Mu Qingling had no resistance to the fact that she was dead, and she was locked up in a small courtyard that did not see the light of day for half a year, and endured the deliberate discussions and ridicule of those subordinates in the Jingyong Mansion every day, which had brought her weak and sickly body to the limit.

If it weren't for the fact that she was still worried about Yunqiao, the maid who had followed her since she was a child, Mu Qingling felt that she wouldn't be able to survive even for half a year.

However, the ending did not change because of her patience, Mu Qingling stood on the verandah, and the little maid kept passing through her body, no one saw her, and no one talked about her.

A disgraced Miss Cousin died, what is there to discuss? It is estimated that now her good aunt, the wife of the head of the Jingyong Mansion, has gone to count the belongings she brought from the Mu family with great interest.

After all, Xu has pretended to be a good aunt for nearly ten years, coaxing herself to obey her, but in the end, she ruthlessly designed herself to carry the stigma of running to the smuggling party at night, isn't it just to collect the Mu family's Wanguan family wealth for herself?

Even the scoundrel who broke into her room and violently made her die an unclean death, it is estimated that he will not be able to escape Xu's handwriting.

Mu Qingling's pale face instantly drew two blood marks, the ghost has no tears, resentment to the extreme, resentment turned into blood and tears, leaving two marks on her face.

However, at this time, there was neither June Frost nor Thunder Fury, she was dead, and she could do nothing but return to the underworld. It is called that the heavens should not be, and the earth is not spiritual.

Mu Qingling looked in the direction of Fushoutang, which was the courtyard where the ancestors of the Jingyong Mansion lived, and now it was also full of white silk. Before the old lady left, Xu couldn't see her alive. And why is he so stupid, until he was ruined by her, he didn't see the true face of that woman!

There are benefits to being a ghost, but as soon as her mind moves, she has already drifted to the main room of Fushoutang, the old lady's resting place.

Mu Qingling floated in front of the old lady's spiritual seat, and the blood on her face became even redder, "Grandmother, you have a spirit in the sky, can you see Ling'er today?" ”

The white candle in front of the old woman's spirit was shining, and the maid guarding the spirit kept adding paper money to the brazier, Mu Qingling looked at the coffin of the old lady Yu, knelt down slowly, and said: "Grandmother, Ling'er is not filial, and she can't go to the pillar incense with you." If you have a fate in the next life, I hope that Ling'er can still devote himself to your knees and serve you for the rest of your life. ”

The white silk in the mourning hall was suddenly blown by the wind, and the little girl who burned the paper shivered, looked up at the tablet of Mrs. Yu, and quickly lowered her head and burned the brazier even more.

"Ma'am." The maid guarding the door suddenly shouted, and Mu Qingling, who was kneeling in front of the spirit, suddenly turned her head to look, and her ghostly eyes were even more terrifying at this time.

As soon as Xu Shi walked into the mourning hall, he felt as if the surroundings were a little colder, Xu frowned, and raised his hand to signal the surrounding maids to leave the mourning hall.

Mu Qingling stood up, her eyes were bloody, and she couldn't help but reach out and slap Xu, and her hand passed directly through Xu's body.

"You hypocritical villain with a Buddha's mouth and a snake heart! I have always regarded you as my own mother! Mu Qingling watched Xu pass through her, walked to the spirit of Old Lady Yu, and Shi Shiran lit incense.

She thought that Xu's lust for profit was already mad about her, but she didn't expect Xu's next words to make her heart beat even more.

"Old lady, although you close your eyes, the affairs of the world can no longer disturb you, but you cared most about your granddaughter before your death, and now she was raped to death, if you see her under Jiuquan, don't be too surprised, your ancestors and grandchildren have always been in love, this Huangquan Road has a companion, and it can be regarded as a piece of her filial piety to you, a girl who has no name, and now it is like this, it can be regarded as a good ending."

