhale, she just sent a letter to the maid once, looking at Nanshuang's appearance, maybe the lady sent her to do something unseemly. So the little guilt in her heart disappeared.

The night was deep, and life passed away quietly, as if she had never existed.