Wearing books: relying on family wealth to start a decadent career

Ever since she saw Mingyan's death with her own eyes, Ms. Liu has been shutting herself in her room and refusing to see anyone. Even her personal maids are prohibited from entering.

In the dim room, there was only one candle burning, and the faint light illuminated the bedside, and an outline could be seen.

click-

It was the sound of something breaking.

Then there was the sound of someone turning over and over on the bed, and it took about a quarter of an hour for the sound to gradually disappear.

The person curled up and kept exhaling and exhaling, letting the beads of sweat roll down her forehead. She closed her eyes and felt the weak heartbeat before she slowly stood up.

Today happened to be the time when the curse happened. It seemed that even the people of the same clan couldn't remove it even though they tried their best. She just had to wait for another month and endure the next attack without pain.

Liu Zeyue reached out to pick up the candle on the table, gently brushed the tiny flame with her fingers, and murmured: "Stupid thing."

The voice became louder again, and the tone was like meeting an old friend, casual and calm: "Come in Huaying."

Ming Huaying had been standing at the door a quarter of an hour ago. She heard the movement inside and probably got some information to guess what Liu was suffering from.

In fact, Ming Huaying has always been curious about who gave them this curse and why. Is it just to satisfy their own evil taste?

She glanced at the yard casually, and the layout could tell what kind of person the owner was. She would not make her stay uncomfortable, and even the things placed randomly based on her preferences had a unique charm.

Until she heard someone inside the house calling her.

Liu Zeyue had already relit the lamp. She dressed up again to make herself look less embarrassed. She smiled at the people who came in and said, "Sit down wherever you want. I haven't had time to clean up."

As soon as Ming Huaying came in, she smelled the faint smell of blood. She didn't ask any more questions or sit down. She just said, "How much do you know?"

After hearing this, Liu Zeyue's smile widened, her fingers gently rubbed the gauze on her fingertips, and she whispered: "Huaying, you must also know the story of my Tianyu clan. Being framed by others will cause lifelong pain, but do you know?"

"Newborn children will not suffer this kind of torture until they are three years old. Their survival is determined by their parents. Since I have grown up to this day, I have heard a lot of news about the death of my peers, but it is a pity that , I was left behind.”

Liu Zeyue held the gauze that was accidentally ignited and roughly traced it across her fingertips. She seemed to be telling someone else's story.

"It is my fate to be chosen by the clan leader, and it is also my destiny to be interrupted by the clan members, or..." She raised her face, looked at Ming Huaying guiltily, and laughed at herself, "It is my fault to be used as a concubine. .”

hate her?

Ming Huaying naturally hated her. She watched helplessly as her mother wasted away but couldn't do anything. Even if she had to do it over again, there would be no chance for her to change her fate.

Ming Huaying sighed, and what she wanted to say was choked in her throat.

She asked in a different way: "Do you have anything that confuses people's minds?"

"Do you really think I am omnipotent?" Liu Zeyue asked with a smile.

"It's really not you?" Ming Huaying asked again. If it had nothing to do with Yanagisawa Yue, why did she die in Yanagisawa Yue's hands in her memory.

Liu Zeyue looked at her and smiled: "No matter what you are suspecting, I have never seen such a harmful thing."

Before Ming Huaying could ask anything else, he heard the man in front of him say: "Although I haven't, I have heard people talk about it. This kind of thing cooperates with the other. The former confuses the mind and the latter damages the body. But these are all It was secretly refined by a small branch from the side, and I have no way to get it."

Ming Huaying was confused: "You are from the lineage chosen by the clan leader. Is it possible that the various branches in your clan do not interfere with each other?"

She just asked casually out of curiosity, but unexpectedly Liu Zeyue actually nodded.

"There are rules in the clan. The heirs cannot bully the affiliated clan, and the affiliated clan cannot use tricks to frame people of the same clan. If you violate it, you will be plagued by bad luck and die suddenly in less than three days."

There is such a saying.

"Then do you know who did what happened today?"

There was silence in the room for a long time. Liu Zeyue took a breath and tried to keep his tone calm: "Maybe it's a side branch of refining. You also know how Mingyan died. They probably don't use this method now." Internal strife has begun."

Ming Huaying was silent for a moment, then saw that she looked wrong and asked: "Is there anyone else in your clan? Who gave you the curse?"

Liu Zeyue shook her head. The pearl hairpins in her hair shone with a different brilliance under the firelight. She took off one and looked at it carefully: "I have lived for so long and done wrong things. Maybe one day I will fall asleep." I’ll never wake up again.”

She held up the beaded hairpin in front of her eyes, took out a purse from her body and handed it to her: "I leave it to you, don't refuse it yet. This hairpin has the aura of my clan on it, you can take it with you I sensed other side branches. Here are the magic weapons and Gu insects left to me by the clan leader. It’s up to you how to use them.”

Ming Huaying gently held these two items. Seeing how relieved she was, her heart felt a little heavy. She only said: "Take care."

The door was opened and closed, and the beam of light only stayed in the room for a moment. Liu Zeyue held her aching temples and carefully looked in the mirror to confirm that there was nothing wrong. Then she came to the window and touched it. At that moment the window's fingers receded again.

The wind by the window took away a sigh: "Next time I will make the decision myself."

The heavy steps on the cobblestones stopped for a moment, and he took off a leaf that fell from his shoulders and let it blow away in the wind.

"Sister, you went..." Ming Huaying came to the front yard, shook her head and interrupted Mingchuan's hesitation.

She glanced at the courtyard. Except for a few government officials, there was no one else there: "Where is Xu Suiran?"

"He went to check several other rooms. He was afraid that my sister would not be able to find anyone when she came back, so he asked me to wait for you here."

Ming Huaying looked around the scene in the courtyard. She also knew that the main courtyard was usually taken care of by servants. Ming Yan did not have this leisurely and elegant temperament. He did not have it before, and now he has an impetuous temper and cannot calm down.

She just felt that it would be a real waste of time to spend the rest of her life on such a person.

After watching it for a while, she felt it was not interesting. When she came back to her senses, she saw Mingchuan looking depressed. She couldn't help but step forward and hold his palm.

"Sister, I'm not sad for my father, I'm just..." Mingchuan slowly lowered his head, and then whispered, "It's just not worth it for my mother."

Ming Huaying tilted her head and patted his shoulder with her other hand to make him look up and speak.

"Sister, you told me that if you want to be with the other person, you have to see if the other person is worth your time. Mom likes him so much, and he still..."

Ming Huaying listened and smiled lightly: "Tell me first, are you a little sad because of this person?"

Mingchuan didn't dare to look at her, turned away and nodded slightly: "But only a little."

Ming Huaying reassured: "It's nothing. It's human nature for children to be sad for their parents. Besides, he doesn't treat you badly."

She met Mingchuan's gaze and said seriously: "I'm not angry."

Mingchuan's shoulders relaxed, he lowered his eyes and looked at the intertwined hands, and his voice became lonely.

"I miss my mother."

"Me too."