Li Qingyi sat in the bathtub, listened to the girls through the screen, and said: "Even if Wei Lan'er is fine, the injury on her leg is enough for her, and the female nuns in Baoquan Nunnery are not bad in medical skills, she said that Wei Lan'er is likely to become lame, and Wei Lan'er is afraid that she will not be able to bear such a blow." ”

"This Wei San girl is really unfavorable for the past year, first the Wang family's family affairs failed, and she schemed against the family affairs of the Yongping Marquis Mansion and stole chickens to lose rice, and this time she broke her legs again......"

"Didn't she plant the cause herself to have today's fruit? If she is honest, won't there be nothing? ”

"Yes, this is called self-inflicted iniquity, and you cannot live."

Changning listened for a long time, understood the ins and outs of the matter, and said, "You still don't say cool things. This Wei San girl's heart is not big, she has to find it back in someone else if she is wronged, this time her legs are going to be lame, and she is going to have a black heart! Maybe you'll get a moth at some point! ”

At this time, Shuangshuang came in lightly from outside and asked in a low voice, "The girl hasn't slept yet, has she?" ”

Li Qingyi's voice came from behind the screen, "What's the matter?" ”

Shuang hurriedly said: "Girl, the slave maid went to inquire, this time the people who followed to Baoquan Nunnery were all injured, big and small, and now they are busy, and the people in the house are talking about last night's fire, Mrs. Wei San has woken up, and now she can only lie on the bed, I am afraid that she will not be able to get off the ground for several months." She suffered burns on the right cheek and back, and was bound to be scarred. ”

Lu Wu served Li Qingyi to dress, and gasped when he heard this, it is not a trivial matter for this lady of the family to leave such a scar on her body.

Li Qingyi said quietly: "Pity the hearts of parents all over the world...... What happened to Wei Laner's leg? ”

"It is said that it will take three or five months to see if there will be any sequelae."

Xianglan took the cotton cloth over, wrung Li Qingyi's hair dry, and said, "The slave maid thinks that she is afraid that she is hiding this from Miss Wei San, as if she is afraid that she will not be able to bear it. ”

The crowd felt that way, too.

Chang Yan said: "Now that Miss Wei is injured, she has no time to think about this fire, and when she reacts, even if the yamen can't find out the reason, she will definitely be suspicious." ”

Li Qingyi sneered: "Maybe, she will still suspect me." ”

*****

In the past three or five days, the matter turned out to be as Chang Yan said, the traces of arson were not obvious, and the people of the yamen went to investigate, and finally concluded by accident.

The big stone in Zhao's heart suddenly put down, and his steps became light, and he moved very slowly step by step, as if he was taking a walk.

Although Wei Lan'er is not dead, if she leaves any disability, for a noble daughter, I am afraid it will make him more uncomfortable than killing her.

Sometimes, death is not the best punishment for a person, is it?

Zhao's mood was much better, and she was not angry or sad when she saw those concubines who were triumphant and sometimes provocative in front of her. It's like seeing rows of dead bodies, and I don't think about it at all.

Lin Dongxing's favorite concubine, Aunt Gu, bumped into the Zhao family, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled, I don't know why she suddenly got better these days?

After thinking about it, she leaned over and bit the handkerchief and smiled coquettishly: "It seems that the concubine serves the master well, and the wife is idle, so she spends some time on herself, and sure enough, her complexion is not a little bit better." ”

In the face of Aunt Gu's cynicism, Zhao didn't care, he turned his face to face the warm spring day, gently smoothed the broken hair on his sideburns, and said with a smile on his face: "You still have to pay more attention to your own affairs, if you can't give birth to a son, Lin Dongxing's eight achievements will be replaced, and there will be no hope for any golden house and a flat wife." ”

Aunt Gu's face turned blue and white for a while, and her words seemed to be squeezed out of between her teeth: "Hmph, the master is good to me!" Don't bother Mrs. Lao! ”

Zhao didn't bother with her, and looked at her with a sneer, as if looking at a dead person.

*****

In February and March, the plum blossoms gradually fall.

The green branches and plums, pinmei, and Taige palace powder in the backyard of Mu's mansion have no longer been able to hang on the branches, and the cold incense blows into Du Ruo's nose with the wind, making her sneeze fiercely.

Although she saved her life, Du Ruo was also reduced to a rough maid and was assigned to sweep the floor in the plum garden, and her family was also sent to work in the Zhuangzi.

Du Ruo was like a frightened bird carefully hiding from the work, and she didn't dare to show her face, she gradually understood in her heart that although Madame promised to spare her life, she knew too much about the eighth girl, and Madame couldn't let her go easily, and she had to keep an eye on her all the time.

But the lady doesn't want her life, and the eighth girl may not want her life.

In the eyes of the eighth girl, there is no room for a little sand.

Du Ruo absentmindedly swept the petals under his feet together, and when the wind blew, they floated everywhere.

A voice came from behind him, "Will you work?" ”

Du Ruo looked back and said in surprise: "Yuxiang? So you're here? ”

Yu Xiang frowned: "It's not the same everywhere, what's there to be surprised about." ”

She was the first-class girl next to the original eight girls, but because she made a mistake, she was sent down by her wife. After that, Du Ruo and Cardamom were promoted.

But Du Ruo knew that Yu Xiang was actually taking the blame for the eight girls.

Du Ruo saw that she was holding something in her hand, which seemed to be very heavy, so he said, "I'll help you." ”

"Don't bother."

Yu Xiang coldly refused, and there was no superfluous word.

Du Ruo smiled embarrassedly, "Sister Yuxiang, we are old acquaintances, and we should help each other." ”

Yu Xiang ignored it, turned around and was about to leave, Du Ruo grabbed her sleeve and said urgently: "Do you know how your sister Yu Yi died?" ”

Yu Xiang's footsteps paused in place, "What did you say?" ”

Du Ruo's face was pale, her voice trembled, she was still a second-class girl beside Mu Wan at that time, she got up at night to go to the thatched house, and she inadvertently saw it.

"The eighth girl asked the feather coat to be put in a sack, dragged to Merlin, and after digging a pit, she sprinkled the corpse with medicine powder or something, and the feather coat was ...... little by little Melt! ”

A few years have passed, but she is still terrified when she thinks of that scene now, which is why she has been doing her best to do things for the eighth girl, for fear that one day she will be quietly melted away like a feather coat.

Yu Xiang's gaze suddenly became fierce, "You say it again?" ”

"Really! What I said is true, I didn't lie to you! ”

Du Ruo was afraid that she wouldn't believe it, so he pointed to the plum tree over there and said, "That's it, right there, even the bones have melted and turned into blood......

Yu Xiang subconsciously looked towards the plum tree.