Chapter Seventy-Seven: It Must Be Burned

The whole dream was foggy, Yang Qingqing felt as if she was floating, floating, floating, and actually looked at her past life again.

From a killer hidden in the ordinary, but his hands are stained with blood. In the end, Yang Qingqing, who was entangled in the good and evil in her heart and had a heart attack, and then to Xiao Cuihua, who was only five years old, seemed to have seen through all the conspiracies and blood, and she became Xiao Cuihua. She wanted atonement, she didn't want to kill anymore, she didn't want any more lives in her hands, not at all.

"Qingqing ......"

Hey, where is the sound? Chi Guang Xiangcai.

Yang Qingqing floated, listening to a voice that seemed to come from the end of the mist, but why did this voice feel a little familiar?

"Dust-free? Xiao Langjun? Yang Qingqing blinked her wet eyes and shouted in a hoarse voice, but as she shouted, the voice seemed to be gone.

"Don't leave me behind." The surrounding voices finally stopped sounding, but the bloody pictures of the previous life were reincarnated in front of me. The one who came out from under the corpse, the murderous self.

"Don't, I don't want to kill, don't ......" Huangfu Wuwu sat beside the bed all the time, looking at Yang Qingqing, whose eyes were closed, muttering, his face slightly tight.

"Qingqing, we don't kill people, wake up." Huangfu Wufu broke Yang Qingqing's tightly clenched hand and held it in the palm of his hand. But when the cold touch came, he realized that this girl he had always thought was full of flowers was actually colder than anyone else, and she was more afraid of the cold than anyone else.

"Don't ......" Yang Qingqing finally broke free from the dream and opened her eyes dimly. Looking at the masked man in the room, the corners of his mouth raised slightly

"Dust-free ......"

Huangfu was shocked, in fact, she knew from beginning to end that she was dustless, but why did she never say it?

Yang Qingqing smiled weakly

"I'm so tired

。 Sleep a little longer, and when I wake up, I'll give you a thousand taels as a dowry, and then you can marry me, okay? ”

Huangfu sat carefree, looking at Yang Qingqing's eyes, he was so nervous for the first time that he didn't even know what to say.

The light in Yang Qingqing's eyes finally slowly dimmed, after all, it was her extravagant hope, he was a cloud in the sky, but she was just mud in the ground all her life, and she couldn't walk together.

Yang Qingqing's eyes closed again, but Huangfu Wufu still couldn't answer, and now like him, he didn't know how to answer.

"Qingqing, wait for me a little longer, when I have avenged all my revenge, I will marry you, raise fish and shrimp at will, and gossip about mulberry hemp."

Before Huangfu finished his worry-free words, a string of tears slipped into the corners of Yang Qingqing's eyes.

Early the next morning, the sun lazily shone in through the window and cast it on the bed, Yang Qingqing stretched comfortably

"Cuicui, your young lady is hungry, hurry up and eat." Yang Qingqing still had a loud voice and said towards the door.

Cuicui hurriedly pushed the door open and ran in

"Miss, you're finally awake!" Cuicui's eyes seemed to be more swollen than yesterday, and Yang Qingqing squinted at the sun

"Cuicui, do you think my eyes are bigger than yours when I squint now?"

Cuicui pursed her lips slightly, and finally endured the words that came to her mouth

"Miss, let's freshen up and have breakfast first."

Yang Qingqing stared at the stool on the side of the bed in a daze, then shook her head, and nodded with a grin.

Breakfast was very rich, Yang Qingqing was still feasting, and when it was finally finished, Cuicui breathed a sigh of relief and came forward to clean it up, but Yang Qingqing's words made her knock over all the dishes and chopsticks in her hand, making a loud and piercing sound.

"Tell me, what's going on." Something must have happened yesterday, so they looked at their eyes early this morning and were nervous and worried, especially Cuicui, what could make her cry so much that she couldn't open her eyes? It's probably only flowers

。

Cuicui bit her lip stubbornly, but tears still couldn't stop flowing out of her eyes,

"Miss, nothing happened...... Cuicui said yesterday's words of the imperial doctor, and refused to say anything.

Yang Qingqing took a sip of the small tea on the side and shook her head

"Sure enough, the tea made by Huahua is the best, or Ming'er will take her back to make tea for me." Yang Qingqing's eyes were still squinting at Cuicui like a little fox, and when Cuicui heard Huahua's name, she knelt down and cried.

Yang Qingqing only felt a dull pain in her heart again, making her breathing become short.

Try to take a deep breath and calm yourself

"Cuicui girl, what are you crying about?" Yang Qingqing tried to calm herself, but her pale face still betrayed her.

Cuicui raised her eyes and looked at Yang Qingqing, her voice was already hoarse

"Miss, the flowers are gone!"

"Gone? It's really gone, why is it so fast? The teacup in Yang Qingqing's hand was already tightly gripped, and she barely stood up but sat down on the chair weakly.

Cuicui was shocked

"Miss, are you alright? You can't have anything to do anymore, you can't live anymore. ”

Yang Qingqing looked at Cuicui, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and it was just right to be her little sister at this age.

"Silly girl, you can't die anymore, if you die, your young lady will really be finished." Yang Qingqing stood up again, the corners of her mouth still raised

"Let's go, let's see Huahua for the last time." Yang Qingqing tried her best to suppress all the emotions in her voice and looked at Cuicuidao.

Cuicui was still kneeling on the ground, but her whole body seemed to have lost her strength

"Huahua has been taken away by the prince for burial."

Yang Qingqing's face turned pale again,

"Is it true, the prince is buried?" This emperor is worry-free, because he is afraid that he will harm this murderer

。

"That's it, you see, the sun is just right outside, I want to go out to bask in the sun, you go and prepare some small desserts for me, the sweeter the better." Yang Qingqing said with a smile.

Cuicui looked at Yang Qingqing and said that it was fake not to worry, their young lady looked heartless, but she was the easiest to put people in her heart.

"Miss, you can cry if you want to, you are uncomfortable to look at like a slave." Cuicui persuaded that in her eyes, Yang Qingqing has always been a person who will definitely come out on the spot if she has any emotions.

Yang Qingqing lowered her eyes lightly

"Crying?" Yang Qingqing shook her head, "We want to laugh, why do we cry, the one who should cry is not us." Yang Qingqing said slowly, those people should cry, because they still don't know who they are messing with.

"Miss......" Cuicui thought that Yang Qingqing was stupid again, but Yang Qingqing didn't explain and walked out slowly.

Yang Qingqing looked at the mulberry leaves standing at the gate of the courtyard, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised

"Sister Mulberry is here?"

Sang Ye looked at Yang Qingqing like this, and his brows furrowed slightly

"The slave maid has seen the side concubine Niangniang, the mother is blessed."

"Hmm." Yang Qingqing responded lightly

"The prince asked you to come?"

Sang Ye sighed lightly in his heart and stepped forward quickly

"The prince has ordered, you are not in good health, so you are specially allowed to move out of the prince's mansion temporarily, and the prince has already prepared another courtyard for you outside the prince's mansion, concubine, please."

Yang Qingqing Nunu mouth

"But I'm used to being here, and I don't really want to leave, what should I do?"

People don't offend her, she doesn't offend people. If someone offends her, she can still turn a blind eye, but if she dares to harm the people around her, she will be burned!