Chapter Twenty-Three: Each Harbors a Ghost
Li Xiu'e really regrets not being at the beginning, and no one in the entire village spoke for her, and they all felt that it was her fault.
glanced at Yun Ling, and saw Yun Ling grimacing at her again.
Yun Ling is not afraid anyway, she is now with Li Xiu'e, and for the sake of the dead Yun Ling, she should also clean up the family.
Yun Ling saw that Li Xiu'e was angry to death, and she was happy, and deliberately grimaced to anger her, Yun Ling thought that it was better to be angry with this person directly, then she would be much cleaner in the future.
But if Li Xiu'e dies now, there is a chance that it will depend on her, so Yun Ling gave up this idea.
"Han Jiao, you called the doctor and said I couldn't do it." Yun Ling lowered her voice and poked Zhao Hanjiao.
Zhao Hanjiao immediately understood, and shouted loudly: "Someone, Yun Ling can't do it, hurry up and call the doctor." ”
Everyone who was whispering was looking at Li Xiu'e and Liu Huanting, and when they suddenly heard Zhao Hanjiao shouting, they were immediately frightened into a cold sweat.
The village chief was also anxious, if Yun Ling died in Wujia Village, the matter could not be hidden, and the reputation of the entire village would be ruined.
took a cane and pestled it in front of Li Xiu'e and said, "I'll settle accounts with you later." Mingxuan, go and call Dr. Wu over. ”
Li Xiu'e, who was lying on the ground, was completely stunned, no? Yun Ling is dying? Is he going to go to court?
screamed, got up from the ground, and ran away, ignoring the girl on the ground and the pain on his body.
Several women in the village wanted to help Yun Ling into Zhao Hanjiao's house, Yun Ling waved her hand, and said angrily: "Aunts, I'm sorry for you, let's send me back to my own house, even if I really die, don't spoil the feng shui of Sister Han Jiao's house." ”
Zhao Hanjiao wiped her tears and said, "Yunling, what are you talking about?" ”
"Han Jiao, send me back." Yun Ling took a long breath and replied sadly: "The fallen leaves return to the roots, and I can find an enemy to take revenge." ”
The two of them sang and harmonized, which was particularly harsh in Liu Huanting's ears, turning into evil ghosts to seek revenge on themselves? She sat on the ground in a daze, the rain constantly beating on her, like a clay figure, motionless.
Yun Ling knew that superstition was indispensable to these people in ancient times, and she used to often worship the heavens, so it was the easiest and most effective to scare these people with these ghosts and gods.
Because Yun Ling is also a woman, the man can't get close, so he has a few aunts, so he sent Yun Ling home and changed into clean clothes.
Doctor Wu from the village also hurried over, looking at Yun Ling's face like gold, her lips were pale, and she suddenly felt bad, and after taking the pulse, she sighed again and again.
"Let's prepare for the aftermath earlier." Doctor Wu's eyes looked at Yun Ling on the bed, sighed, and said, "It's so young and weak, and I don't know how many beatings I've been beaten, and it's broken from the inside." ”
There were a bunch of people around Yun Ling's window, and in the end, Yun Ling said that she couldn't breathe, so she slowly dispersed.
Only Zhao Hanjiao was left alone.
After seeing everyone leave, Yun Ling sat up suddenly, glanced at Zhao Hanjiao, and the two of them began to laugh secretly.
Zhao Hanjiao poked Yun Ling's forehead and said, "I thought you were really bad." ”
Yun Ling waved her hand and said, "Actually, I really can't do it anymore, but Lord Yama said that he refused to accept me, and I still have my good sisters waiting for me." ”
The two of them laughed as they spoke, and Zhao Hanjiao asked curiously, "Why is Dr. Wu also your person?" ”
Yun Ling took the water that Zhao Hanjiao had just poured from the bedside and said, "Secret." ”
Because she just deliberately pretended to be sick, this was her previous unique skill, when she was in the palace, as soon as the emperor came to see if she was cured, she was a little more powerful, so that the emperor didn't come to see her much, how unlucky.
Yun Ling smiled, and said calmly: "One report and one report, I think Li Xiu'e will dare to come to me in the future." ”
"By the way, Han Jiao, you can help me send the two children over, I'm okay anyway, and I can't scare the two of them." Yun Ling has been thinking about her two children since she just started, and she still thinks a little bit about not seeing Xiao Tuanzi for a day.
"You mothers are really, you can't leave for a day." Zhao Hanjiao quipped, although it was a ridiculous tone, the movements in her hands did not slow down, covered Yun Ling with a quilt, and went out.
Yun Ling and Zhao Hanjiao's family are very close, so they brought the two children after a while, Yun Zhiyi and Yun Zixian were more mature than their peers, and when Grandma Wu played with them at home, they knew that something had happened to their mother, but the mother used to say that no matter when, as long as the mother had Aunt Han Jiao by her side, she didn't have to go out, and the mother would be fine.
Yun Ling was drinking hot water on the bed, and then saw the two little groups come in with tears on their faces, and they were very distressed, Zhao Hanjiao didn't disturb her mother's solitary life, and consciously closed the door and left.
Li Xiu'e and Liu Huanting in the East House listened to the sound of Zhao Hanjiao leaving, patted their chests, and they were all right if they were still alive.
Nanwu's Zhang Li and Li Xiu'e's sons are also silent, Yun Ling is not dead, and it is easy to say anything.