Xu Shi seemed to think of something ridiculous, and there was a little smile on the corner of her mouth, only to hear her continue to say slowly: "Oh, don't be too sad, the thief has been found, and the government has arrested the person, but you never imagined it, the thief was actually instructed by Wen Yuan, and now Wen Yuan has been arrested, although your granddaughter is already a broken flower and willow, and she is not decent, but after the high-ranking official, the family is orphaned, this crime must come down, Wen Yuan is afraid that he will not be able to come back." ”

When Mu Qingling heard this, the whole person was shocked, Xu raised his eyes and looked around, his face no longer had the usual gentleness, the whole person was cold, and said: "Old lady, I bowed low and made a small person, pretending to be stupid and coaxing you by your side for decades, and now I finally get what I want, the title of Duke Jingyong belongs to my son Wenda, and the Mansion of Duke Jingyong is now my Xu Zhi has the final say!" You, your precious granddaughter, your son, your grandson, are all defeated by my men! Didn't expect that, right? ”

Xu didn't want to hide those secrets at all, she had suppressed it for decades, painstakingly planned for decades, and now she had won a big victory, others couldn't talk to her, and she didn't care about a dead person at all.

Xu Shi propped his hands on the altar, looked at Mrs. Yu's coffin and said with a smile: "Don't blame me, they are all the blood of the old prince, why is it that just because the boss is so much older, my husband has to be inferior to him, I Xu Zhi is better than her Jiang Qiwen in everything, why can her son sit on the throne of the prince!" If you want to blame God, it's unfair! If you hadn't stood in my way, I wouldn't have let you and your short-lived granddaughter go to the west early! ”

Mu Qingling was shocked by Xu's ambition, and when she heard her last words, she only felt a chill rise from the bottom of her heart, "What do you mean!" My grandmother was killed by you?! Slut! You are such a vicious heart! ”

"You are better than your granddaughter's life, a bowl of old ginseng soup, and you left unconsciously, unlike that stupid girl......" Xu Shi straightened his sideburns, and the madness on Fang Cai's face was all retracted, and at a glance, it was the kind second wife of the Jingyong Mansion.

"Don't blame me for being ruthless, Wen Min was fascinated by her, and even wanted to break off her in-laws with the Yuan family, how could I keep this fox and harm my Wen Min? With her, in addition to the eldest family, it was her own bad life, how could she become your granddaughter. ”

Although Mu Qingling knew from the time she was framed that she had fallen into the trap of the Xu family, she never expected that the Xu family would use her to kill two birds with one stone, how vicious!

Xu should have thought of the days when she called for wind and rain in the future, the smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more obvious, she raised her hand, wiped the tablet of Mrs. Yu with the silk handkerchief in her hand, and said softly: "As soon as the ancestor leaves, the big house is convicted, and as soon as the mourning period passes, my husband is the righteous Jingyong Gong, and I Xu Zhi has been given the title, old lady, don't worry, on the fifteenth day of the new year, your pillar of incense is indispensable." ”

Mu Qingling watched Xu Shizhi walk out of the mourning hall proudly, and when the people came and went to see her, they saluted respectfully, and the stewards of each courtyard took the account book and cautiously followed her, waiting to reply to her.

As Xu said, the blood of these innocent people paved a smooth road to glory and wealth for Xu, and from then on, she was the Duchess of the country, and she would be awarded a decree, and she was the wife of the Yu family.

She will be honored in life and after death, and these people, no one cares about them and no one remembers them after decades, and there is nothing more than a lonely ghost.

Mu Qingling's eyes were red with bloodstains, she sat on the ground, full of resentment and was imprisoned in her chest, she died unjustly but could not avenge her grievances, she was a noble daughter of a family, but she was stigmatized and could not enter the ancestral grave, she was kind all her life, but she was betrayed and framed by her relatives, her reputation was ruined during her lifetime, and her soul was helpless after death, how unfair, how unfair!

The originally clear sky gradually gathered clouds, faintly thundered, Mu Qingling looked at the door that had not yet been closed, the sky in the square courtyard was already full of dark clouds, as if it would crush the sky at any time and bury all here, Mu Qingling stood up, came to the courtyard, and looked up at the sky.

