Ninety-eighth bowl of soup (1)

Do you want my heart?

Do me a favor and you can take it away.

Anyway, it was also broken.

It was another dark night, there were no stars in the sky, only the white and miserable moonlight pounced on the ground, and occasionally a few owls called, weeping blood was long. The inscription on the gate of Pei’s mansion had not been torn off. The two street lights at the door were blown by the cold wind, the paper lampshade broke, and the flame was beating rapidly, and then it went out with a snap.

Because it was a young child who died, he could only go to the funeral at night. The two teams from far away were dressed in sackcloth and white cloth, and the little coffin was gone. In this quiet night, the coffin that had been in the mourning hall of the Pei Mansion for seven days was finally buried.

This funeral was finally over, but the entire Pei Mansion was still frozen, and the wind was biting to the bone. The scarlet door opened, like a mouth of a blood basin, which was daunting.

If you want to be pretty filial, the young woman who is headed, dressed in white, has a very beautiful life, because she is heartbroken and does not apply facial powder, which makes her look very beautiful.

When Qinghuan 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, her face expressionless and desolate. It was late at night, and she rejected all the servants, and kept the spirit of her dead daughter alone. The door of the mourning hall opened and the wind blew in. It was bitterly cold. She seemed to be unable to feel her thin clothes, she just touched the coffin and didn't speak.

Qing Huan asked her for her heart.

It is a gentle, pure, and sincere heart, which is rare in the world. Because of this affection, it also combined with the fragments of another person's soul.

Wei Yinglan was not afraid, and did not ask how such a beautiful girl appeared in the heavily guarded Weiyuan Hou Mansion in the middle of the night. When her daughter dies, she has already lost all her thoughts, and she is not afraid to die along with her. Is she still afraid of some monsters?

So there is a deal.

Wei Yinglan asked Qinghuan to put her soul into her daughter's coffin, and accompany her daughter who died young to spend twenty years of lonely ghosts, and Qinghuan would use her body to replace her as the wife of Weiyuan Houfu. A child who shouldn't die is dead, and Wei Yinglan knows this, only more chilling.

Therefore, at this moment, Wei Yinglan is no longer Wei Yinglan. The real Wei Yinglan lies in the coffin, hugging her little immature daughter, and sleeps forever.

This transaction was actually not a proper deal. After all, Wei Yinglan couldn’t confirm if Qinghuan could really help her, but she had no other way. She couldn’t live anymore. Her strength and courage disappeared in this cold winter. Disappeared in that pool of cold water, disappeared on the daughter who had been caught and had lost her breath.

Such a cute daughter who has not grown up yet. She is white and tender. She doesn’t speak well. She doesn’t have a steady pace. But when she sees her mother, she will be cold and cry out. If she is hungry, thirsty, cold and painful, she knows to go to her mother. , I know that the one who loves her the most in the world is her mother. Such a lively little life, conceived in October, was born with hard work, watching her grow up day by day, beautiful and caring, holding her legs, throwing into her arms, kissing her face, cold and cold Called. When I made her new clothes, I embroidered butterflies on her head. When she saw it, she slapped her and laughed. She laughed all day long. It seemed that there was nothing in the world that made her unhappy.

But the child died.

The ears and nose were filled with mud and sand, and the body was blue and cold. When I picked it up, it was already frozen. One of her favorite tiger-toed shoes was missing, and the beautiful little skirt was torn. The pair of buns combed for her in the morning. Scattered, the little butterfly fringed headgear that was pinned on is nowhere to be found.

Does it hurt? Is it cold? Afraid?

Will you be called a mother?

Do you still think of mother to save her before dying?

So cute, such a little kid made Wei Yinglan feel that she had something to think about when she was alive. Her love was not rewarded, but she got the best baby in the world. She felt that she was content in this life. Such a cute child, tender and tender, made her reluctant to let go, holding it every day, always thinking and worrying about her Hungry, thirsty, upset, no toys to play with. Changing the way to make her new clothes and shoes, dressed up beautifully, just like that...the little girl in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva, it really hurt her.

But now, Wei Yinglan has nothing.

She didn't want to continue this kind of life anymore. She didn't want to live if her daughter died. So she begged Qinghuan to put her in her daughter’s coffin. She was so young, she would definitely be bullied if she was a ghost, so she must protect her as a mother, and be a lonely ghost. In this Hou Mansion, the splendor and wealth are strong.

Qing Huan pressed her temples and elbows on the table. She fulfilled Wei Yinglan's wish. In return, Wei Yinglan gave her body. If you want to take away Wei Yinglan's heart, you must carefully consider it.

She was not sleepy, and did not intend to go to bed, nor did she take off the white cloth on her head, and the wick was beating faintly. At this time, the door creaked open, and accompanied by the cold wind, a tall and straight figure came in.

