A Qi

After Liang Huaishi's death, Liang Jin, the second son of the Liang family, fell ill suddenly. The court doctor, quack doctor, and even witches and mages were invited, but the cause could not be found out.The people in the mansion whispered in private, they all agreed that this house of the Liang family offended Tai Sui, and that's why accidents happened one after another.And Mrs. Liang, a noble lady who was raised in a deep boudoir, these days, her face that was originally undiminished suddenly seemed to have aged ten years. emaciated.

Liang Rufeng walked in and greeted respectfully, "Mother."

Mrs. Liang ignored him, still staring blankly at her biological son on the bed.

Liang Rufeng, who had been bent over all the time, glanced at the bed, a smile flickered at the corner of his mouth, and soon regained his dignified expression.

"Mother, I'll take care of my second brother for a while, you go back to the house and rest for a while.

Mrs. Liang's personal maid, Qingyu, also echoed, "Madam, you haven't touched the bed for three days. If this continues, you will fall ill before the young master wakes up."

"You wish he could never wake up!" These words were obviously aimed at Liang Rufeng, the noble and elegant second-rank Mrs. Gao Ming, who was like a crazy beast at this moment, without the slightest bearing of being a housewife.Liang Rufeng knew that she was close to the limit of madness.All it takes is a little push and she's done.

"Mother, your body is important. I hope you will take good care of yourself. My son will leave first."

The moment Liang Rufeng walked out of the door, a teacup flew out and fell to the ground with a clang, causing the fragments to splash everywhere. The fun had just begun, why was my mother so restless?

In just a few days, Liang Jinfeng died of an illness. The incident happened so suddenly. While Liang Huaishi's body was not cold, the second son of Liang's mansion was at a young age, but he fell ill and died. In the end, even the imperial doctor couldn't find out the illness. It was too strange, and everyone in the house was trembling, shrouded in a solemn and tense atmosphere.

Mrs. Liang completely collapsed. After her son died, she fell into a coma for a while, and finally her consciousness was not very clear. She spoke some nonsense, but no one else understood her words. She must be crazy.In fact, she is only forty years old, which is a pity.Concubine Liang Gui endured the pain and went back to her mother's house to see her mother once, but Mrs. Liang no longer recognized anyone, and even slapped Concubine Liang when she became ill.

Liang Rufeng was in charge of Liang Jinfeng's funeral. Of course, the Liang family's property fell into his hands exactly.Although Concubine Liang didn't like his half-brother, her surname was Liang anyway.Although she dotes on the harem now, there will always be a day when she gets old and loses her luster. At that time, if she wants to gain a firm foothold in the harem, she cannot do without the support of the Liang family behind her, so she took advantage of the moment of great favor to blow the pillow breeze to the emperor. Liang Rufeng was directly promoted from the right deputy capital censor of the Inspectorate to the prime minister. The span is so great that I have to marvel at the infinite charm of Concubine Liang, who is no match for Liang Muqing.

In the backyard of the Liang family, the bright moon hangs in the blue sky, and the white moonlight shines on the ground. Under the big tree, the mottled shadows make a slight chill even from a close look. In the late autumn night, the night is very humid.

"Eldest young master." The girl saw who was coming, and hurried forward, wrapping herself around the man in fine clothes like a water snake, her face was full of joy from her little daughter's family, this smiling woman was Mrs. Liang's personal servant girl sunny or rainy.

"Sunny or rainy."

"Young master, can I serve you by your side in the future?" The warm breath spit out on Liang Rufeng's neck. , causing the rain to breathe continuously.

"Hmm... Eldest young master, servant girl... I want to serve you for the rest of my life."

"I'm afraid it won't work."

Like a bucket of cold water pouring over her head, the fire of lust was instantly extinguished. The woman opened her pitiful and tearful eyes, staring at the man in front of her, "You promised your servant."

Liang Rufeng suddenly pushed her away, squinted at her, and said coldly and ruthlessly, "Do you think I, a dignified prime minister, will marry a maid?"

Qingyu still didn't give up, "Young master, this servant is willing to be a cow and horse for you, even if you have been a maid for the rest of your life, young master, this servant treats you sincerely."

Liang Rufeng sneered a few times, "How much is your sincerity worth?"

"But slave..." Qingyu grasped the last ray of hope, "I helped you kill the young master."

These words did not arouse the man's change of heart, but became the fatal key to speeding up her death. Liang Rufeng's hand suddenly strangled Qingyu's neck, and there was no sound at all. This woman didn't even think about it until she died. A few days ago The man who was still talking to her and kept saying that he wanted to marry her changed completely in the blink of an eye.

No disaster, no disease, the second young master Liang Jinfeng, who was alive and well, died of a serious disease that even the imperial doctor could not detect the disease. It turned out that all of these were poisons secretly injected by Liang Rufeng. This is a unique ghost poison in the Western Regions. Among them, even silver needles can't be detected, and it can be called the first of all poisons in the world.

In early winter, the leaves are withered and yellow, the branches are almost bare in the cold wind, and the remaining few leaves are rustling, and even the lake is infected with the chilling air, calm and calm, without any fluctuations, the whole sky, looking at the gray The misty, 13-year winter in Pinghua was colder than ever.

The Changchun courtyard is still in full swing, and the bustling and charming scene warms the hearts of the guests seeking joy.

