In the early summer afternoon, the weather is sultry, and the hot people are restless and breathless.

Qixia-in.

A group of servants stood guard in the courtyard, staring at the door of the main house with anxious expressions.

The young grandmother is giving birth inside.

Eight months of body.

As the old saying goes, seven lives and eight don't live.

The midwife has been in for two hours, and the young grandmother's cry of pain is getting weaker and weaker.

It should be more auspicious, right?

That's right, they are not afraid of problems, but they are afraid of problems.

If the young grandmother does not die, the entire Qixia Courtyard will be buried with her.

Maybe the entire Hou Mansion will be buried with him.

A maid clasped her palms together and chanted a few Buddha names.

Liu Xueru stepped in and saw the maid begging for Buddha, her expression was pious, and a touch of viciousness flashed in her eyes.

When he got closer, his brows furrowed.

"Ask the Bodhisattva for this matter, Mrs. has already made up her mind, have the young grandmother's maids been placed?"

"It's settled, it's all locked up in the backyard," the little maid smiled attentively.

At this moment, the door creaked open.

A fair-skinned woman came out.

"It's a pity, it's a brother."

The mother-in-law shook her head and sighed, she tried her best.

Inside the house.

Shen Anrong looked at the veil above his head with empty eyes, and his whole body was filled with sadness and grief.

The child died.

She had been looking forward to her child for six years.

Nope.

Two hours ago, she clearly felt that he was kicking her in the belly, and she whispered, "Good, don't make trouble." ”

He obediently stood still.

After a while.

Kicked again naughtily.

Qingyan said that he is a naughty and obedient child who will be able to enter and exit in the future.

She looked forward to the birth of the child day and night, and it was gone.

A heart-piercing pain diffused from the limbs.

She couldn't even breathe because of the pain.

Tears blurred his eyes.

She didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

After six years of husband and wife, she and him added fragrance to their red sleeves and raised their eyebrows.

She went out, and he saw him off.

She returned, and he greeted her personally.

Who doesn't envy her for having a good husband who knows cold and hot?

Three days ago, my cousin told her that this qiē was just an illusion.

She didn't believe it.

How can the husband who holds her in the palm of his hand for fear of falling, and puts her in his mouth for fear of melting, can he love someone else?!

At the instigation of her cousin, she tried it.

She didn't tell Su Junze in advance as she did in the past, and Qingyan would come to see her.

Today, he asked a friend to hunt.

While eating breakfast, she suddenly told him the news, and he was stunned for a moment.

She clearly sensed his displeasure.

He didn't try to serve her as hard as he usually did.

Not a single chopstick.

She had a bad appetite and couldn't eat it with just two spoonfuls of porridge.

He said that she was sick and unwell, and he wanted to accompany her at home, so he asked the little girl to return to his friends and hunt another day.

If it were to be the same as before, she would jump for joy.

But at that moment, her heart was dripping blood.

She loved to see his smiling face the most, but when Qingyan came, she thought the smile was very glaring.

It was like a needle in her heart.

Qingyan is the princess of Zhan, and the king of Zhan loves her to the bone, and she gave birth to a son and a daughter for the king of Zhan.

Every year, King Zhan would accompany her on a tour of mountains and rivers.

She was envious.

Qingyan said that when King Zhan came back from the expedition, they would go to Jiushan Lake to play, and it was estimated that they would not be able to wait for her child to be born, but she would bring him back with many gifts.

He returned to the study in solitude.

Didn't come out for a morning.

He didn't like to read by the window, and he once said angrily: The spring breeze is illiterate, so why bother flipping through books.

But the closed window, never closed again from the time he entered.

She could faintly see him by the window.

It was tears that blurred her eyes and made her unable to see clearly.

Qingyan noticed her abnormality and asked her what was wrong, she said that she was envious of her, and she also had a heart that traveled all over the river, and the envy just now was shattered.

Qingyan comforted her, and when the child was born, let Junze accompany her to play.

Her hand wiping her tears paused, and thought with a smile: Maybe pester her and walk with her, maybe Junze will agree, right?

But King Cham would not agree.

It was a domineering and cold man, completely different from Jun Ze's gentleness, and she was afraid to see him.

