Ninety-eighth bowl of soup (1)
you want my heart don't you
Do me a favor and you can take it.
Anyway, it was broken.
It was another dark night, there were no stars in the sky, only the pale moonlight fell on the ground, occasionally there were a few owls hooting, and weeping blood continued. Before the inscription on the gate of Pei Mansion was torn off, the two guide lights at the door were blown by the cold wind, the paper lampshade was broken, the flame jumped rapidly, and then went out with a snap.
Because it was a young child who died, the funeral could only be held at night. The two teams who came from afar wore sackcloth and white cloth on their heads, and the small coffin was gone. In this quiet night, the coffin that had been in the mourning hall of Pei's mansion for seven days was finally buried.
This funeral has finally come to an end, but the whole Pei Mansion is still as frozen, and the cold wind is biting. The vermilion door opened wide, like a bloody mouth, which was daunting.
If you want to be pretty and filial, the young woman in white at the head is really beautiful. Because she is heartbroken and her face is not covered with makeup, she looks even more beautiful.
When Qing Huan appeared, the child was already dead. The child's mother, Wei Yinglan, the wife of Pei's mansion, was sitting beside the coffin in the mourning hall, with her head leaning against the coffin, expressionless and devastated. It was already late at night, she dismissed all the servants, and stood guard for her dead daughter by herself. The door of the mourning hall opened, the wind blew in, and it was bitingly cold. She was dressed thinly but she didn't seem to feel it. She just groped the coffin and didn't speak.
Qing Huan asked her for her heart.
That is a gentle, pure and sincere heart, which is rare in the world. Because of this affection, he also combined the soul fragments of another person.
Wei Yinglan was not afraid, nor did she ask how such a beautiful girl appeared in the heavily guarded Weiyuanhou Mansion in the middle of the night. As soon as her daughter died, all thoughts of her were lost, and she was not afraid even if she followed her to die. Could it be that she was afraid of some ghosts and ghosts
So there is a deal.
Wei Yinglan asked Qing Huan to put her soul into her daughter's coffin, and accompany her daughter who died young to spend twenty years as a lonely ghost, and Qing Huan used her body to replace her as the wife of Weiyuan Houfu. An undeserving child died, Wei Yinglan knew this, only made her feel even more chilled.
Therefore, Wei Yinglan is no longer Wei Yinglan at this moment, the real Wei Yinglan is lying in the coffin, embracing her little immature daughter, and will sleep forever from then on.
This deal is not very appropriate, after all, Wei Yinglan can't confirm whether Qing Huan can really help her, but she has no other choice, she can't survive, all her strength and courage have disappeared in this cold winter, Disappeared in the pool of cold water, disappeared in the body of the daughter who was fished up and had lost her breath.
Such a lovely daughter who hasn't grown up yet, white and tender, can't say enough, walks unsteadily, but when she sees her mother, she will cry, cold, and when she is hungry, thirsty, cold, and hurts, she knows to go to her mother , knowing that the one who loves her the most in the world is her mother. Such a lively little life, conceived in October, gave birth through hard work, watching her grow up day by day, beautiful and caring, hugging my legs, throwing myself into my arms, kissing my face, cool, cool, cool called. When I made her a new dress, I embroidered butterflies on it. When she saw her, she slapped her hands and laughed. She laughed all day long, as if there was nothing in the world that could make her unhappy.
But the child died.
Her nose and ears were filled with sand, and her body was bruised from the cold. It was already frozen hard when she was fished out. One of her favorite tiger-toed shoes was missing, and her beautiful little skirt was also torn. The double bun she wore in the morning It was scattered, and the small butterfly tassel headdress that was pinned had disappeared.
Does it hurt? cold? Are you afraid
Will you call me a mother
Did he still think of his mother to save her before he died
So cute, such a small child, Wei Yinglan felt that she had something to live for. Her love was not reciprocated, but she got the best baby in the world, she felt that she was content in this life, such a lovely child, so tender that she couldn't bear to let go, holding her every day, thinking about it all the time, worrying about her Hungry, thirsty, unhappy, no toys to play with. Making new clothes and shoes for her in different ways, and dressing her up beautifully, just like the little jade girl in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva, it really hurt her so much.
But now, Wei Yinglan has nothing.
She didn't want to continue this kind of life anymore, and she didn't want to live anymore after her daughter died. So she begged Qing Huan to put her into her daughter's coffin. She was so young, she would be bullied if she was a ghost, so as a mother, she had to protect her well. In this Hou's mansion, the rich clothes and fine food are rich and rich.
Qing Huan pressed her temples and put her elbows on the table. She fulfilled Wei Yinglan's wish. In return, Wei Yinglan gave her her body. If he wanted to take away Wei Yinglan's heart, he had to think carefully.
She wasn't sleepy, so she didn't plan to go to bed, the white cloth on her head was not removed, and the wick was beating weakly. At this moment, the door creaked open, and a tall and straight figure came in with the cold wind.
