Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: 839 Eighty-seventh bowl of soup (ten)

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She reached out to probe her own breath, which was naturally cold and motionless. Yes, she remembered, she was dead.

But...how did she die? And why die? She, who is she? what is her name?

Can't remember, can't remember.

How did she come to this place? Nothing can be seen around. The dark fog was thick, and even as a ghost, she felt a biting cold. The footsteps moved forward uncontrollably, and I didn't know how long I walked before I faintly heard the sound of the churning of the river. She hesitated for a while, then took a few steps forward, and saw a bright light appearing around her, a wide river that could not see the other side of the river lay in front of her. There is a delicate and distant bridge over the river, and there is nothing at the head of the bridge except a large stone.

There was nothing on the stone, but she stood there as if possessed by a demon. Slowly, her life emerged on the stone. Tang Nu Qinghuan, courtesy name cardamom, was nineteen years old, and died in the fifteenth year of the Kaiyuan era in Dasong. During his lifetime, he was infatuated with infatuation, and he committed suicide by hanging on the beam when he met inhumans.

Qing Huan's lips were trembling, she covered her heart, it was empty, but the pain was terrible. The memories that had been briefly forgotten quickly returned to her mind. She once loved a man deeply and gave her life for him, but in the end she ended up heartbroken and committed suicide.

It hurts.

It hurts like hell.

How can ghosts feel pain?

Just when she was about to burst into tears, the black mist on her right hand slowly dissipated, and then Qing Huan noticed a silent man in a dragon robe sitting next to the stone. The splendid robe of the eight-clawed golden dragon has now become old and broken, as if a gentle breath will turn into dust. The reason why Qing Huan didn't notice him was because he didn't move, his eyes stared blankly ahead, and even his hair seemed to be frozen.

Qing Huan walked over and asked, "This... Your Majesty, may I ask, do you know where this is?"

The man didn't speak, as if he didn't hear Qing Huan asking him. He seemed to be one with the stone, and the stone was him, and he was the stone. He sat in silence all the time, his hands on his knees, and all around him, time and space, dust and air, were motionless.

Qing Huan no longer insisted, she returned to the bridge and stepped on it hesitantly. She didn't know how long she had walked, but she was at a loss. As she walked, she suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a small shop just after her sight. The small shop is in the style of a thatched hut. It is very simple. There are several wooden tables on the wide bridge, and there is a bowl of steaming soup on the table. The soup was crystal clear, like clear water, but it gave off an alluring fragrance. A little girl with a double bun was sitting there, stretching her arms, struggling to stir the soup in the iron pot with a spoon in her hand.

Qing Huan couldn't bear it anymore, so she stepped forward and said softly, "I'll help you."

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then she turned around and saw that it was her, instantly showing a happy smile. Qing Huan couldn't help being infected by this smile, took the spoon in the little girl's hand and stirred it gently. The little girl sat on the bench kicking her legs, her hands resting on her chin and looked at her curiously. After a while, she asked, "Sister, in order to thank you for helping me, can I treat you to a bowl of soup?"

"...No, I don't want to drink." Qing Huan forced a smile, not wanting to scare the cute child in front of her. She is just a ghost, what kind of soup do ghosts need to drink?

"But if you don't drink, you'll never forget that person."

Hearing this, Qing Huan was inexplicably horrified and looked at the little girl. The little girl blinked at her with **** and white eyes, and waved her little hand: "Sister, look at the words there."

Qing Huan followed her fingers and looked over. The bridge pier was engraved with three big characters: Naihe Bridge. Black piers, black bridges, black words.

"Sister, you have two choices. One is to drink this bowl of soup and start walking forward from me until you reach the end. Or..." The little girl put away her smile. "You jump down."

As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of ghosts and wolves suddenly sounded in the river. Countless ghosts floated up and down on the river. They were men and women, old and young. The only thing they had in common was that they kept crying. The harsh cry made Qing Huan shiver all over. She took a step back involuntarily, all the ghosts were staring at her, their faces... Maybe they couldn't be called faces anymore, only the madness and obsession in their eyes made Qinghuan recognize that they were once people.

"You have already passed through the gate of hell, as long as you drink this bowl of soup, you can be reincarnated." The little girl smiled, got off the stool, and walked to Qinghuan's side, the one in Wangchuan River. The ghosts were still screaming and crying, the water was so turbid that the color could not be seen, and the wide Wangchuan River that couldn't see the edge was full of ghosts who were unwilling and refused to leave like this.

