Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 954: Ninety-eighth bowl of soup (1)

Ninety-eighth bowl of soup (1)

Do you want my heart?

Do me a favor and you can take it.

Anyway, it's broken.

It was another dark night. There were no stars in the sky, only the miserable white moonlight fluttered on the ground. Occasionally, a few owls chirped and wept for a long time. Before the words of liberation pasted on the gate of Pei Mansion were torn off, the two guiding lamps at the door were blown by the cold wind, the paper-pasted lampshade broke, 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 from afar were wearing linen clothes and white cloth, and the small coffins were gone. On this quiet night, the coffin that had been sitting in the Pei residence hall for seven days was finally buried.

This funeral has finally come to an end, but the entire Pei Mansion is still frozen, and the wind is biting. The scarlet door opened, like a **** mouth, daunting.

If you want to be filial, the leading young woman in white is really beautiful. Because of the heartbreak and the lack of makeup on her face, she is even more beautiful.

When Qing Huan appeared, the child was already dead. The child's mother, Wei Yinglan, the wife of Pei's residence, was sitting beside the coffin in the mourning hall, leaning her head against the coffin, expressionless and lost. It was late at night, she threw away all the servants, and kept the spirit for her dead daughter by herself. The door of the mourning hall opened, the wind blew in, and it was bitingly cold. She seemed to be unable to feel the thinness of her clothes, and she just touched the coffin without saying a word.

Qing Huan asked her for her heart.

That is a tender, pure, sincere heart, rare in the world. Because of this deep affection, it also combines the soul fragments of another person.

Wei Yinglan was not afraid, and did not ask how such a beautiful girl appeared in the heavily guarded Weiyuan Houfu in the middle of the night. As soon as her daughter died, she was already in despair, and she was not afraid of dying.

So there is a deal.

Wei Yinglan asked Qing Huan to send her soul into her daughter's coffin, to accompany her daughter who died young for twenty years, and to use her body to replace her as the head of Weiyuan Houfu. lady. A child who didn't deserve to die, Wei Yinglan knew this, and it only became more chilling.

So, at this moment, Yu Yinglan is no longer Yu Yinglan. The real Yu Yinglan lies in the coffin, hugging her little and tender daughter, and sleeps forever.

This transaction is actually not appropriate. After all, Wei Yinglan can't confirm whether Qinghuan can really help her, but she has no other way, she can't live anymore, all her strength and courage have disappeared in this cold In the winter of 2009, disappeared into the pool of cold water, disappeared on the body of the daughter who was fished out and lost her breath.

Such a lovely daughter who has not yet grown up, she is white and tender, her speech is incomplete, her steps are unsteady, but when she sees her mother, she will cry when she is cold, hungry, thirsty, cold, and painful, and she knows what to do Go to the mother, knowing that the one who loves her the most in the world is the mother. Such a fresh little life, conceived in October, gave birth through hard work, watched her grow up day by day, beautiful and caring, hugged her legs, threw herself into her arms, kissed her face, it was cold and cold called. When I made her a new little dress, I embroidered butterflies on it. When she saw it, she clapped her hands and laughed, laughing all day long. It seemed that there was nothing in the world to make her unhappy.

But the child is dead.

The inside of her ears and nose was filled with mud and sand, her body was frozen blue and purple, and it was frozen hard when she was fished out. One of her favorite tiger-toed shoes was lost, and her beautiful little skirt was also torn. I combed her in the morning. Her double bun was scattered, and the small butterfly fringed headdress she was wearing was nowhere to be seen.

Does it hurt? cold? Are you afraid?

Can you call me a mother?

Are you thinking of your mother to save her before dying?

So cute, such a small child, Wei Yinglan feels that she has something to think about in life. Her love could not be repaid, but she got the best baby in the world, she felt that she was content in this life, such a lovely child, so delicate that she could not bear to let go, hug every day, think about her, worry about her Hungry, thirsty, unhappy, no toys to play with. She made new clothes and shoes for her in a different way, dressed up beautifully, just like the little girl in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva, which really hurt her a lot.

But now, Wei Yinglan has nothing.

She doesn't want to continue this kind of life anymore. She doesn't want to live anymore when her daughter is dead. So she begged Qinghuan to put her in her daughter's coffin. She is so young, and if she is a ghost, she will definitely be bullied by others, so she must protect her as a mother, and be a lonely ghost. In this Hou's mansion, brocade clothing, jade food, prosperity, wealth and honor are strong.

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

She wasn't sleepy, and she didn't plan to go to bed. She didn't take off the white cloth on her head, and the wick was beating weakly. At this time, the door creaked open, accompanied by the cold wind, a tall and straight figure came in. .