As if sensing Mu Qingling's existence, electric light flashed in the clouds, and the faint thunder became clearer and clearer, and Mu Qingling cried blood:

"The sky has no eyes! Let the traitor be in charge, the thief woman Xu Zhi, disregard human morality, kill his mother and nephew, seek wealth and kill his life! Mu Shi Qingling swears with his soul today, looking at the heavens for mercy, and the traitor will bow to the law, and pay for my unjust death! ”

The wind was blowing, and the plants and trees in the courtyard were swaying in the wind, as if they were about to be uprooted. The lightning suddenly rose, there was a thunderclap, and the white lightning like practice fell instantly, and for a while everything was quiet, as if time had all stopped, and the huge Jingyong Mansion could no longer hear the slightest sound, and not a single pedestrian was seen.

With a "bang", the downpour fell instantly, and the entire Jingyong Mansion was shrouded in a rain curtain, hazy, like a dream.

Originally, it was still a sunny day, looking from the river, the blue sky was like washing, the water and sky were connected in the distance, and the fertile fields on both sides were thousands of acres.

But God is never reasonable, the rain will fall, only an instant, the bean-sized raindrops fell, smashed on the boat and fell into the water, only to hear the sound of rain falling all around.

The boss of the boat walked to the cabin with a hat and a robe, and said to a young man: "Forgive me, noble, this rain is too big, continue to sail for fear of encountering wind and waves, and there are still delicate guests on the boat, can you go to the front to face the wave ferry and stop the boat for a while?" ”

The young man looked at the sky, and at this time the sky was dark and oppressive, and there was no momentum to stop.

The rain fell strangely, and there was no wind in the rain, but at this time the waterway in front of him was almost invisible, and the young man secretly cursed and said to the boat boss: "It depends on the boatman's will." ”

The captain of the ship was answered, and hurriedly went to the deck and shouted to the boatmen to dock the ship. The young man dusted off the rain that had fallen on his body, and after thinking about it, he walked to the cabin in the back.

"In the event of a sudden rainstorm, you have to stop the boat for shelter, cousin, is there any disturbance?" The young man knocked on the cabin door, and then asked.

The hatch opened, and the delicate maid dressed in green blessed her son and said, "The girl was taking a nap, but she hasn't woken up yet, the boatman is running smoothly, we don't feel anything here, Young Master Wenyuan doesn't need to worry." ”

Yu Wenyuan nodded and said: "Your girl is weak, and this time she returned to her hometown to mourn her uncle, it is inevitable that she will be sad, you persuade more, the ancestor in Beijing is still worried about her, so that she will not be broken by sadness." ”

The green-clothed maid said again and again that Yu Wenyuan was already married, and it was not good to spend a long time in front of the boudoir girl, so she left after a few words.

The green-clothed maid closed the door and bypassed the screen to look, and saw that the person who was lying in bed for a morning break had gotten up at some point, and was standing in front of the window in a daze, looking at the river outside the window, with tears on his face.

"Girl!" The maid hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out her hand to close the window, and muttered: "The girl has been unwell lately, what are you doing standing in this tuyere at this time, this rain is so heavy, how can it be good if it is drenched!" ”

The maid's hand closing the window was grabbed by the person next to her, and it was tightly fastened, and it hurt a little. When the maid looked back, she saw that the person standing in front of the window was looking at her stupidly, with tears on his face still dry, but the expression in his eyes was so complicated that it was unpredictable.

"Cloud, Cloud Bridge?" Mu Qingling asked in a trembling voice, Yunqiao couldn't care about closing the window, and hurriedly reached out to help Mu Qingling to the side of the bed and sat down, and said softly: "Yes, Yunqiao is here, what's wrong with the girl?" But dreaming frightened? ”

Mu Qingling looked at the cloud bridge, then looked out the window at the rain and fog, and said softly: "Yes...... It's a dream......"

Butterfly dreams Zhuang Zhou, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, where is true.

Where, is it an illusion again?