Quick wear: Stunning witch lives a long life by giving birth to children

It was the middle of winter, and the sky was terrifyingly gloomy.

Not long after, snow foam started to float outside again, and it was very suitable for the occasion.

Xianghua touched her still warm hands and ordered the two little maids to burn the charcoal fire in the room more intensely, and then gave her some soup. When the young lady came back, her face was pale from the cold, and she drank several cups of soup. A cup of hot tea would barely make it better.

Now that the young lady is dead, she also wants to let her go away warmly.

Song Zhuochi's face was as gloomy as the sky in the cold winter, and everyone in the other courtyard was as silent as a cicada. They didn't even dare to walk too hard, let alone speak loudly.

Only in Mingyue Courtyard, everything was as usual. The nurse and the two servants were guarding Xingyan as usual, but they did not dare to let her go out of the courtyard, for fear that she would see the white silk all over the house and the mourning hall of Qingfeng Courtyard.

Xingyan clamored to see her mother, but her wet nurse couldn't resist her, so she had to invite Song Zhuochi.

"Your Majesty, the young lady always runs out, saying that she is going to Qingfengyuan to find her mother. Yesterday, she almost opened the door and went out without paying attention."

Song Zhuochi wanted to get angry inexplicably.

"Can't you even watch a child?"

The wet nurse had no other choice, so she came to beg him.

"Back to your eldest son, the little lady is one year old. Now she is getting smarter and stronger day by day. This servant can't hold her back at all. I'd better go and coax her."

Not to mention her, the two boys were often fooled around by her.

Song Zhuochi got up and walked to Mingyue Courtyard. The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier. It was already the end of the twelfth lunar month, and all the families in the capital were buying new year's goods. The streets were filled with joy, but Nanshan Villa was gloomy.

Xingyan wore round clothes and was kicking snowballs in the yard. She ordered the servant to ball up the snowballs and place them one by one at her feet. She then kicked the brass ring on the door. The brass ring clanged, and the snowballs As they spread out, she clapped her hands happily and laughed.

The child who has just turned one year old is already frighteningly strong. The boy couldn't help but cheer when he saw it, but remembering that Jiang Qingxue was dead, he shouted a few words and then shut up, and continued squatting on the ground to make snowballs.

Another snowball was kicked out, making a beautiful arc, and rushed towards the vermilion wooden door. Suddenly, there was a creak, and the door was pushed open a crack. The snowball roared towards the visitor, and the force of the kick was no less than A boy aged eight or nine.

Although Song Zhuochi hid quickly, he was still hit in the face by the scattered snow foam. He was about to angrily scold the servants of Mingyueyuan for being too presumptuous when he saw a round, goose-yellow meat dumpling flying towards him. Song Zhuochi Chi was afraid that she would fall, so he crouched down and caught her.

Song Zhuochi was secretly surprised, how could a one-year-old child run so steadily?

"Xingyan, was it you who kicked me just now?"

Xingyan puffed out her cheeks and complained angrily.

"Yes, they don't let me see my mother and father, so I have to kick snow dumplings. Dad, let's go and play with my mother, shall we?"

This Nanshan Villa is so boring. There are no playmates. Jiang Qingxue doesn't like to get close to her. She is getting older and taller, so she will inevitably feel lonely and boring.

"Daddy will give you a puppy, okay?"

There was also a dog in the Nanshan Villa. It was a big, sturdy black dog that looked extremely fierce and barked when it saw people. Song Qi specially found it to look after the family and protect the courtyard.

Sure enough, Xingyan shook her head after hearing this.

"I don't want a puppy. If the puppy bites me, I want to find my mother."

Song Zhuochi was stunned for a moment. He still couldn't bear to tell the child the truth, so he had to coax him.

"Your mother is sick. Let her rest for a while. Can daddy stay with you?"

After all, she is a one-year-old child. As long as she lives for a while, she will naturally forget it, so why make her sad?

Song Zhuochi held Xingyan's hand that was red from the cold. The child's hand was a little cold. He remembered again the day before yesterday when he pinched Jiang Qingxue's bloody wrist and her hand was also cold.

He carried Xingyan and walked into the house.

After finally coaxing the child to sleep, he was about to go back to the guest courtyard. When passing by Qingfeng Courtyard, he looked up and saw white flags fluttering in the wind and snow. He walked in by accident.

Today is the third day, and it will take seven days before burial.

Although everything was kept simple, the coffin was of the best quality. He also took a good look at the tomb and buried it under the big pine tree in the back mountain. The place is surrounded by steep peaks in the back, the terrain in front is flat, and there is a stream not far away. Yes, the feng shui is pretty good.

He looked at the cold coffin, and all he could think of was Jiang Qingxue's appearance, the way she was trembling when she first entered the palace, the way she respectfully called him brother, the way she looked sweet and affectionate on the bed, and the way she cried with pear blossoms in the rain. , with a heart filled with despair, and in the end, it became like this...

Jiang Qingxue was just gone.

Logically speaking, he should be happy.

He finally got rid of this hot potato, and Xinghui and Xingyan would be safer, but he couldn't be happy, and felt empty and uncomfortable in his heart.

This already secluded courtyard became even more deserted because of her departure. He comforted himself by saying that it was just one person who died. Don't people often die in royal palaces and palaces too?

If Xingyan is too lonely, she can hire two wet nurses, or find a few children of similar age to play with her and grow up together.

Jiang Qingxue isn't that important, is she?

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When Jiang Qingxue woke up again, she found herself lying in a dark and small space. She was shocked, where was she? She should be lying on a hospital bed at this moment, right?

It's over, it's over. Could it be that we entered the crematorium?

"I'm not dead yet, let me out quickly..."

"I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost..."

"I have a lawyer and I want to sue you..."

She kicked the coffin vigorously. Fortunately for her, she seemed to be full of strength, which made her even more certain that she should have just gained the life span, which gave her endless strength.

She shouted until her voice became hoarse, and no one answered her.

Could it be that this is the punishment for failing the mission?

Shouldn't it be?

At this moment, she was holding back the pain in her bladder and couldn't bear it any longer. She suddenly had an idea. In order to survive, what's the point of her face?

Xiao Fuzi lay on the coffin, originally wanting to wait a little longer, but when Jiang Qingxue begged him, he would rescue her, but she didn't know that she didn't call him at all, and kept messing around on her own.

Jiang Qingxue's mourning hall was so quiet that there wasn't even a person keeping vigil. Two days ago, Vanilla was there, and these two days Vanilla also fell ill. Only two maids came every day to burn some paper money.

The two of them knelt on the futon and poured paper money into the copper basin with numb expressions. As soon as the flames burst out, they heard the sound of dripping water.

One person looked around for a long time and suddenly screamed in panic.

"Look, is it dripping? Is the coffin dripping?"

The other maid glanced twice and was also trembling with fear.

"Is it rotten so quickly? Do you want to report back to the Crown Prince?"