Yang Qiqi was so frightened that her hands trembled, but she was still extremely shocked and calmly stepped forward to hug Yang Qinghuan's legs and held her up hard.

Yang Yuru, Mama Xie and others who followed were all screaming in fright.

Murong Zhao grimaced and scolded, "Shut up!" Why don't you go get the scissors yet. As he spoke, he helped up the stool that was kicked off by Yang Qinghuan in time and let Yang Qinghuan step on it.

Yang Qiqi didn't dare to let go, but still held Yang Qinghuan tightly, and repeatedly chanted Amitabha Buddha in his mouth.

She was so scared that she felt that she hadn't recited enough sutras and worshipped enough bodhisattvas. She shouldn't have said those things, she wouldn't say anything about God's eyes. I just ask God, the Buddha has eyes, don't let Yang Qinghuan die, don't let her have trouble.

At this time, Mama Xie handed over the scissors with a crawl, and Murong Zhao stepped on the stool and cut off the white silk. Mama Xie, Ziyun and others followed Yang Qinghuan below, and several people moved Yang Qinghuan to the bed.

Zhu Yi hurriedly stepped forward and touched his neck and looked at the pulse, before the general breathed a sigh of relief and said, "There is still gas, there is still gas!" ”

Yang Qiqi was still angry when he heard this, and almost fell to the ground. She said to Murong Zhao with a calm face, "Can you ask His Royal Highness the Ninth to come back?" ”

Murong Zhao didn't know what had happened to Yang Qinghuan since the death of the Tailord of Pingyang. It can be seen that the person who was so proud, noble, cheerful and generous, and self-respecting and self-loving in the past hanged himself, which can be seen to be a big blow. He didn't ask much, nodded to Yang Qiqi and went downstairs.

Zhu Yi took out the silver needle and stabbed it at Yang Qinghuan's person, while saying, "Let's not be in this room, open the windows on all sides first, and I and Zizhu will stay here." ”

Yang Yuru was so frightened that she had a nervous breakdown, her legs and stomach turned straight, and she went out of the house, holding on to the railing of the stairs, and her tears were like broken threads.

Mama Xie was sweating profusely, and her tears were flowing like water. While reciting Amitabha, he thanked Yang Qiqi.

Yang Qiqi's heart suddenly jumped, she held her chest, and said to Mama Xie a little weakly: "You are the most trustworthy person around the fifth sister, but if you are always so impulsive and confused, who will the fifth sister count on in the future?" You're all getting old......" Yang Qiqi saw Mama Xie's face full of regret, and he couldn't bear to say more.

Mama Xie nodded while shedding tears, "The girl also gave the old slave a letter, saying that the old slave would send it to the third lady early tomorrow morning." The old slave felt that something was wrong at that time, but he thought in his heart, maybe it had something to do with His Royal Highness the Nine, and he ...... when he saw that the girl was sad or something," Mama Xie said, crying and clapping her mouth.

Yang Qiqi hurriedly asked Zhuxin to stop her, and she didn't have the heart to deal with Mama Xie, so she went to open the letter.

It was a suicide note, which probably said that the ancestor was killed by Mrs. Li, and she was humiliated and committed suicide in shame, and asked the third lady to show the queen mother for her.

Every sentence is tears, and every word weeps blood.

After reading it, Yang Qiqi handed the letter to Yang Yuru again. At this time, her heart seemed to be pinched by a pair of hands, and it was difficult to calm down.

Mama Xie cried and said, "Seventh girl, what is written on it?" Why can't we girls think about it? ”

At this time, Zhuyi's joyful voice sounded on the second floor: "Wake up, the fifth girl is awake!" ”

When Yang Qiqi heard this, he hurriedly went up to the second floor with Yang Yuru.