She once thought that she would never envy Qingyan in her life, she had a good husband, and she also had it.

Maybe that's why they talk about everything.

But what a ridiculous joke did you think it was?

Because of the heartache, she smiled, and her smile was extraordinarily bright.

He should envy her, he can laugh and scold Qingyan from time to time, right?

As before, after Qingyan left, he would hug her at night and gently ask Qingyan what she had told her and what had she learned from her today?

Every time, she happily held on to his chest, and her eyes shone like the stars of a summer night.

She thought he cared about her, and her heart was full.

One fifteen and ten, tell him in no detail.

He would smile softly, like a ray of winter warming her.

Tonight, will she still caress his chest?

An Rong smiled at the sky and let the tears flow back: never again.

Wiping away her sadness, she tasted tea with Qingyan, talking and laughing.

My cousin also came, and my cousin was the concubine she accepted for him two years after marrying Su Junze.

He didn't like her much, and slept in her house five or six days a month.

In the past four years, she has given birth to a daughter and a son for him.

She doesn't envy her cousin, Junze doesn't have one-tenth of her tenderness for herself.

From childhood to adulthood, the person who has been envied has always been her.

But this time, she saw in her cousin's eyes sympathy, ridiculousness, sadness, ridicule.

She didn't know how to refute her, so she pointed at Qingyan in horror.

Qingyan had a nosebleed.

There were also bloody tears in her eyes, and she exclaimed.

He rushed out while reading a book in the study, and in a hurry, pushed her.

She slammed into the corner of the table.

At eight months of age, the fetus moved.

He eagerly and anxiously hugged Qingyan and left without looking back.

She had never seen him lose his temper like that.

I didn't hear her pain, I didn't hear the maid's call.

……

All the good things that were once there have collapsed and shattered.

Tears are like beads with broken threads.

The door was pushed open.

walked in with a charming and beautiful face, and Yingying smiled lightly.

"Give me the medicine bowl, you can wait for the outsiders," she turned to take the medicine bowl and turned back to close the door.

When he turned around again, his brows were furrowed, and he covered his nose with the embroidered handkerchief in his hand, obviously disgusted by the smell of blood in the room.

She approached and looked at her with a sympathetic look.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Liu Xueru gently stirred the medicinal juice with a soup spoon, and said softly, "I know that my cousin is afraid of the bitterness of the medicine, so I specially added two spoonfuls of honey." ”

She paused, and then said, "But I think no matter how bitter the medicine is, it can't withstand the bitterness in my cousin's heart, right?" ”

She poured salt on her wounds, so gently, so kindly, but she smiled.

Smiled and asked, "What's wrong with Qingyan?" ”

"Cousin drink the medicine first, and it's not too late to talk about Princess Zhan's affairs after drinking the medicine," the expression was still gentle, "This medicine was boiled by Madame herself, don't waste her thoughts." ”

An Rong let her put the potion into her mouth.

The strong smell of honey can't overwhelm the smell of arsenic.

When the medicine bowl was empty, Liu Xueru breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

From now on, she no longer has to serve this face that she can't help but want to scratch flowers when she looks at it.

Yes, not anymore.

She studied medicine with Qingyan for three years, how could she not know that the poison in Qingyan has no cure.

The Marquis of Dongqin could not bear the wrath of King Zhan, and she had to die.

It wasn't she who killed Qingyan, no one gave her a chance to argue, and she didn't have the desire to live.

She ran faster, she should still be able to catch up with Shang Qingyan and her son who died just after birth, she really wanted to hug him.

It's just that she didn't understand, looked at Liu Xueru in a daze, and asked calmly, "Why did you kill her?" ”

Liu Xueru glanced at the door and made sure that there was no one in the house, so she laughed.

"What did my sister say this, it was the hosta that killed Princess Zhan, and it was my sister who put it on for her with her own hands."

Hearing the word hosta, Shen Anrong's face stiffened.

Half a month ago, there was a mandarin duck pot murder case in Kyoto, when she was holding a hairpin in her hand and asked Qingyan if she could use the skills of the mandarin duck pot to the hairpin.

She wasn't there at all, how could she have known about this?!

