An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Lock of Qingqiu

I don't know if it was the instigation of the noble Fucha, or Xia Changzai's panic showed his cowardice.

The two mages in Taoist robes turned around, pointed the magic weapons in their hands at Xia Changzai, and circled around her. The noble Fucha did not stop for a moment, twisting the orchid fingers in his left hand, and holding money stained in his right hand. The gray willow branches brushed the water and sprinkled it on Xia Ruchun's body.

Xia Ruchun was shocked and turned pale. She slapped the paper-dust water spilled on her hair and clothes with her baggage, and shouted: "Noble Fucha, why did you spill dirty water on me? Are you crazy?"

The noble Fu Cha looked at Xia Ruchun seriously with a serious face, from her hair to the tips of her toes. Xia Ruchun's legs were shaking and her eyes were frightened and shocked.

An Lingrong watched from the side, wanting to see what was going on, but did not stop the noble Fu Cha.

The hoarse voice of the noble Fucha sounded in Xia Ruchun's ears: "The sky is spirited, the earth is spirited, there are ghosts in Yanxi Palace, I will help you drive away the evil and get rid of the demons and ghosts."

Xia Changzai threw away the baggage in his hands, covered his ears with his hands, pushed the noble Fucha to the ground, fled back to his palace like crazy, and locked the palace door with his eyes closed.

The sounds of doing things, the screams, and the dissatisfied protests of winter bushes and spring grass in An Lingrong's ears gradually stopped.

The noble Fucha chased Xia Changzai to the palace gate, still banging on the door, while Dong Cong, Chuncao, Xia Changzai's eunuchs and maids all returned to the palace.

An Lingrong took advantage of the chaos to pick up the baggage that Xia Changzai had abandoned in the courtyard, and unpacked the baggage with two mages, Qin Sanyue and Baojuan on his back.

What caught the eye inside the baggage was a pale pink palace robe with several small holes in the back, as if it had been accidentally splashed by sparks. Then there were some bottles and cans, which were made from an empty rouge box, underneath the rouge box. Holding a cloth bag, An Lingrong reached out and took it out.

"Ouch!" An Lingrong frowned, her finger was pricked by a sharp object, piercing her skin and causing her pain.

With a thought in her heart, she opened a small opening in the bag. She was shocked and quickly tightened the mouth of the bag and sealed it.

She looked up and saw that everyone's attention was on the Fucha nobleman's method of knocking on the door. An Lingrong quickly put the things in his sleeves and hid them, then half spread the baggage and placed it under Xia Ruchun's window sill.

At a glance, the scattered bundles were full of discarded old things, and there were no valuables. The rich man just glanced at them, didn't pay much attention, and jumped up in the courtyard with the Master again.

As long as the noble Fucha danced in the courtyard, An Lingrong stood in front of his palace gate and watched.

When the noble Fu Cha calmed down, An Lingrong even complimented him a few times.

"Sister Fucha, your body and bones are healed! Your spirit and strength have been restored."

"That's not true. I was possessed by a ghost a few days ago. At this moment, Xia Changzai happened to bump into my body and the ghost possessed her."

It was obviously a joke, but Fuchagui said it extremely seriously.

After the noble Fucha sent away the two masters, he asked others to clean up the yard and restore it to its original state.

An Lingrong watched everything put away before she walked into her palace.

An Lingrong was in the palace, leaving only Qin Sanyue waiting on him.

Qin Sanyue helped An Lingrong remove her makeup, take off her earrings, silver hairpins, and flower axes.

An Lingrong slowly took out something from her sleeve. The thing was full of thorns. If she wasn't careful, she would be injured and bleed.

After taking out the things, Qin Sanyue, who was reflected in the bronze mirror, stopped what he was doing, his face turned pale and his expression was serious.

An Lingrong spread the thing in his palm and turned it over repeatedly, his face solemn.

"These are the birth date and birth date, little master, whose birth date and birth date is this?"

Qin Sanyue's voice trembled slightly, and his hands couldn't move easily.

"I don't know who wrote this." An Lingrong's expression was extremely cold, and it was obviously the birth date of the noble Fu Cha.

She suppressed the discomfort rising in her heart. She hadn't seen this thing in many years. Ever since she saw it once in An Mansion, she had almost forgotten about it.

Zhu Yunting, the beautiful concubine who was brought back by her father in a big red sedan chair from Anbihuai, not long after entering the house, had a small needle with her mother's birthday written on it. It was filled with tiny needles.

An Lingrong felt heartbroken when she thought of this incident. She was only nine years old at that time, but the hatred in her heart could not be expressed in words.

She was the only child of her mother Lin Xiu. Her father had several concubines and many children, but her mother had only her to rely on. But Zhu Yunting still wanted to kill her mother, so he had to cut her off. A way out?

Tears welled up in the corners of An Lingrong's eyes, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.

An Lingrong would never let someone with such a vicious heart stay in An's house and harm her mother and daughter. So, while Zhu Yunting was washing clothes by the river, An Lingrong jumped into the river and shouted After the housekeeper rescued An Lingrong, who could swim, An Lingrong reported to her father that Zhu Yunting pushed her into the river with his own hands.

Who would believe that a nine-year-old child would risk his life to lie? !

No one will doubt it!

The day Zhu Yunting was kicked out of An's Mansion was the same day An Lingrong dug out the needle-pricked figure from under her bed. She secretly saw Zhu Yunting making this thing. In order to fear that her mother would be sad, she only told her father.

Sure enough, when An Bihuai saw the villain, she became furious and gave Zhu a divorce note. Nothing belonging to An's house, including silver, clothing, and daily necessities, was not allowed to be taken out of An's house. Moreover, An's house broke off all ties with her. From now on, there will be no contact.

And now, another villain appears in Yanxi Palace.

An Lingrong wanted to leave Yanxi Palace quickly and join Concubine Duan.

A rich and noble person is considered a noble person when he enters the palace, and his family background is good. Although he treats his sister like her, he can never put himself in the same position as her.

However, Xia Ruchun always had a layer of skin between her and her, unwilling to treat others sincerely. She was also afraid that she would not be treated sincerely by others, and was even more afraid that she would lose everything in one day. She was full of doubts and worried about gains and losses all day long.

Also, in this palace, how much money is sincerity worth?

If a man does not serve himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth!

An Lingrong sighed. He did not expect that Xia Ruchun would hate Fucha Guiren to such an extent. There are some things that cannot be changed even if she is jealous.

Xia Changzai, this time may be my last time to help you!

"In March, go get the iron bucket where the money and paper ashes are burned, and burn this thing before anyone finds it."

March's hands and feet became more agile now. She dragged out the small iron bucket from under the desk. In order to burn it more cleanly, she also poured some sesame oil on it so that the smell of the special fabric would no longer be detected.

Soon, the things were burned, and March washed the burned ashes into the pool. Things that could have been a crime for Xia Chang were completely destroyed.

Presumably Xia Ruchun was tossing and turning in the palace at this time and had difficulty falling asleep! The whereabouts of this thing are unknown, and she must be waiting bravely for the results.