Yang Qinghuan was lying on the bed expressionlessly, and when he saw Yang Qiqi and them entering the door, he smiled helplessly and said weakly: "I'm worried about being rescued by you, you are such a smart person, you should understand my suffering." ”

Yang Yuru sat on the edge of Yang Qinghuan's bed and cried, "Are you really crazy? If you are like this, it is painful for relatives and quick for enemies. You were pampered and raised by the ancestors in their hands, our Yang family has always been your first share, if you are gone, the ancestors know how sad they are! What kind of face do you have to go to meet your ancestors. Go and see the uncle and aunt. ”

Yang Qinghuan's eyes also shed tears, and he was silent.

Yang Qiqi said: "Fifth sister, if it weren't for the fact that you are really weak, I really want to wake you up with a slap!" If the people are gone, what hope is there? ”

Yang Qinghuan said with great pain: "It is difficult for a Qing official to decide family affairs, the second lady is meticulous, you have checked for so many days and found nothing." She has worked hard for so many years, how can we be her opponents for a while. I'm already a wreck, so I might as well ......."

"It's better to sacrifice your life for righteousness and use your death to pull her down, in short, the Queen Mother and the Changyi County Mansion will never spare her. But even if you die, even if the Queen Mother and the King of Changyi County interfere in this matter, there is no evidence or no evidence. Once the second lady escapes responsibility, then your death is a joke. Yang Qiqi stared at Yang Qinghuan tightly with a pair of black and white eyes, "Is it worth it?" ”

Yang Qinghuan broke down and cried, "I can't live, my current appearance is not a ghost or a ghost, it is better to be clean than dead." You don't know how I got here these days and nights. When that addiction came up, it was like thousands of worms burrowing into my body, gnawing at my bones, painful and itchy. That's when I thought, I'm going to live, I'm going to live. But I can't help it, if I can give me a little, I want a little. The night is so long, boundless. But when the day dawned, I was still worse off than dead. I'm already a joke, it's better to be dead clean! ”

Yang Qiqi knelt on the footrest beside the bed, held Yang Qinghuan's hand tightly, and said with tears in his eyes: "Fifth sister, no one else can do it, but only you can." In my heart, you can do anything. No matter what kind of predicament you encounter, you will definitely be able to get through it. You are so smart, so strong and resolute, and you will always live so beautifully. ”

Yang Qinghuan burst into tears, "No, I have never encountered any difficulties. In the past, it was the ancestors who sheltered me from the wind and rain, but now that she is gone, I will ......" Yang Qinghuan said, sadness came from it.

Before Yang Qinghuan finished speaking, he fell into a choked throat, and Ziyun's voice sounded outside, "The Ninth Highness has come down." ”

Although Yang Qinghuan didn't have much strength left, when he heard this, he desperately shrank into the brocade quilt, and while shrinking, he screamed loudly: "No, don't let him come in, don't let him see me now." Let him go, let him go! ”

Murong Jin could naturally hear Yang Qinghuan's gaffe shouting, but he still rushed straight in and said, "Ah Yu, I don't care if you are crazy or stupid, I will not withdraw from this marriage." I will only marry you, and we will get married when you are out of filial piety. I will go back to the palace now and tell my father that I will ask him to marry us. Do you hear me? ”

Yang Qinghuan cried across the quilt: "I won't marry you, you can go." I beg you, let me die. If I live like this, I might as well live as I die. You can't be so cruel! ”

Murong Jin's eyes were red, tears were rolling, and he walked to Yang Qinghuan's bed in three steps and two steps.

Yang Qiqi pulled Yang Yuru, and the two of them hurriedly made way for him. Murong Jin leaned over, dragged Yang Qinghuan up through the brocade quilt, hugged him tightly in his arms, tears flowed down his eyes, and he choked up and said: "Ah Yu, if you give birth to me, I will accompany you to live, if you die, I will die with you." We grew up together, and all these years have passed. Why are you so cruel and say those things? So ruthless, you want to leave me. I...... I can't give up your ......."

