Story of Yanxi Palace

Chapter 1: Split the coffin

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The door of Yizhuang opened, and a paper lantern came in from outside.

Lanterns brought in a pair of feet.

Looking closely at the pair of bow shoes, they were curved like three inches, embroidered on a white background, and they stopped and walked in front of the coffins, and finally stopped in front of a thin coffin.

"Look at what kind of people are here." A choked voice said, "The stranger who died in a foreign land, the poor who had no money to be buried, the prostitute who died...sister, how could you and I meet again in such a place?"

Life is as thin as paper, so there is no thicker coffin in death.

In the Yizhuang, which has been in disrepair for a long time, there are thin coffins that are ventilated, but it is better than a straw mat.

"They all said that you are not qualified to be buried in the ancestral grave, and you are only worthy to lie in a place with this group of people." A pale hand fell on the coffin, groping for a moment, and finally muttered, "I don't believe them, sister. , I want you to tell me the truth yourself..."

"boom!"

The chaotic footsteps sounded from far to near, and then the gate of Yizhuang was suddenly pushed open.

What caught their sight was a raised axe.

"Yingluo! Stop it!" a middle-aged man exclaimed.

"boom!"

The axe fell without hesitation, splitting the coffin in front of him.

"You, what are you doing?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a while, before he said with trembling lips, "This is your sister's coffin..."

A woman in white turned her back to him and everyone.

The axe in her hand was thrown by her at will, she bent down, and carefully helped the person in the coffin up.

"I told you a while ago that my sister died of illness, and then told me that she committed a scandal in the palace, and she committed suicide without shame... Look." She slowly turned her head and smiled faintly at everyone.

The woman in the coffin leaned on her shoulders, with a pair of black butterflies looming around her neck.

After a closer look, I found that it was the bruises left by the two big hands. The big open hands, like two black wings, told a death called murder.

"Have you all seen it?" The woman in white—that is, Wei Yingluo, hugged the woman in the coffin, and smiled at everyone, as if she had finally found the truth. I wish I could tell the whole world right away—I wish I could immediately settle my injustice and tell the world. , "Look at the handprint on her neck and tell me, how can a person strangle himself to death?"

No one could answer her question.

No one even dared to look directly at the two of them.

Almost identical faces.

Wei Yingluo and Wei Yingning, because of their beautiful color and clear air like a lotus, are called the Bingdilian of the Wei family.

Now, this lotus flower is dead and alive. The one in the coffin does not know what panacea he took before his death. After death, he still has seven points of color, wearing the clothes when he left the palace, leaning softly on the shoulders of his sister. , that smile but not a smile looks like a living person.

The one who was alive had eyes like a dead man, with a pair of black and white pupils, staring straight at them, making everyone chill.

"Could it be that it was a wrongful death that was attached to her sister?" More than one person thought so.

"Father." Wei Yingluo's eyes swept across the crowd, and finally settled on the middle-aged man's face, with a smile on her face, "Who is the murderer who killed my sister?"

"Yes..." The middle-aged man seemed to want to say something, but after hesitating for a while, he finally gritted his teeth, "There is no murderer, she committed suicide!"

The rest of the people also came back to their senses at this time, and they were talking about each other.

"Yes, she committed suicide."

"If a woman who was expelled from the palace and was not chaste and unclean, if she didn't commit suicide, wouldn't she want the whole family to accompany her to shame?"

"Die well, die well!"

"My elder sister has bad conduct, and my younger sister is not much better. She actually did something like splitting coffins. Wei Qingtai, you are good at discipline!"

The middle-aged man, Wei Qingtai, froze when he heard the words, hurriedly took a few steps forward, came to Wei Yingluo, and slapped his hand.

"It's all my fault, it's my inability to discipline me!" He humbly pleaded with everyone while slapping Wei Yingluo on the back of the head, "Get down on your knees, and kowtow to the uncles and uncles to apologize."

Seeing that there was no response, he patted again: "Kneel down!"

But Wei Yingluo was like a piece of bamboo, unwilling to bend or kneel.

"Kneel down!" In front of everyone's eyes, Wei Qingtai only felt that he was losing face, and in a hurry, he raised his foot and kicked her knee socket, "Can't you hear?"

Wei Yingluo was kicked by him and knelt down, but quickly got up again.

"Father, you will only make me kneel." She propped herself on the ground with one hand and her sister with the other, and slowly got up from the ground, her black temples hanging down from both sides of her face, covering her expression at the moment, only her voice was cold Such as Winter Spring, "But do you know? I knelt down for Wei Ruhua, but she still stole the hairpin that my mother left for me before she died. I knelt down for Wei Xuedong, but he still ignored our cousins and treated me to me. Hands-on... It was my sister who helped me get the hairpin back, and it was my sister who beat Wei Xuedong away..."

"...Isn't it just a hairpin?" Wei Qingtai frowned, "It's gilded, it's not worth a lot of money, there's no need to hurt your cousins' feelings for it, and Xuedong... He's just joking with you, yes Your sister is so serious, she even broke people's heads."