The visitor was also white and filial, handsome and majestic, he was Wei Yinglan's husband and the master of Weiyuanhou's mansion, Weiyuanhou Pei Deyong. He earned this title by himself, it has nothing to do with the Pei family, but the family has not been separated yet, because he is the second child in the family, all the servants in the family call him Second Master.
Before Wei Yinglan married him, she was innocent and innocent. After marrying him, she was even more gentle and considerate, only thinking about her husband. When she learned at home that he had been promised to the second master of the Pei family, she was overjoyed, because she had seen him soaring on the horse and his arrows were so handsome. Everyone in the capital admires the second master, but she is the only one who is married. This is the person she admires, and she wants to be the best wife.
Acting coquettishly and foolishly, playing tricks and entanglement, she is really a little wife. Pei Deyong is not good at women, and he didn't raise the maid who was the housekeeper before marriage to his concubine until after he got married. After that, he had one wife and one concubine, and never showed favoritism. After Wei Yinglan became pregnant, her aunt Lanfang also became pregnant. After that, Lord Pei had both sons and daughters, which was envied by everyone. Men value their sons more, and they love their daughters. When they came to his wife's room, they saw the immature and cute daughter, and there was a bit of tenderness on his usually cold face.
This man was probably born without love. He has a lovely wife and beautiful concubines, one charming and the other graceful. I will relieve it, and the rest of the time is like a rock. When Wei Yinglan's love was strong, she was petty with him, just a little coaxing would be fine, but when this person saw her turn and leave, she also left, until the next time she came back, she followed him again, and this incident never happened .
Because of his son, Pei Deyong went to the concubine's room more often, but he didn't stay for long.
In the past, Wei Yinglan only thought that he was a piece of wood that didn't understand style, but he just didn't understand it. If she treated her sincerely, she would definitely get her sincerity. , there is no love between men and women.
He only had his parents, his brother, and his blood-related relatives in his heart, without her, Wei Yinglan. Probably some positions are for daughters, but daughters are not as important as sons.
After having a daughter, she slowly looked away, thinking that it would be okay to live like this for the rest of her life. Anyway, although the husband is ruthless, he has a sense of responsibility and is not lecherous. She just needs to raise her daughter well. With this little baby, Wei Yinglan can really grow up.
But the world is unpredictable.
Qing Huan's back was facing the door, and she didn't look at it when she heard the sound. If it was Wei Yinglan, she would have gone to Huo Han Wen Nuan in the morning and ordered someone to burn a large charcoal basin to serve the prepared meals.
After the man came in, he closed the door behind his back and stood there for a long time. Qing Huan didn't look at him, nor did he want to, until the man sat down beside her and called her: "Yinglan."
She seemed to want to comfort her, but her words were clumsy, and she didn't know how to comfort her.
Qing Huan glanced at him indifferently, and said sarcastically, "Master Hou, why did you come here? The young master fell into the water and was frightened. It's okay if you don't go and have a look? After a while, Aunt Lan Fang can't be coaxed anymore, what should I do?"
Pei Deyong clenched his fist violently, and Qing Huan looked carefully, only to find that there seemed to be tears in his eyes.
That's right, after all, it's his own daughter, connected by his blood, hugging his calf every time, looking up at her little face and sweetly calling her a little milk doll called Dad.
"Is Lord Hou sad?" She asked softly, and laughed, tears streaming down her face while laughing. "Master Hou is so sad, my sister can't see it anymore, her ears are full of sand and sand, blocking the call of Lord Hou, and her mouth is full of sand and mud, and she can't call daddy anymore."
Pei Deyong couldn't help being heartbroken anymore, his eyes were red, and his tears could not be suppressed.
When he opened the door and came in, he was in a daze for a while. As if Jiaojiao's little daughter is not dead yet, she will hear his footsteps and jump over to hug his leg, calling her inarticulate daddy in a childish voice, pestering her to hug her, just married her mother She also likes to act like a baby when she comes in. His natural indifference and seriousness can't scare this delicate little daughter, besides Ying Lan, she is the closest to him.
But he never saw the little girl who couldn't walk steadily anymore.
Rao is Pei Deyong's iron-blooded man, standing up to the sky and standing on the ground, and a minister of the shoulders, he can't help but feel heartbroken. Seeing that Wei Yinglan's attitude towards her has completely changed at this moment, no more affection and love, only resentment left, it is even more heart-wrenching. "Ying Lan—"
Qing Huan let him hold her, and still smiled with tears. Most of these were words that Wei Yinglan couldn't say, and now she came to say for her: "What's the matter, Lord Hou, when you go back to the mansion, don't you go to see the young master first? My sister has always been well-behaved, I don’t bother you, I just wait for you here. If it’s cold today, I don’t dare to ask her to carry a pony to the door and wait like before. You should come here earlier to see her, she is three years old Your birthday hasn't passed yet."
Pei Deyong was in so much pain that he was about to die, but Wei Yinglan didn't allow him to die, nor did he allow him to be hurt.
Qing Huan asked: "You are obviously close to my sister, why did you go to save the young master first? Let my sister pour the silt and sand in the seven orifices, and it freezes into a blue and purple appearance? My sister will cry, don't you love her? "