Thinking like this, Xue Ying made all the preparations, and stared at Nalan Moran above with bated breath.

However, while she waited for him to make further moves, he suddenly stopped.

Xue Yinghu looked at him suspiciously, and then realized that the pair of blood-red pupils were falling on her chest.

And there, there is a white jade safety buckle tied with a red rope.

A hint of surprise flashed in Xue Ying's eyes, she picked up the safety buckle with her hand, shook it in front of Nalan Mo Ran, and said, "Mo Ran, do you remember it?" ”

Xue Ying looked at Nalan Moran fixedly, expecting this white jade peace buckle to arouse a trace of his consciousness.

She still remembered the time when Nalan Moran gave her this peace buckle, and before that, he had given her jewelry and clothes many times, but she had all rejected them one by one.

She knew that she was just a girl in the Overseer's Palace, and she didn't deserve those precious things.

Nalan Moran was also angry with her for a few days because she was rejected.

Later, he gave her the peace buckle he had worn for many years, and put down cruel words, if he refused again, he would dislike him.

Xue Ying had to accept it, just because this was his personal thing, even if he couldn't be with him for a long time, it would be left for future things to see.

This is also the only thought left to Nalan Mo after her death.

Xue Ying looked at Nalan Modye, his gaze still fell on this peace buckle, and the coldness in his eyes seemed to be dyed with a little temperature, and there was a little less edge.

"Ink dyeing...... Do you remember? You gave it to me, and you said it would ward off evil spirits and keep you safe in and out. And thou hast said that it is round, and that the two of us will be so consummated with it. ”

When she said this, Xue Ying stared at Nalan Moran tightly, expecting him to make any reactions.

But the originally blood-red eyes suddenly dimmed, and in the next moment, Nalan Moran, who was bullying her, also leaned to the side and fell on the bed in an instant.

Xue Ying panicked.

She endured the pain in her shoulder, sat up suddenly, and grabbed his arm: "Ink dye? Ink dyeing? ”

Nalan Moran was like a puppet with a broken thread for a moment, lying on the bed with his eyes closed, no matter how Xue Ying pushed and called, there was no longer the slightest reaction.

It was late at night.

The dragon and phoenix candles on the candlestick have burned out, and the only electric lights left in the house are still emitting a dim yellow light.

Xue Ying sat on her knees in the corner of the bed, quietly looking at the corpse of Nalan Mozhi in front of her, quietly waiting for the dawn.

I don't know how long it took, but a few rays of light gradually seeped through the window.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near, followed by the sound of unlocking.

The psychic medium and the nurse Wu Ma, who was married to Ruan Mei, led a young maid in from outside.

The maidservant girl looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and she must have never seen a dead person, so she didn't even dare to raise her head, but silently placed the coil in her hand beside the bed, and said in a trembling voice, "Auntie...... Auntie, the slave and maid are waiting for you to wash. ”

Xue Ying was speechless.

Mother Wu took over and said, "Madame told me that our aunt's wife is not more expensive than those daughters, and there is no need for someone to serve her." ”

The maid hurriedly replied: "Yes, the slave and maid know." ”

As the two spoke, the medium glanced at the mess on the marriage bed.

Seeing that Nalan Mo's corpse was half-open, and Xue Ying, who was sitting in the corner of the bed, also had messy hair and a tired face, so he immediately glanced at Wu's mother.

Mother Wu said in a weird way: "Mrs. Auntie, take off your pants." ”