"...So you all know." Wei Yingluo turned her face to the side, and saw a face that looked like a hibiscus with clear water, with wet and tearful eyes, the tears were about to drip, like the tip of a flower, it was extremely beautiful, "You have everything. I know, I want my sister and I to kneel with others."

She was the one who was robbed, and she was the one who finally kowtowed and apologized.

She was the one who was molested, and she was the one who finally kowtowed and apologized.

"I'm doing this all for your own good." Wei Qingtai said sternly, "Does it have to be for a little thing..."

Little things

"No, only my sister is good to me!" Wei Yingluo interrupted him with a sneer, "Tell you, I've been waiting for my sister to come back. She told me before entering the palace that she would definitely come back and take me away from this Wei. Home, leave you, go to a new place, start a new life, and never let me kneel to people for no reason..."

"The palace is a place where people can kneel anytime, anywhere!" This time it was Wei Qingtai who interrupted her.

Royal Palace.

As soon as you enter the palace gate, it is as deep as the sea, just as mountains have heights and waters have depths, the women in the palace are divided into standing and kneeling.

The Wei family is not a wealthy family, but it's just a coat. Even if my sister has the color of the city, after entering the palace, she can only start by serving people, in other words, start by kowtowing to others.

"Kowing to someone is not kowtow. It's better to choose someone and only kowtow to him alone."

Is this him, is it him, or is she

There are two worlds inside the palace and outside the palace. Wei Yingluo doesn't know how her sister is in the palace, and she doesn't know who she has kowtowed. She only knows that she went in when the spring flowers were blooming, and then came back cold.

It was brought back together, along with the black handprint on her neck.

The owner of this handprint... Who is it

"...I want to enter the palace." Wei Yingluo closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes continued to move forward, "If you don't tell me who the murderer is, that's fine, I'll enter the palace, and I'll find out by myself!"

"Nonsense!" Wei Qingtai was so angry that his beard was shaking, "Do you have to follow in your sister's footsteps?"

Wei Yingluo reflexively glanced at her sister who was leaning on her shoulder.

From childhood to adulthood, my sister was smarter, more flexible, and more courageous than her.

In contrast, she is just a little sidekick who always shrinks behind her sister and needs her sister's protection.

Even my sister can't survive in the palace, what about her? She will definitely live to the end and find out the truth... and then avenge her sister

"...Enough, this is the end of the matter." Wei Qingtai slowed down and stretched out his hand to Wei Yingning, who was leaning on Wei Yingluo's shoulder, "Let your sister rest in peace."

rest in peace

Seeing that Wei Qingtai's hand was about to touch Wei Yingning, a scream suddenly sounded in Yizhuang, piercing to the bone, as if someone had stabbed a knife into the chest, and a scream came out alive.

"what-"

The scalps of a few Wei clansmen were numb, and they couldn't help raising their hands to cover their ears. They only felt that if they didn't do this, blood would flow into their ears along with the screams.

Wei Qingtai was the closest, and was so frightened that she took a few steps back, then stared at Wei Yingluo who was screaming in front of her, and asked with a slight stutter, "You, what's wrong with you?"

"Rest? You can't rest in peace..." Wei Yingluo hugged her sister's cold body, which even began to emit a faint corpse stench. After screaming, her voice was hoarse, and she cried, "If my sister can't rest in peace, neither can I. of… "

In front of everyone's eyes, she cried and cried, but kept repeating one sentence.

"I want to enter the palace." Wei Yingluo cried and cried, "I must take revenge, let you rest in peace... let me rest in peace."

Since it is a lotus flower with its roots, it will naturally be born with its roots and die with its roots.

Since you are gone, even if I am still alive, I am just a rotten walking dead.

Only by letting you rest in peace can I rest with you.

"Crazy talk, it's all crazy talk! It's better to let you enter the palace insanely and bring disaster to the clan..." An elderly Wei family walked up to Wei Qingtai, covered his lips with his hand, and whispered a few words to him.

Wei Qingtai's eyes were complicated. Hearing the end, he finally sighed and nodded.

Immediately after, several figures came to Wei Yingluo's side.

She raised her head and looked at them blankly: "What do you want to do?"

Several large hands reached out to her together.

A few days later, a wine flag was fluttering in the wind, white wine was put into a new cup, and a few plates of side dishes were served next to it. One person was drinking a small wine, and suddenly said, "Whose family is marrying a daughter?"

A few drinkers were leaning on the railings, overlooking the street from top to bottom, and saw a big red welcome party on the long street, slowly moving forward amid the crackling of firecrackers.

With a high head and a horse, a bridegroom official is proud of the spring breeze.

Behind him, followed by a small sedan chair.

The wind lifted and the curtain moved, a drinker let out a whimper, raised his hand and wiped his eyes.

"What's wrong, Feng is blinded?" the guest next to him asked him.

"Perhaps I drank too much, and my eyes are dazzled." The drinker put down his hands and said in a confused way, "Just now the curtain blew a little, and I saw the bride... tied up with five flowers."

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