The next day, Qin Mengdie didn't go, one because it was too bloody, and the other because he went, and it was not good to let others gossip, so it was better not to go.

Qin Haichuan didn't let anyone in the house go, he brought a few family members to collect the corpses, rushed to order them with food boxes, and finally sent a severed head meal to the third aunt.

The third aunt didn't begin to repent until she was on the guillotine, she only asked for it in her life, she didn't think about paying, she was leaving today, she didn't even have anyone to send her, her daughter was ruined, and her husband was disgusted with herself.

Qin Haichuan walked up to the guillotine with the food box, squatted down and took out the rice: "This is your last meal, if you have any wishes to say, I will try my best to satisfy you." Qin Haichuan didn't even bother to call his name.

At this time, the third aunt couldn't eat, so she just picked up a glass of wine and dried up: "Master, I now know that I have lived in vain in my life, but unfortunately it's too late, I just beg you to go and see Menglan more, don't let the next person abuse her, she can't take care of herself, and it is inevitable that the maid will not be satisfied." ”

It was rare to see the third aunt talking like this, Qin Haichuan nodded, and poured her another glass of wine: "Drink a few more glasses, save yourself a while and be afraid, Menglan, don't worry, that's also my daughter." ”

The third aunt picked up the wine jug and drank a pot of wine from the jug: "Master, the only thing I really have in my life is to love you." ”

At this time, the supervisor shouted: "When the hour comes, start the beheading." ”

Qin Haichuan packed up his things, walked off the prison platform, and turned his back to the third aunt.

It was a sunny noon, and the sun was shining warmly across the land. The onlookers looked at the execution site with their hands over the sun.

I only heard a knife falling, and the third aunt's life was over, and someone went up to collect the third aunt's body, and carried it directly to Yizhuang, where people sewed their heads and bodies together and installed the coffin.

The third aunt's funeral was not held, and she was directly carried to the ancestral grave in Yizhuang, not buried in the ancestral grave, but set up a small grave bag next to the ancestral grave, which can be regarded as letting her be buried in the ground.

It's not a glorious thing to do. So no one is talking about it anymore. Qin Haichuan ordered someone to lock the gate of Qin Menglan's courtyard, leaving only a few maids to serve, and ordered her not to leave the Xinghua Courtyard for the rest of her life, and this matter is over.

It's disgraceful. I was no longer afraid that Qin Menglan would come out. What a lot of thought. As long as she has a mouth that can move, she may not be honest, Qin Haichuan knows her daughter. She can only be placed under house arrest for life, which may be another protection for her.

These days have been busy with the affairs of the army on a rainy night, so I didn't come back much, today it rained lightly outside, as the saying goes, a spring rain is warm, an autumn rain is cold, this spring light rain is falling, and summer is near.

Qin Mengdie's yard planted some new flowers and plants, she sat in the pavilion and looked at the peony that had just grown buds, which was more thorough and clean in the baptism of rain, and her mood was much more relaxed.

I suddenly remembered that I hadn't painted for a long time, and I brought back some paint from the palace a few days ago, and the ancient pigments were limited, so it was impossible to paint oil paintings and gouache paintings.

Qin Mengdie's painting style is biased towards some Western painters, and he used to prefer American watercolor masters Steverhanks, because his painting style is like reading a poem, listening to a nostalgic golden song, that beam of sunshine, that green leaf, simple but full of enthusiasm for life.

I haven't painted for a long time, I thought that my hand would be born, but I really put pen to paper, and I soon found the feeling, especially at this moment, the feeling of painting in my hand and people in the painting.

"Why is there such a Yaxing? Painting in the rain is the first time I've seen it. Feng Yuye walked into the pavilion with an umbrella.

Shui Ling took what Feng Yuye had in his hand, put it on the corner of the pavilion, and left the pavilion with interest, leaving this beautiful scenery to the two who had not seen each other for a few days.

Hearing Feng Yuye's voice, Qin Mengdie put down her paintbrush, got up and walked over, and took Feng Yuye's hand: "You have been tired these days, you have lost weight, have you eaten well and slept well?" ”

Feng Yuye hugged her in his arms: "Mengdie, do you know how much I miss you these days?" ”

Qin Mengdie has been busy with the affairs of the third aunt these days, so she feels that time flies quite quickly, but for Feng Yuye, it is really like a year.

"Come and sit down." Qin Mengdie pulled Feng Yuye and sat in front of the drawing board.

I thought that Qin Mengdie would hug him for a while and talk about his thoughts to each other, but it seemed that Qin Mengdie didn't miss him as much, and he felt a little aggrieved: "Mengdie, you didn't miss me?" ”

What Qin Mengdie can't stand the most is that this prince is as cold as ice in front of outsiders, but in private he is simply chatting with himself and adding vinegar jars: "How can I not want you, it's just that there have been too many things in the past few days, and I have only calmed down today, if you don't come, I still want to send Rufeng to deliver a letter to you." ”

Hearing this, Feng Yuye showed a smile: "Have you solved all the things in your family?" No hassle, right? ”

Qin Mengdie shook her head and looked into the distance: "It's all over, it is estimated that it will be too peaceful in this mansion in the future, but there are two aunts missing all of a sudden, and the population of our family is not large, and my father is also depressed in this period." ”

Feng Yuye's hand kept holding Qin Mengdie's hand: "I have a good life in our house, it's not about how many people are, it's about whether the relationship is good or not." ”

These words really spoke to Qin Mengdie's heart: "Rainy night, what you said makes so much sense, after hearing your words, I feel much more relaxed, how about painting with me?" After speaking, he let go of Feng Yuye's hand, picked up the paintbrush, and continued to sketch.

Feng Yuye sat beside her with a smile and watched, but after looking at it for a while, he couldn't help but ask: "Mengdie, what kind of painting style are you?" I've never seen this panel stand up, it doesn't lay flat, and the paint goes down the slope, which is really unique. ”

Qin Mengdie changed a thinner brush and dipped it in paint again: "This is called watercolor, I learned it from my master's miscellaneous notes. ”

I used to hear Qin Mengdie say that she was a master, and Feng Yuye still accepted it, but after the two had been in contact for a long time and became familiar with each other, they felt a little strange: "Everything was learned from your master, and no one has seen your master, do you still have reservations with me?" Saying that, Feng Yuye looked at Qin Mengdie's eyes.

Qin Mengdie hurriedly avoided Feng Yuye's eyes, because she did tell a lie, but how could she confess? Will anyone believe this? Besides, will there be anything wrong with saying it? Will it affect anything? She doesn't even know, so it's better not to tell this secret for the time being. (To be continued......)