Linghua continued to look at the dynamics in the mirror.

Master Yuan was so angry by Yuan Qiuying's words that he laughed angrily: "You also know that you made Zhen'er die! My good grandson, I have waited so many years to have such a lovely grandson...... Because of your negligence, there are no corpses now!"

Yuan Qiuying is like a pool of stagnant water, there are no waves on her face, even her eyes are muddy and gloomy, and even her breath is like an iron plate that can't stir up any ripples, stiff and short.

Her silent attitude angered Master Yuan even more: "You speak! You unfilial daughter!"

"It's all beaten anyway......" Yuan Qiuying lowered her head, "No one is on my side anyway."

"What over here?" The original master burped and kicked the cabinet next to him, "Say something you don't understand, our original family has been reading sages and cultivating virtues for generations, how can there be descendants like you?"

After venting his emotions, he didn't care about Yuan Qiuying's injury, and while chanting "my grandson" sadly, he walked out of Yuan Qiuying's room with the support of a round-faced maid.

Yuan Qiuying propped up on the ground and got up, covering half of her beaten face and stunned for a long time. She looked out the window with a blank face, and a flock of birds flew freely in the sky.

"That's nice." Looking up at the birds, an envious smile appeared on his lips.

As if she hadn't experienced what had just happened, she quickly got up and closed the door, took out all the things in the room again, and after comparing them one by one, threw some of the unwanted ones back and put the rest on the table.

"That's enough." She put all the clothes, books, and coins she had left behind in a bag, and tied it tightly and carried it on her back.

Heng Gu was surprised and pointed to the mirror: "She, she wants to escape?!"

Is it an escape? Linghua remembered Miss Jin who was possessed by Zhao Qian in Anxian County. is also a young lady, Yuan Qiuying's treatment is too much worse than that of Jin Qiyuan.

She carefully observed the expression of Yuan Qiuying in the mirror, and there was something wrong with her hopeless and even self-defeating face.

Why not be happy when you're running away?

Linghua pondered, "She wants to escape, how can she escape? There is no helper, and even he is still being targeted by the county government, and if he wants to escape, it must not be the current state."

When Heng Gu heard this, he also looked close to the mirror, only to see Yuan Qiuying move the stool to the window, step on the stool, and look into the distance with his hand on the window frame.

"What is someone else's home like? Are you like me?" She said to herself, "Let's go now."

Yuan Qiuying closed her eyes, silently blowing the wet and cold wind of autumn, tears silently flowing down the corners of her eyes.

The autumn wind slowly hit her face, she didn't realize it, and after a while, Qiu Ying snorted, got down from the stool and closed the window tightly: "It turns out that everyone is the same, then I won't be sad."

She expertly unwrapped the burden and spread it on the floor, taking things out one by one and putting them back in place.

"She, what is she doing? Do you play house?" Henggu clicked on the person who sat alone on the bed in a daze after putting things in the mirror.

"She must be comforting herself with this behavior...... Imagine yourself who has escaped, and fantasize about seeing everyone on the outside as you are, so that you will feel better......

Linghua's fingertips grabbed the mirror, and the image on the heart mirror disappeared in an instant, leaving only the empty whirlpool just like Yuan Qiuying's eyes when she was beaten.

"It can be seen that Yuan Qiuying's father has been suppressing and criticizing her with the matter of giving birth, and she should have been bullied like this for a long time." Linghua stood up and paced and thought, "Based on her current performance, she should be dissatisfied with the life she is in but has no power to escape, but why lock herself up?"

Heng Gu picked up the mirror and nodded at the position where Yuan Qiuying disappeared on the mirror: "Maybe she is just healing herself, you see how sad she was just now."

Linghua also looked at the mirror, and her compassionate expression was reflected in the mirror, her eyes blinked, and the compassion turned into calm in an instant: "Although she is pitiful, but now I have more doubts about her, I still have to look at her more in the next few days, and I will definitely find the answer I want."

In the evening, the sunset is extraordinarily red, as if it is burning in the sky

The fire burns so much that the sun seems to be about to burst open, which makes people feel not at peace in their hearts.

Linghua and Henggu were eating dinner when suddenly an exclamation came: "Can't catch it! I can't catch it!"

Then their door was slammed open, and a dirty child entered, quickly turned and closed the door, and without greeting anyone, he just slipped under the bed and snickered.

Outside, there were anxious shouts of two or three maids, "Little Miss! Little Miss, don't make trouble, you will be beaten if you are caught by the master!"

"Hee-hee-hee, hee-hee-hee......"

The child under the bed couldn't hide his smug laughter.

Outside, they were still shouting, "Little Miss! Come out of here, we're losing!"

The child remained motionless, giggling under the bed.

"Looks like she's gone somewhere else again, let's keep looking."

The silhouette of a maid appeared on the door, and she waved her hand: "Don't look for it, don't look for it!" I'm going to die of exhaustion. This little lady is too difficult to serve, she jumps up and down with her every day, and my aunt doesn't care."

Another maid came over, panting breathlessly: "How can my aunt be qualified to take care of it? The mistress is our young lady, and besides, she lives in our original mansion, so how can she be in charge."

"That's what I said, but our young lady can't take care of it so much, the little master is still so young, and he needs to be taken care of the most, who wants to take care of this crazy girl."

"It's a pity for the young master...... But this little lady is also pitiful, my aunt hasn't seen her much since she has a little young master, and my aunt doesn't care about her, she plays paper tigers by herself all day long, and she doesn't learn the "Three Character Classic".