"Hey, Mr. Xiangguo, please come inside quickly." Mr. Xiangguo's words were very helpful to Liang Rufeng.

Aunt Mei is a smart person, so she has to get busy after running.

"Xia He, hurry upstairs and call Hua Ling down." Aunt Mei ordered with a smile.

Liang Rufeng waved his hands, "No, I'll just go up."

"Oh, how can it be done? Mr. Xiangguo, please sit down, Xia He should hurry up!"

Before Xia He could move, Liang Rufeng had already walked up to the second floor with his head held high. Aunt Mei looked at the dark back in the distance, with a smile on her lips. And so on.

The charcoal stove in the room was on fire, and the chill brought by the moment the door was opened gradually melted into the warm fragrance of the pavilion. An Rong lay reclined on the imperial concubine's couch, her eyes closed, and her long eyelashes projected on Ruyu's face , intoxicating.He slowly opened his eyes, perhaps he was still sleepy, and there was still a hazy look of tiredness on his face.

"You're here." The voice was soft and gentle, as if a wife who had lived in her boudoir quietly waited for her husband's return.

Liang Rufeng's heart instantly softened into a puddle of water. If the person in front of him was a daughter, he would definitely marry him through the family. Although he could not become the main wife, he would be a concubine who would be happy every night and enjoy all the blessings.Unfortunately, he is a man.

"You are free today."

"I'm a little tired. After lying down for a while, I fell asleep in a daze."

"Move to my house in a few days."

"Moving to your house? I'm afraid that Mrs. Xiangguo will be spoiled. Her husband raises a young boy openly, and he's still under her nose."

Liang Rufeng sat on the imperial concubine's couch, smiled, "Why, you have a taste." He stretched out his hand to caress An Rong's cheek, which was smooth and familiar.

An Rong looked away, pretending to be angry, "A wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a thief. Dare I, in the eyes of Mr. Xiangguo, I am a piece of food for stealing."

"The day after tomorrow, I'll ask my servants to tidy up a room that will be quiet and elegant, and no one will disturb you."

"The slave family thanked Mr. Xiangguo first."

"Little Fairy—" some tenderness.

Liang Rufeng's eyes were full of doting, "I have something to do today, I will send someone to pick you up the day after tomorrow."

An Rong was still lying on the imperial concubine's couch, his eyes were empty and lifeless. At this moment, he was madly missing someone.

It had been more than a month since Ah Qi left, and Zhao Minglang's subordinates found out that Ah Qi was in Qingping Town.This place is not far from Guangling City, it only takes two days of walking, and half a day of horseback riding is enough.But I never went there once.But he couldn't hold back now, he wanted to see Ah Qi, but how could he see this embarrassed look.

Hastily called the servant girl, prepared the bath water, sat in the wooden barrel, and rubbed every piece of skin on her body fiercely, until her whole body turned red, An Rong stopped, got up and put on a crescent-white plain dress The robe, I still remember, the man said he looked good in white.

Facing the bronze mirror, looking left and right, a blue jade hairpin was inserted into the loose bun, then suddenly thought of something, pulled out the hairpin, and replaced it with a brocade spring.

Walking outside the city, he pulled out a horse in the backyard of a teahouse. This teahouse belonged to the Zhao family, and the owner naturally recognized An Rong.

An Rong let his horse run wildly, and rode all the way to Qingping Town.Thinking in my mind, what to say when I see him later.Soon, it will arrive.

This place is not big. After An Rong entered the town, passers-by gathered to watch. In a place with simple folk customs, most of the villagers make a living by farming. There are very few shops in the town, and there are only one or two teahouses and restaurants.

It's so beautiful, the girls in the town have never seen such a beautiful one, they all thought it was a descendant from the sky.An Rong desperately wanted to find Ah Qi, he would not let go of every face of the people who came and went.

Suddenly, An Rong paused——

Not far ahead, Ah Qi was sitting cross-legged on the ground, twirling the green grass in his hand, and after a while, a grasshopper came to life, so green and verdant, it could almost be mistaken for the real one.Insert it on the bamboo and put it aside, and continue to weave the next one.

An Rong walked over with burning eyes, "I want ten, how much?"

Ah Qi was stunned by the long-lost voice, the smile on his face disappeared completely, and the voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, unable to come out.In fact, I really wanted to question him loudly: Why didn't you come to see me during those few days in prison?Why let Zhao Minglang spread such unfeeling words?But he couldn't say a word of these words.Ah Qi also understood in her heart that it was better for the two of them to let go of each other than to be deeply entangled.

"Master Ling." Ah Qi called out.

An Rong stopped looking at him, reached out to pick up a grasshopper he had stabbed, and rubbed it carefully, as if he couldn't put it down.

Putting down the green grass and grasshopper in his hand, An Rong looked at Ah Qi with affection like water, and the words that filled his stomach finally condensed into this sentence, "How are you doing these days?"

"Very good." Ah Qi was stunned for a while, then asked again, "How about you?"

An Rong's eyes dimmed, she pursed her lips, and stopped talking.His life is not good at all, he suffers from longing day and night, how can he live well?

Seeing An Rong's silent expression, Ah Qi couldn't bear it, "It's getting late, and I've closed down the stall, so go sit at my house."

A faint long-lost joy appeared on An Rong's gloomy face just now.