Yang Qiqi was sad, a sadness and emotion welled up from his chest, and tears also fell. She turned around, walked out of Yang Qinghuan's boudoir alone, and walked out of Qiguang Tower in a distraction.

It was overcast outside, and the snow was falling precariously. Yang Qiqi raised her head, and the crystal and cold snowflakes fell on her face, melted by warm tears. Seeing Murong Jin's affection as deep as promised, Yang Qiqi felt sad for himself, and a deep loneliness welled up in his heart.

Suddenly, Yang Qiqi felt a warmth on his shoulders. She turned her head blankly, but saw Murong Zhao standing behind her with a deep brow. The tip of his nose lingered with the faint fragrance of Bai Shiyi's body, and his warm temperature was all over his body. Her heart suddenly relaxed, and there was an inexplicable steadfastness.

Murong Zhao looked at her cheeks and the tip of her nose that was red from crying, stretched his eyebrows, smiled encouragingly, and said, "I thought you wouldn't cry." ”

Yang Qiqi remembered that when he first went to meet him in Nagano, it seemed to be the same. The smile on his face was both familiar and warm. Yang Qiqi found that the warmth on Murong Zhao's body was very greedy.

"I'm not a hard-hearted person, His Royal Highness the Ninth treats the fifth sister with sincerity, which is really touching." Yang Qiqi hung his head, and after speaking, his voice became softer and softer.

Murong Zhao looked at her gentle side face, and couldn't help but smile and joke with her, "You are not a hard-hearted person?" ”

Yang Qiqi knew that Murong Zhao was referring to what happened in Jilong Mountain, and she suddenly remembered Wen Yaojia's resentful eyes looking at her, and her face changed. In the end, he said depressedly and solemnly: "Whether it is hard-hearted or not, it only depends on who you are right." ”

Murong Zhao could clearly feel the soft heart that Yang Qiqi had just revealed, and he was tightly wrapped in the hard shell in an instant. He looked at Yang Qiqi suspiciously, and said thoughtfully: "People say that sincerity is the golden stone, and there are always people who can warm your heart." Murong Zhao was very close to Yang Qiqi, and the hot breath exhaled when he spoke burst into Yang Qiqi's ears.

Yang Qiqi stared at him sideways, feeling that such words were very much like an oath. She sounded a little strange in her heart.

Murong Zhao suddenly raised his hand at this time and touched Yang Qiqi's sideburns. Yang Qiqi subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he undoubtedly fished her back, swept the snow off her shoulders for her, and helped her put on a hood, "Don't get cold." ”

Yang Qiqi's heart moved slightly, and he withdrew uncomfortably.

At this time, the little maid guarding the door suddenly ran in and said, "Oh no, the second lady, the eldest girl, and the third girl are here." ”

Yang Qiqi suddenly became nervous, she didn't think about it, and first untied Murong Zhao's fox fur cloak. This move seemed to be afraid that others would involve her with Murong Zhao.

Murong Zhao frowned when he saw it, and he wanted to hold down her panicked hand. But Yang Qiqi had already taken off his cloak first and stuffed it into Murong Zhao's hand. Murong Zhao smiled bitterly, and his heart was cold.

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Two days ago, a reader came to ask where I could read free books. A certain autumn's heart was also cold.

A certain autumn should state that "The Concubine Does Not Go to the Hall" is only serialized on the Motie Chinese Network, and all the ones on other websites are pirated. If you have seen the article on another website. Mouqiu can't say anything, please dear quietly, just don't let Mouqiu know.

After all, what you look at for a few minutes is the result of a certain autumn's labor that takes about two hours. It's equivalent to you buying out a certain autumn for two hours to write, and it only costs a few cents. t_t, is it still expensive?

If you feel reluctant, you can grab the sofa and write a book review, and a certain autumn will give you back to grinding iron coins.

In short, if you have watched pirated copies, or want to see pirated copies, don't come to inform Mouqiu, so that Mouqiu's heart is like a knife.