"Don't be merciful, have mercy on us. This little lady is too wild, she can't speak at the age of four and a half now, and she runs crazy all day long, no different from the wild girl outside."

"Hurry up and find it, we won't be able to have a good time if she doesn't go back to my aunt in the evening."

The messy footsteps of the maids stepped on the ground, and Linghua looked out to see that they had run somewhere else to look for them. The little baby under the bed slowly moved out of the narrow gap and lay on the ground silently, burying her face in her elbows.

"They're gone, and no one is coming to arrest you." Linghua was still eating, and looked sideways at the child on the ground, "Have you eaten?" If you're hungry, you can come and eat together."

The little lady of the original family got up, wiped her cheeks with her sleeves, and looked at Linghua expressionlessly and without saying a word.

Linghua saw that her eyes were red, and she must have secretly cried when she heard the discussion of those maids. She took a spare white porcelain bowl from the table, filled it with a bowl of sweet corn soup and handed it to the girl: "It's very sweet, here you are."

The child's hands are gently raised, and then quickly carried behind him. Her round, bright eyes revealed obvious timidity, her mouth pursed tightly, she shook her head like a rattle, and then ran out of the room with a puff of smoke.

Linghua looked down at the sweet soup in his hand: "It's not poisonous, why don't you dare to eat it?"

It was night, the moon was bright and the stars were scarce, and Linghua slept very unsteadily.

She tossed and turned on the bed, and her mind was full of the original Qiuying's blank eyes, and the girl's timid eyes, the two pairs of eyes intertwined, like a change, and seemed to overlap.

Linghua sighed silently, slowly stood up and sat up.

"Why did you wake up?" Henggu sat up from the ground half-asleep, "Isn't it comfortable?"

Linghua breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's just that my heart is depressed, I'll go out for a walk, don't worry about me, sleep."

Henggu closed his eyes and let out a "hmm" from his nose, fainting and falling back into a deep sleep.

Linghua opened the door, looked at the light reflected by the moon, and walked aimlessly, and before she knew it, she actually walked outside the room that led to Yuan Qiuying's isolation.

"How did you get here...... Linghua smiled, shook his head and turned to walk the way he came, but heard a "squeak" behind him.

She became alert, hurriedly hid in the messy grass outside, and looked at Yuan Qiuying's room with a half-hunched body.

I saw that the door opened a crack, and Yuan Qiuying revealed half of her face, her eyes poked left and right, and after perceiving the safety of the environment,

She boldly opened the door, pulled out a pile of things from behind her, and closed the door.

She walked behind the trellis and turned her back to not knowing what she was doing. Linghua hid in the grass behind the arch and looked at it, Yuan Qiuying's back could only be seen halfway.

She stretched out her hand to draw an invisibility barrier, walked out of the grass and stood behind Yuan Qiuying openly.

Yuan Qiuying put a copper basin on the ground, holding some children's clothes in her arms, and piled a few sticks of incense and a thick pile of paper money at her feet.

She lit the incense with a fire fold: "Zhen'er, are you still there? Would you like to come out and meet your mother?"

There was no sound around, and it didn't seem like the wind was blowing.

Yuan Qiuying waited for a moment and lowered her head: "That's right, it's right that you don't want to see me, because I hurt you, and it's all my fault......

She picked up the paper money and lit it, and the light of the extinguished fire reflected her slightly pale face. With a flick of his hand, the ashes and unburned paper money fell into the copper basin.

"Zhen'er, my good Zhen'er, you should have drunk Meng Po soup at this moment. It's okay, forget about it, it's my mother who is sorry for you, and my mother owes you."

Yuan Qiuying raised her hand and wiped her face, looking at the back of her hand she was stunned for a long time, there were only a few grains of soot scattered on it, and there was not a single tear.

"It turns out that I forgot to cry, it's my mother's fault, I should cry, how can I not cry when I mourn?" Yuan Qiuying burned some more paper money, "But Zhen'er, my mother can't cry anymore."

She said to the flames burning in front of her: "Originally, you should be all my hope for the future, but my mother suddenly reacted one day, the so-called hope is just to find a hope for yourself and a responsibility for yourself. In fact? Has everything changed?"

"Nope." Yuan Qiuying only had indifference on her face, "I can't change anything, and you can't change either."

"Zhen'er, you know what? My mother was very lonely before, I thought that after you came, I would be happy, I would be happy, and I would get the life I wanted.

But no. Zhen'er, my good boy, my mother is even more lonely."

She threw Zhen'er's clothes into the fire, "Do you understand me? It is said that mother and son are connected, will you understand your mother's feelings?"

The woman sighed: "Zhen'er, you can go well, my mother is really reluctant to let you go, but it's already like this, my mother has no choice...... These clothes are all for you to wear on weekdays, burn them, burn them......

Linghua was shocked when she heard Yuan Qiuying's confession, she originally thought that Yuan Qiuying was suffering from such a life, but she still loved her child in her heart, but this time her feelings for Zhen'er did not seem to be a simple mother-son relationship.

Beneath the surface lies other purposes, isn't it...... Linghua suddenly looked down at Yuan Qiuying's face, and his heart tightened as if he was being tightened by a rope.

Yuan Qiuying's face was as dead as ashes: "Zhen'er, if it weren't for you, would I be better off now?"

"Will the life I want come to life?"