The same delicious taste as imagined, the touch of each other is like dragonflies treading water, there is no urgency or heavyness, everything is so soft. There is silence all around the Buddha, and between heaven and earth, there is only the tenderness conveyed by the mutual bond.
Four or five or six slender bamboo leaves were taken away from the branches by the wind, and fluttered to the two of them. At the moment when the bamboo leaves were about to fall, Mrs. Shangguan was paralyzed, slipped to the ground, and lost consciousness.
A tear slipped out of Aunt Jiang's eyes, and her bright red lips trembled, opening and closing, "I'm sorry."
Outside the small courtyard, the old lady was sneaking up with a thin boy pushing a wheelbarrow.
After entering the yard, the old lady saw Mrs. Shangguan lying on the ground, her wrinkled face smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum. Looking at Mrs. Shangguan's eyes, it's not like looking at a living person, but like looking at the glittering gold and silver treasures in the house.
A lean man dressed as a servant, skillfully put the person into the sack, put it on the wheelbarrow, flipped over a pile of old cloth clothes, and pushed the car to go out.
Seeing this, the old lady pouted at the soulless Concubine Jiang from the window before turning around and following the wheelbarrow.
When the servants in the mansion saw the young servant who was born in front of them, they wanted to ask some questions, but when they looked at the old lady who was following behind, they kept their mouths shut, not wanting to come forward and make fun of themselves, only to provoke anger.
How could they have thought that Mrs. Shangguan was lying in this inconspicuous unicycle at this time. With the escort of the old lady with her nostrils upside down, the little servant pushed the wheelbarrow all the way out of the Shangguan Mansion smoothly.
As soon as I arrived outside the mansion, I unfortunately met Yan Xuhuan, Shangguan Mo, and Shangguan Yi who went home together.
"Oh my God." When the old lady was guilty of being a thief, she suddenly saw Yan Xuhuan and almost burst her heart. "How did you... this is coming back?"
This sentence was obviously asked by Yan Xuhuan.
"You're always so panicked, why did you obey something in the house again?"
While talking, Yan Xuhuan approached, which scared the old lady so much that she broke out in a cold sweat.
"No... no... just tinker with the clothes that are not needed in the mansion, and give... to the stinky beggars in the ruined temple on West Street." The old lady's teeth were trembling, and she could not speak easily, and secretly meditated in her heart: Tian Ling Lingling Lingling, Taishang Laojun to bless. I hope Shangguan Dan will not be suspicious, don't open these old cloth shirts, and quickly enter the mansion.
Lie to a three-year-old baby, you old money fan and miser, you can't find a passable reason for lying. The neighbors around here, who do not know who do not know who do not know, let you dig things out, it is like killing your old life.
Yan Xuhuan's stopped footsteps lifted up again, and the old lady's heart also lifted, and her legs began to bend.
I saw Yan Xuhuan's slender and white fingers slipping back and forth from the old cloth shirt. Going around in circles, not only nearly cost the old lady half her life, but also made the boy who pushed the unicycle hold his breath, the veins on the back of his hands gradually bulging, like earthworms wriggling in the flesh.
As long as Yan Xuhuan noticed the existence of Mrs. Shangguan, the servant would immediately... do everything in her power to escape.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not a tiger, and I won't eat people." Saying that, Yan Xuhuan withdrew her hand, took the handkerchief that Shangguan Mo timely handed over, and wiped her fingers finely.
The little servant listened to Yan Xuhuan's smiling voice, nodded with a smirk, and replied: "Yes, yes."
The old lady, who was about four steps away, saw Yan Xuhuan withdraw her hand, and the old leg, who was about to go limp, stood upright again. In my heart, I meditated again: Thank you Taishang Laojun for your blessing. After this is done, I will definitely send you three sticks of incense to pay homage.
He hurriedly scolded the little servant not to be lazy, and hurriedly pushed the cart to work.
"Grandmother." Shangguan Yi shouted out, causing the old lady and the cart boy to tremble again. The heart that had just fallen was suddenly brought up to the throat again.
"Grandmother, you are going in the wrong direction. West Street is this way."
"You dead child, you are young, can you speak more coherently." The old lady felt that half her life had been lost in such a short time, and her anger was pouring towards Shangguan Yi. The fingers pinched on his arm really tried so hard to make this little grandson howl again and again.
Shangguan Yi pursed his lips and said to the old lady's back, "Sister, you should have stopped the car just now."
"What's the reason?"
"Sister, Yi'er promises that my grandmother must have stolen something from the family and sold it. Why don't you feel bad?"
Yan Xu laughed without saying a word, touched the little head of her silly brother, took Shangguan Mo's hand and stepped into the mansion.
Shangguan Yi, who was following behind him, had a question mark on his face, but when he saw the appearance of the two of them holding hands intimately, he felt very strange instantly.
The old lady walked for a while and turned around. After seeing that Shangguan Dan was gone, she stroked her chest and let out a sigh of relief. Just now, she really wanted to scare someone to death. With a nervous look, he picked up an alley, urging the boy to push the wheelbarrow, and headed for a dilapidated house somewhere on East Street.
That night, the Shangguan mansion was brightly lit and noisy again, because the mistress of the house, Mrs. Shangguan, disappeared.