Liu Xueru smiled lightly, "Such a secret thing, I naturally don't know, it was Si'er who sued me, my cousin is still as simple as ever, and I still envy and jealous you for five ......." ”

She laughed self-deprecatingly, "Simplicity is also a blessing, at least until you die, you can live a very happy life." ”

Rong An smiled bitterly.

Si'er used to be her maid, and when she made a mistake, she wanted to scold her with a cane, Shen Anyu interceded for her, so she gave Si'er to her, and later followed her into the Three Princes' Mansion.

Unexpectedly, she also intervened in this matter.

That's right, how could the hosta she specially ordered the craftsmen in the palace to make it, how could it hide from her eyes.

It's a good trick to borrow a knife to kill.

Those maids who followed her into the Hou Mansion, she trusted them very much, but she didn't expect to betray her.

Immediately, he sneered.

Even the husband next to the pillow is hypocritical, let alone them.

I only heard Liu Xueru continue, "Mrs. also asked the midwife to try her best to save her grandson, but it's a pity, the child's life is thin, in fact, it's good to die, you can't do without him, I don't need him as a companion, I don't have the patience of my aunt, I can endure until my sister-in-law marries a wife and has a child, and then kills." ”

An Rong's face distorted instantly, and she was powerless after giving birth, but she instantly burst out with strength, "What did you say?!" ”

It's a pity that it's not loud.

Liu Xueru is not afraid that it will be spread outside, "It is said that cousin, you are simple, you are really not ordinary simple, okay, for the sake of me being a concubine in the Hou Mansion for four years and never setting rules for you, let my cousin be a ghost today, so that you will not go underground and be scolded by your father, eldest brother, uncle, and cousin, and you still look at them stupidly and ask why." ”

Shen Anrong seemed to understand something in her heart, and her hand tightly grasped the embroidered quilt of the cross-necked mandarin duck, but she couldn't believe it.

The eldest brother has been martial arts since childhood, how could he fall from a horse and die.

Daddy is high-spirited, even if he breaks a leg, how can he make a will for the second uncle to inherit the knighthood.

Uncle was only a marquis, how could he drown in the river.

And cousin......

"Why? Why! Why harm them?! Shen Anrong roared.

"Some people live and get in the way of others, damn it."

"Reincarnated in the next life, your eyes will be brighter, your concubine is an old enemy, how can you really be a sibling."

Leaving this sentence, Liu Xueru turned around and left.

When he walked to the door, he glanced back at her and said with a smile, "Actually, that day, I didn't finish all my words, you definitely don't know, the person you hate the most in your life is you, if you don't quit your family, if you don't chase after you, you may get your wish in this life, An Yu can also get her wish, Qingyan is dead, you will always hate you, you learn to play the piano with Qingyan, learn to paint, learn medicine, the more so, the more you hate you, no matter how you look like her, it is never her, so many years, the most pitiful one is always you, I will accept your dowry, and I will give you more ...... to burn some paper money. ”

An Rong couldn't really hear the latter words, she only heard one sentence: Su Junze hates her.

There is no love, there is only hate.

An Rong's heart is cold and cold.

Hands and feet are not aware of the temperature.

After so many years, the case is raised eyebrows, and they respect each other like guests.

It's not love, it's use.

It's hate.

She worked hard to change for him, and in the end she turned out to be a shadow.

Hot tears flowed down the corners of her eyes and into her sideburns.

She remembered that day again.

The sky was fine, blue as jade, and so clean that there was hardly a trace of clouds.

There are several multicolored butterfly kites fluttering in the air.

The laughter of the silver bells spread far, far away.

Suddenly.

The kite is broken.

She ran after the kite.

I saw him jumping down from a tree with a kite.

The appearance is elegant, like a gust of wind in spring, mixed with warm gentleness.

Her heart pounded.

The kite is the medium.

Since then, we have continued to create coincidences and encounters.

……

Tears blurred his vision, and his eyes froze.

The sky-blue veil above his head faded away.

The beads tied to the veil form a thread.

She reached out to grab the kite with the broken string.

Strenuous effort.

Blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, and she suddenly smiled.

Finally caught.

One drag.

One hundred and eight tourmaline beads.

Click.

Fell to the ground.

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