The visitor is also white linen with filial piety, handsome and dignified. He is the husband of Wei Yinglan and the owner of this Weiyuan Houfu, Weiyuan Hou Pei Deyong. He earned this title by himself, and it has nothing to do with the Pei family, but the family has not yet been separated. Because he is the second eldest in the family, everyone in the family calls him the second master.

When Wei Yinglan was not married to him, she was also innocent. After marrying him, she was even more gentle and considerate, thinking only of her husband. At home, she learned that she was promised to the second master of the Pei family, and she was overjoyed, because she had seen Ying Ting, who was soaring on his horse and arrows without any fuss. Everyone in the capital loves Er Ye, but she is the only one who is married. This is the person she loves, and she wants to be the best wife.

Being coquettish and fooling around, she is really a petite wife. Pei Deyong is not good at women's lust, and it was not until after he got married that he raised the maid in the house before marriage as a concubine. After Wei Yinglan became pregnant, her aunt Lan Fang also became pregnant. Since then, Pei Hou has both children and everyone is envied. Men value their sons more and love their daughters too. When they came to the wife's room, they saw the tender and cute daughter, and there was a bit of tenderness on the always cold face.

This man is probably born without the strings of love. He has a sweet wife and a beautiful concubine. One is charming and the other is graceful. He doesn't care, and touches them less often. When the time comes, it will be relieved, and the rest of the time will be like a stone. When Wei Yinglan's love was strong, he was a little shy with him. It was good to coax him a little bit, but he didn't know that this person saw her turn and left, and she left too. Until the next time she came back, she followed up by herself, and the whole thing 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 who didn't understand the style, but he didn't understand. Positive affection, no love between men and women.

He only has 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 she had her daughter, she slowly looked away, thinking that it would be okay to live like this for the rest of her life. Although the husband is ruthless, he has a sense of responsibility and is not lewd. She just needs to raise her daughter well. With this little baby, Wei Yinglan really grows up.

The world is unpredictable.

Qing Huan turned her back to the door and didn't look at the sound when she heard the sound. If it was Wei Yinglan, she would go to Shuhan Wen Nuan in the morning and order someone to burn a large charcoal basin to serve the prepared meals.

After the man came in, he closed the door with his backhand and stood for a long time. Qing Huan did not look at him, nor did he want to look at him, until the man sat down beside her and called her: "Yinglan."

It seems like she wants to comfort her, but her speech is clumsy and she doesn't know how to comfort her.

Qing Huan glanced at him lightly, and said mockingly, "Why did the Hou Ye come here, the young master was frightened by falling into the water, why don't you go and have a look? After a while, Aunt Lanfang couldn't coax anymore, what should I do? Good?"

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

Yes, that is his biological daughter after all, and is connected with his blood. Every time, he hugs his calf, raises his face and calls him a little milk doll sweetly.

"Is the Marquis sad?" She asked softly, laughing, tears falling as she laughed. "Master Hou is so sad, my sister can't see it anymore. Her ears are full of mud and sand, which blocks the call of Master Hou, and her mouth is full of mud and sand, and she can't call Dad."

Pei Deyong could no longer hold back his heartbreak, his eyes were flushed, and his tears could not be restrained.

He was in a trance when he pushed the door open just now. As if Jiaojiao's little daughter hadn't died yet, she would still hear his footsteps rushing over to hug his legs, calling out to her inarticulate daddy in a milky voice, pestering her to hug her, and marrying her mother just now. She likes to act like a spoiled brat when she comes in. He was naturally cold and serious, but he couldn't scare this delicate little daughter. Except for Ying Lan, she kissed him the most.

But he'll never see the little girl who can't walk that way again.

Rao is Pei Deyong's iron-blooded man. He stands tall in the sky, and is a minister of the shoulders. He can't help but be heartbroken. At this moment, seeing that Wei Yinglan's attitude towards herself has completely changed, she no longer sees affection and love, only resentment, and her heart is like a knife. "Yinglan—"

Qing Huan let him hold it, still laughing with tears in her eyes. These were mostly things Wei Yinglan couldn't say. Now she came to say for her: "What's the matter, Lord Hou, when you went back to the mansion, you didn't go to see Xiao Xiao first. Young master, my sister is always well-behaved, so I won't bother you, just waiting for you here. If it's cold today, I don't dare to ask her to carry a pony to the door and wait as usual, but you should come and see her earlier. Her three-year-old birthday hasn't passed yet."

Pei Deyong was dying in pain, but Wei Yinglan didn't allow him to die or hurt.

Qing Huan asked: "You are obviously close to my sister, why did you go to rescue the young master first? Let my sister fill the seven orifices with mud and sand, which freezes into bruises? My sister will cry, you don't hurt her Is it?"