Leng Qinghuan pretended not to be aware, held her breath and listened carefully, and really heard the sound of grass stems gently breaking, although it was small, but it couldn't escape her ears.

She turned her head suddenly, and the silver needle was already clasped in her hand, ready to shoot out at any moment.

The other party was very alert, and when he twisted his face, the person was gone, and only a corner of cyan clothes flashed by.

Because the distance is a little far, Leng Qinghuan wants to chase it, but it's too late.

She walked over to her and looked at the weeds to see two deep footprints on the muddy ground. Judging by the size, it should be an adult man.

Who could it be? Why don't you dare to stand up openly and see each other?

She was full of suspicion, and the artist was bold, so she didn't take it to heart, and chased after the trampled weeds.

A winding path, apparently often walked from here. The footprints are gone here.

Leng Qinghuan walked along the path, and at the end of it, there was an open cemetery, with only a lone grave in the center. There is an acacia tree planted next to it. The canopy is like a cloud.

She leaned over curiously, the white marble tombstone in front of the tomb was engraved with the owner's name, but the vermilion lacquer on the handwriting had been rubbed into a blur, and it was vaguely recognizable: the tomb of the beloved wife Leng Qinghuan.

Own well-dressed mound.

Leng Qinghuan couldn't cry or laugh, because she suddenly remembered the scene of that day that Leng Qinghe described with herself.

Leng Qinghe said: "The prince of Qi cried so much that his liver and intestines were broken, and his love words were full of sorrow, and everyone at the scene wept and sighed, even if he was a dead person, he could be moved to life." Who knows, when the coffin lid was pushed open, there was a barking of a little milk dog inside, and it was whimpering, as if it was being aggrieved.

At that time, the face of King Qi was extraordinarily wonderful. A pair of bloodshot eyes almost popped out, and the tears that were originally mushy on their faces became funny at that moment. He cried and laughed like he was stupid. ”

Standing here now, she can imagine how Murong Qi has desperately suppressed this sadness over the years, just poured the liquor into her throat one by one, and burned it all the way. Then, the rough fingers stroked his name over and over again.

The little dog stood quietly behind him.

Some feelings can only be deeply experienced if you are immersed in the scene.

She walked over step by step, and suddenly, with a bang, a dark shadow suddenly sprang out from behind the one-man high tombstone, and rushed directly towards her.

Leng Qinghuan was full of sadness, startled by this sudden change, hurriedly dodged, and took two or three steps back.

The iron chain sounded, and the black shadow was obviously chained to the tombstone, and he couldn't hit it, his hands and feet were tied, and he struggled desperately towards Leng Qinghuan, his face was hideous, and he screamed fiercely.

It's really like a mad dog that suddenly jumps out and bites, baring a mouthful of fangs.

Leng Qinghuan looked at it, and the man's hair was disheveled, knotted, and covered with hay. The face is dark, covered with mud, and the original skin can no longer be seen, only the moving eyeballs, which have a different color.

The clothes on his body were ragged and covered with mud, one by one, hanging on his body. The two hands that are exposed, the same black and swarthy, and the fingers are full of mud, which is not as good as even calling Hanako.

She had a fierce look on her face, glared at Leng Qinghuan fiercely, and screamed at her, showing her teeth, as if she was going to tear her and swallow her.

This scene is really miserable, I am afraid that everyone who sees it will condemn the perpetrator's cruelty and fight for her.

Leng Qinghuan was frightened for a while, and suddenly remembered a person, Leng Qinglang.

She heard Qiu Si Shao mention that after Leng Qinglang fled from Shangjing, he was picked off his hands and tendons, cut off his tongue, and then locked in front of his tomb.

Is this deserted?

She couldn't believe it.

In her impression, Leng Qinglang always proudly raised her chin, or arrogantly commanded her subordinates, or sarcastically and sarcastically at herself; Or, in front of Murong Qi, he looked pitiful.

In any case, it should not be the current description, no human and no ghost.

She took two steps back timidly, like a plague god: "Are you cold?" ”

The other party was very excited to see her, glared angrily, and trembled so much that the chains rattled. Because his tongue was cut out, he could not speak very clearly and was invective in a vague manner.

"Leng Qinghuan, are you really not dead yet? Why? Why! ”

It really was her.

Although his speech was slurred, Leng Qinghuan could barely understand it.

Leng Qinghuan looked at her coldly: "I've disappointed you, not only did I die, but I still lived well." The child is also very good, he has recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, and was named the son of the Qiwang Mansion by the emperor. ”

Tears welled up in Leng Qinglang's eyes, washing away the mud on his face, and washing his face one by one.

"It's been five years, do you know what sins I've suffered in the past five years?"

Leng Qinglang spoke very hard, word by word, Leng Qinghuan could hear her scolding, and she could see her unwillingness and monstrous hatred.

"I've been locked here like a dog by Murong Qi for almost five years. The wind and rain are blowing, the sun is exposed, the wind is cold, the weather is cold, and you will die several times! Why, you are still alive? God is so unfair! ”

Leng Qinghuan didn't expect that she would hate herself like this. It is clear that she is the one who harms others, she just deserves it, and she eats the consequences, and she still inflicts her misfortune on herself.

That's obsession.

Leng Qinghuan smiled coldly: "Leng Qinglang, you killed so many people for your own selfish desires, and you deserve it today." ”

"Nonsense, all this is forced by you! If it weren't for you snatching everything that originally belonged to me, I am Princess Qi, how could all this happen? ”

Leng Qinghuan leaned down slightly, looked at Leng Qinglang, and said the same word: "First of all, I was originally the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and it was Aunt Jin who robbed her son-in-law and took away her father;

Secondly, even if you are a concubine, the Queen Mother will not choose you to be the princess of Qi, because your character and upbringing are not worthy at all.

Finally, Lonely, don't stubbornly live in the excuses you weave. Murong Qi doesn't like you, he just doesn't like it, even if you take my name, it's not good. ”

Leng Qinglang was picked off his tendons and tendons, prostrate on the ground, almost unable to stand, he could only look up with his face hard, looking at Leng Qinghuan condescendingly, and whimpering in his throat.

"Nonsense! Murong Qi is mine, I have been with him here for five years, what are you? ”

Leng Qinghuan didn't want to say more, Leng Qinglang was already crazy, and it could be seen that she was paranoid and shrunk herself into these self-comforting lies, enjoying it very much.

"Leng Qinghuan!"

The chains trembled, and Leng Qinglang screamed hysterically at her: "Why, why are you still alive?" Why is your child still safe? I'm not reconciled, I am not reconciled! I'll kill you! ”