Entering the Red Chamber: Qingwen, rush forward!

Qingwen and the others watched the guards go away, then closed the courtyard door and went back to the house.

At this moment, the girls were all sleepy, and they gathered together to enjoy the fire, but they were all scared, and no one spoke.

Qingwen raised her eyes to see the fear in everyone's eyes, and quickly comforted her: "Don't be afraid, this has nothing to do with us... it's... someone from the palace... came to search for Second Mistress' private property... "

"Private property? What private property? Second Mistress, does she still have money outside?"

Zijuan didn't know anything about it, she put her arms around Lin Daiyu and comforted her in a low voice, then turned her head and asked.

"Yes...Second Mistress is smart and capable, how could she have no money? She hid a lot of money outside, but now...now...people have lost money... all the hard work is for nothing..."

Qingwen lowered her head and sighed.

"What... Qingwen, what did you say?"

Daiyu was shocked when she heard this, and hurriedly asked in a trembling voice: "Who is going to Caikong? Sister Feng, she... what's wrong with her?"

Qingwen looked up and saw that Daiyu was wearing a snow-white fox cloak, her complexion was no different from her snow-white fur, and the verdant eyebrows and pink lips were even more visible.

I saw tears in her beautiful eyes, and her petal-like lips trembled slightly, making people feel affectionate when they saw her.

"Second Grandma...she...has gone..."

Qingwen didn't intend to hide it from everyone, so she said in a low voice with tears in her eyes.

"What... went?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard it.

"She's fine, why did she go?"

"Alas... She has been strong and hard all her life, and now Jia's mansion is at stake, and those inhuman things in Jia's mansion are all embarrassing her and tormenting her, even the people next to her don't know how to feel sorry for her... ...She is also a daughter who is like a flower, how can she survive..."

Everyone couldn't help but sigh when they heard it.Thinking that although she is powerful in normal times, she really loves and takes care of everyone present, everyone couldn't help but shed tears.

There was silence in the room for a while, only a low sobbing could be heard.

Seeing that the time has passed and it is already New Year's Eve, Wang Xifeng died unfortunately before the new year, it is really pitiful and lamentable.

I don't know how many people in the huge Jia's mansion can mourn her departure.

The night was dark and the wind was colder and more violent.

Jia Fu.

There were still candles burning in Mrs. Wang's room, and the faint light made the room hazy.

Under the candlelight, Xue Baochai was sobbing softly, and Mrs. Wang also had a gloomy face and said nothing.Yu Chuan'er stood quietly by the side, not daring to say a word.

The generals got the news that Wang Xifeng was dead.

"Why did you die? How did you die so well? You are still so young, how can you be unlucky?"

Mrs. Wang lowered her head and murmured repeatedly.

She is naturally sad, anyway, Feng girl is her niece, the two have a common blood.

When Xue Baochai heard the news, remembering that Sister Feng took good care of her and helped her everywhere, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Good boy, this is life! Don't cry, Feng girl doesn't seem to be short-lived, why..."

Mrs. Wang persuaded Baochai, but she couldn't stop crying.

In all fairness, Wang Xifeng respected her everywhere and helped her do so many things!Now that she is gone suddenly at a young age, Mrs. Wang really can't tell what it feels like.

sad?

She just felt empty in her heart, and suddenly felt that being alive was the same thing, nothing more than breathing more than a dead person.

She watched the girl Wang Xifeng marry into Jia's house, watched her go out of her way to please her everywhere, watched her flourish in Jia's house, watched her exhausted and being criticized by others, and watched her being criticized by others Disgusted with tragic death...

Jia Mansion... woman...

It's just that once in a while.

Don't say it's Feng girl, it's the old lady of Jia's mother who has fought in Jia's house all her life, so what?

The old man left in a daze, and didn't take any money with her when she left.

Mrs. Wang lowered her head and thought about the short life of her niece and daughter, and suddenly she felt a little enlightened.

People, women, and women in Jia's mansion have nothing more than this kind of thing in their lives...

She sighed softly, stroked the prayer beads in her hand, and murmured softly with her eyes closed.

Although her voice was vague, it was very long and penetrating, passing through the void, and it went nowhere.

Perhaps, the Buddha in the Western Paradise can hear it?

Yu Chuan'er still stood blankly at the door, not daring to move.She squinted at Mrs. Wang with a cold and contemptuous look.

Ma'am, my sister's life at such a young age is at your hands!

Not only my sister, but also the lives of many young girls are ruined by your hands...

Your mouth is full of Buddhist words and your hands are bloody. Can the Buddha really forgive you?No matter how many Buddhist scriptures you recite, I'm afraid it won't help you...

Those ghosts who died unjustly will definitely drag you to hell, and will not send you to the Western Paradise.

Wang Xifeng, her hands are also full of blood, but now the retribution has come, her ghost, I don't know where it is now, but it will definitely not be in the world of bliss...

Yu Chuan'er lowered her head, cursed secretly, and cast a gloomy glance at Mrs. Wang from time to time.

Xue Baochai didn't feel anything strange, just lowered her head and wiped her tears.

Wang Xifeng died.

The entire Jia Mansion didn't seem to have been disturbed in any way. It was as calm and undisturbed as ever in the dark night.

Wang Xifeng's body is still parked in the servant's room.

It was very cold in the room, and Wang Xifeng's body was frozen stiff, without a trace of life.

Her face turned into a strange black-gray color, her eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs were covered with a thick layer of gray...

Her hair was like weeds, it was so dry that it would fall out in big handfuls when touched...

Wang Xifeng, she is really dead.

Even if the gods come, I'm afraid they can't bring her back to life.

She lay quietly in the servant's room, staring lifelessly at the dark roof.

The room was small and drafty, and there were a few rats shivering in the corner.

Their bright eyes stared at Wang Xifeng's corpse, shining brightly.

A smell, the smell of death, attracted the hungry mice.

Death... food... devouring...

A few mice quickly climbed onto the dilapidated bed, quickly got into the tattered quilt, and got into Wang Xifeng's clothes...

They frantically devour everything they can.However, the corpse was too hard, like a piece of iron, they gnawed for a long time but failed to bite off a piece of meat, so they had to "squeak" a few times, got out in disappointment, and fled quickly.