"They are all ghosts who jumped from here, so they can't be reincarnated and can't stay sane unless someone they love passes by and recognizes them - but they can't make any sound." The little girl sighed breathed. "I've been here for so many years, and no ghost has ever left here. After a long time in the river, many ghosts have forgotten who they are waiting for. Even if their lovers pass by, they don't recognize them. ."

The little girl said old-fashioned: "This is love, it's too much trouble, sister, why don't you drink this bowl of soup and move on."

Qing Huan watched silently as the wailing and wailing ghosts in the river.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the little girl held her chin and looked at her. After a while, she asked, "Sister, do you know someone named He Lianfang?"

Hearing the name, Qing Huan turned around and looked at her: "...she is my benefactor."

"Ah... this is troublesome." The little girl pouted. "She was supposed to be my replacement, but I've been waiting for her here for a long time and she won't come. It stands to reason that she should have died a long time ago!"

Qing Huan hurriedly said: "How could she die? When I died, she was young and just pregnant!"

The little girl said: "She should have died when she was twelve because she was going to take my place."

"No!" Qing Huan blurted out. "She's not dead, she's not going to die, why don't you let me take your place, it just so happens that I don't want to be reincarnated. I..."

The little girl smiled and said, "Sister, are you willing to stay? Your breath is very clean, you can stay here, if you replace He Lianfang, she can live, and You can go back to the age of twelve and live again!"

Qing Huan nodded hurriedly: "I will."

"Okay, then we're done." The little girl smiled contentedly and walked over to hold Qing Huan's hand. "You come with me."

The love and love in this world is simply unreliable. It's a pity that the female ghosts can't understand this, otherwise, why does the female ghost Hongluan still have to face He An after stepping on the Naihe Bridge? She said that she was kind and righteous, but in fact she still loved her, otherwise how could she have said the words to let him go underground to accompany her?

Qing Huan drank the tea made by Wang Ma and watched Cui Er busy cleaning up. Xiang He'an has been staying with her for the past few days. Although she is too heavy to have **** with him, she doesn't need to hook Xiang He'an with her body at all, just a few glances are enough to make Xiang He'an go crazy. Although he started eating meat early, he had read a few **** palace pictures, but apart from Aunt Fang, who had children, the other wives and concubines were all serious people. And even Concubine Fang, it was only because the bed and the bed were spaced apart, and she had a good voice, which attracted Xiang He'an's soul. But that little trick, compared with Qing Huan, is far worse.

Although Aunt Fang is not very good at seduction and her appearance is average, she is better at mastering the skills of squatting. The mistress of her last master was a noble family, and she was prone to fighting all year round. Under her ear and eyes, Aunt Fang also learned ten percent of the art of house fighting, and she was even better able to integrate and draw inferences from one case to another—no Did you see that even the female relatives of the Shang Shufu who had no desires and no desires were set on fire by her?

It's a pity that his body is not very good, otherwise he would not have been discovered by the mistress when she seduced the master, and thus handed it over to Xiang Hean. Sigh Xiang He An thought he got the most wonderful gift in his life, but in fact he just picked up the broken shoes that others didn't want.

However, Qing Huan learned a lot from her. When she was alive, she was also the daughter of a wealthy family. Although she was a concubine, she was not favored, but she saw a lot of battles in the inner house. She was rarely seen, like Aunt Fang, which could be used even as a servant. . She used to be a cannon fodder between sisters without arguing with others, but now she understands that this person lives in the world, and there are times when you don't want to cause trouble, but trouble will come to provoke you.

Qing Huan is like a thirsty sponge, in both worlds she is madly absorbing knowledge. No matter whether she is poor or low, whether it is bewitching or bedding, she is very serious in her studies. Because she knows that only in this way can she repay her kindness, and only in this way can she find the meaning of her life and slowly recover her bruised body.

It's just... she still doesn't feel enough. Four books and five classics, women's ring and women's virtues, she was tired of reading, and she had already recited it like a fluent. She didn't want to be immersed in this kind of battle all day long, she felt that she could become stronger!

Yes, as long as she works hard, there is nothing she can't do.

When she was alive, although Qing Huan also read books, she was not deep. In the world of the female ghost Qiqi, as a brothel woman, the bustard once asked her master to teach her how to read, but those things, in the final analysis, are all to serve men to please men, and they have never been deeply explored at all. Although Qing Huan despised Xiang He'an, Xiang He'an was indeed a genius when it came to learning. Therefore, during the pregnancy, Qing Huan used reading to nurture the child, so that the child would be born in the future, and he would also coax He An as if the father was a high-ranking official. When Xiang He'an became fascinated with her again, it was almost what Qing Huan said. Therefore, during the study period, once encountering a difficult problem, Qing Huan went to ask Xiang He An for advice.