The visitor is also white with filial filial piety, handsome and majestic. It is Wei Yinglan's husband and the master of this Weiyuan Hou Mansion, Weiyuan Hou Pei Deyong. This title was earned by him himself, and had nothing to do with the Pei family. It was just that he had not been separated. Because he was the second child in the family, everyone in the family called him the second master.

When Wei Yinglan hadn't married him, she was still innocent. After marrying him, she was even more gentle and considerate, thinking only of her husband. When she learned at home that she had been promised to the second master of the Pei family, she was filled with joy, just because she had seen him soaring and full of arrows. Everyone in Beijing admires the second master, but she is the only one married. This is her favorite, and she wants to be the best wife.

Acting like a baby and betraying her, she is really a little wife. Pei Deyong is not good at female sex. Until after he got married, he carried the maid from the room before the marriage to a concubine. Since then, he has one wife and one concubine, and has never been partial. After Wei Yinglan became pregnant, her aunt Lan Fang also became pregnant. After that, Pei Hou had both sons and daughters, which everyone envied. Men value their sons more and love their daughters. When they come to their wife's room, they meet their immature and cute daughters, and their cold faces also feel a little tender.

This man is probably born with a lack of love, a sweet wife and a beautiful concubine, a charming and graceful concubine, he is not tempted at all, he touches them less often, and puts more energy in the army, only when he returns home, It will be relieved, the rest of the time is like a stone. When Wei Yinglan was in love with him, she had a little temper with him, just a little bit of coaxing, but when this person saw her turn around, she also left, until the next time she came back, she followed up again, and the matter never happened. .

Because of his son, Pei Deyong went to the concubine's room more often, but he didn't stay for long.

Former Wei Yinglan only thought that he was a wood that didn't understand style, but he didn't get his heart. She really wanted to get his heart out, but in the end she realized that this person is not ignorant of style and has never opened up, but true love. , There is no love between men and women.

He only had his parents, his brothers, and his blood-connected 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 a lifetime like this. Although the husband is ruthless, he has a sense of responsibility and is not sultry. She only needs to raise her daughter well. With this little baby, Wei Yinglan can be regarded as really grown up.

But the world is unpredictable.

Qing Huan turned her back to the door, and didn't look at it when she heard the sound. If Wei Yinglan, she would go to Xiuhan and ask Nuanmen to cook a large charcoal basin in the morning to bring the prepared meal.

After the man came in, he closed the door with his backhand and stood for a long time. Qing Huan didn't go to see him or didn't want to, until the man approached her and sat down and called her: "Ying Lan."

He seems to want to comfort, but he speaks awkwardly, not knowing how to comfort.

Qing Huan glanced at him faintly, and mocked: "Where did Master Hou come? Young Master fell into the water and was frightened. It's okay if you don't go and see it? Aunt Lan Fang can't coax her anymore, what should I do?"

Pei Deyong clenched his fist sharply, and Qing Huan looked carefully, only to realize that there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

Yes, after all, that is his biological daughter, who is connected to him by blood, holding his calf every time, with a small face upturned and a sweet little milk doll named A-Daddy.

"Master Hou is sad?" She asked softly, laughing, tears falling down while laughing. "Master Hou is so sad that my sister can't see it anymore. Her ears full of mud and sand blocked the call of Master Hou, and the mouthful of mud and sand makes it impossible to call Daddy."

Pei Deyong couldn't help being heartbroken anymore, his eyes were red, and tears could not be suppressed.

He was in a daze when he opened the door just now. It seems that Jiaojiao's little daughter is not dead yet, and he will hear his footsteps leaping over to hug his leg, and the voice of milk screams slurred dad, cuddling her to hug, and her mother just married I love acting like a baby when I come in. He was born cold and serious, but he couldn't scare this charming little daughter, except for Ying Lan, she kissed him most.

But he never saw the little girl who couldn't walk that way anymore.

Rao is a man of iron and blood, Pei Deyong, upright and upright, a minister of thighs and arms, and he can't help but break his heart. At this moment, seeing Wei Yinglan completely change her attitude towards herself, no more affectionate love, only resentment, and even more heartbroken. "Ying Lan——"

Qing Huan let him hold it, still laughing with tears. These are mostly words that Wei Yinglan couldn't say. Now she came to say for her: "What's the matter, Hou, you used to go back to the house, don't you always go to see Young Master first? My sister has always been well-behaved, don’t bother, just wait for you here. If it’s cold today, my concubine dare not tell her to carry the pony to the door and wait like before, but you came to see her earlier, she is three years old His birthday has not passed yet."

Pei Deyong was about to die in pain, but Wei Yinglan did not allow him to die, nor did he allow him to feel pain.

Qing Huan asked: "You obviously were close to your sister, so why did you save the young master first? Let her be filled with silt and sand and turned into a blue-violet look? My sister will cry, don't you hurt her anymore? "