Some servants said that they saw Mrs. Shangguan entering the courtyard of Concubine Jiang. When Yan Xuhuan went to ask, Aunt Jiang lost her soul, no longer bright and beautiful as she used to be, lying at the window and laughing madly. Appearance, strange is infiltration.
How Ren Yan Xuhuan asked, Aunt Jiang kept silent and immersed herself in her own little world.
When the servants saw this, they thought to themselves, "Isn't it stupid?"
For a time, she was disgusted and pitiful at the same time.
"Come over here." Yan Xuhuan turned her head and instructed the servants who were watching the excitement behind her.
"Miss, what are your orders?" The three maids and four servants bent down and asked.
"Go in and send Aunt Jiang to the firewood room."
"This..." How dare these servants, but it was the eldest lady's order, and they were in a dilemma for a while, not knowing what to do.
"What? Doesn't what I said work?"
"Naturally use the best." Several servants received the icy gaze of the eldest young lady, where can they think of anything else, they immediately nodded and ran into the room, rushing people out.
"You guys have been jailed for me for a long time. If you run away, be careful to be eaten by a board."
After getting the message from the eldest lady, several servants dragged Aunt Jiang all the way to the firewood room and threw it in.
They had a vague feeling that there would soon be no such person as Aunt Jiang in the Shangguan Mansion.
Firewood, do you think it's just a place to store firewood
No, in the Shangguan Mansion, only the most wicked people are thrown into the firewood house to fend for themselves. Often, they are thrown into the firewood house the day before, and within two or three days, the firewood house will surely catch fire.
Therefore, when the eldest lady said that she was going to take Aunt Jiang to the woodshed, a few people hesitated.
"Little girl, little girl..." When Shangguan Yi heard the servant say that her sister had locked up her mother, she was so anxious that she left the servant girl and ran to the firewood room.
"Young Master, you can't go in." The four servants who were guarding outside the firewood house dutifully stopped Shangguan Yi.
"Go away, even I dare to stop, believe it or not, my sister broke your hands and feet."
"Little Master, please stop kicking our servants. This is all the eldest lady's order, and we don't dare to obey. Otherwise, you go to the eldest lady first." The young servant who was talking saw Shangguan Yi calmed down, knowing that he heard it, he continued to say: "Go and ask the eldest lady to get some food and quilts for Aunt Jiang."
When Shangguan Yi heard it, he felt that the little servant was right. Thinking about it at this moment, even if I force my way in and I can't help my mother, I might as well go to my sister. She loves me so much and will definitely answer all my requests.
Thinking like this, he turned around and ran wildly. Because the road was unknown at night, he slipped and fell.
"Sister, elder sister." Before anyone arrived, the voice had already arrived.
Shangguan Yi rushed in in a daze, and saw that his good sister was enjoying the service of the dumb girl's shoulders.
"Sister, why did you keep Xiaoniang in that ghostly place in the firewood house?" Shangguan Yi was unhappy, grabbing Yan Xuhuan's hand and shaking it vigorously.
"Aunt Jiang is sick and can only stay in the firewood room." Yan Xuhuan said, a smile on the corner of her lips, "You obediently don't bother, you know?"
"Sister, you lied, the servants said that the firewood house is for the dying." After saying that, Shangguan Yi started to cry.
"Don't listen to those idiots, when Aunt Jiang recovers, my sister will pick her up, darling."
"Really?" Shangguan Yi sobbed and stopped crying. "Sister, you swear, you didn't deceive Yi'er."
Yan Xuhuan raised three fingers dotingly and said, "Sister will not lie to you."
Seeing this, Shangguan Yi broke into a smile and said, "I'll bring food and a quilt to the little lady in a moment."
"Well, let's go."
Shangguan Yi left Yan Xuhuan's small yard contentedly, and quickly grabbed the passing servants and maidservants and gave orders. He prepared steaming food and new warm bedding, and other necessary items were also prepared.
Seeing this, the guard boy outside the firewood room would no longer be ignorant to stop him, and let Shangguan Yi's police officers go in and out for a while. After Shangguan Yi left, the servant immediately locked the door of the firewood house and locked people inside, and no one was allowed to enter, leave or visit.
Chen Zhaotou received the report and took his group of brothers to the gate of Shangguan Mansion.
"Boss, this Shangguan mansion has been demoted, and we have visited the door several times during this period of time."
"That's right, this is either a dead person or a missing person. Maybe Mrs. Shangguan will die in some corner around here."
"If you talk nonsense again, believe it or not I will beat you to death with one punch?"
The two Jukuai who just spoke, saw Chen Jutou raising his big black fist, how dare he talk nonsense, and immediately his rough skin tightened, and his face became serious.
The rest of the arresters grinned and smirked when they saw this: Really cowardly.
At this time, a young servant went out to salute and led Chen Chutou and his group to the main hall, where Yan Xuhuan was waiting with Shangguan Mo.
Because the main hall was patrolled by Jukuai, no outsiders knew the content of the conversation between Yan Xuhuan and Chen Jukuai.
Shangguan Zhen found an excuse, and hugged Xinna's concubine, who was not long ago, into his house. The servants all know that there is no relationship between the master and Mrs. Shangguan, so they all take it easy, and let him fall into the gentle village without heart and soul.
However, it didn't take long for a dark figure to take advantage of the chaos and quietly climbed over the wall to escape from the Shangguan Mansion. I looked left and right and saw that no one was paying attention, so I touched it in the direction of East Street.