The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

Wang Luan sat next to Qi Chensheng, looking at Aunt Yu in front of him, he suddenly felt... It seemed that there was no need to use a canary.

"You know why we came here today." Qi Chensheng picked up the teacup, but didn't drink it, but fiddled with the broken tea floating in it.

Aunt Yu sat at the table, and the water in the small clay stove under her feet boiled again, making a soft noise, which echoed in this exceptionally quiet room.

She might need a longer time, Wang Luan thought so, and lightly pressed Qi Chensheng's hand, which was held by Qi Chensheng again.

"Three years ago... I was pregnant with a child." Aunt Yu finally opened her mouth, and said slowly, as if calmly: "It was her who caused me to eat taboo by mistake. That's why... ..."

She finally choked up, and more hair fell down, hiding the tears on her face.

"The child was just formed when he fell down. The elder thought it was bad luck, so he was not allowed to enter the Qi family's ancestral grave, but I was only allowed to send him to the Tianqing Temple outside the city for burial."

"Tianqing Guan?" Wang Luan turned his head to look at Qi Chensheng, and asked him with his eyes, where is that place.

Qi Chensheng also froze for a moment, as if evoking some long-standing dusty memories: "That's...the place my mother used to go to before she was alive."

"When my mother was not married, she came to Yunchuan to visit her relatives, but she encountered bandits on the way. Fortunately, Taoist Guanzhong rescued her and escaped the catastrophe."

"So even though the Qi family is not allowed to talk about gods and ghosts, they have a very good friendship with Tianqing Temple. This time the old man's [-]th birthday, several old Taoist priests in the temple should also come to congratulate him."

After finishing speaking, a trace of scorn flashed across his broken eyes: "I just didn't expect that Qi Longxun would have the face to send someone there."

Although Qi Chensheng never said the cause of his mother's death, Wang Luan could guess that it might have something to do with the old man of the Qi family.

It's just that Aunt Yu hasn't started for a few years, and she doesn't know that those old things are normal. Qi Chensheng didn't want to embarrass her, so he tapped his cane and signaled her: "Go on."

Aunt Yu raised her hair with her hands, showing her red eyes, and said with a choked voice, "I did as he said. I asked the Taoist priest to bury the child behind the mountain, but when I came back, I always had nightmares... the dream See my child, a little lump...but it's all blood."

"I can't take it anymore." She cried more and more. To others, those blood-stained scenes were terrifying, but to her, they were her children!

"I went to Tianqing Temple again, and I want to see him again."

That is, on the mountain road to Tianqingguan, she met a fortune-telling old man.

"He looked at least 80 to [-] years old, with white hair all over his head, and he was blind in both eyes."

"I didn't want to talk to him at first, but he came to me... Said that I was full of resentment and it was difficult to resolve."

Wang Luan looked at her sideways, and Aunt Yu nodded with a wry smile: "I also know that this is a broad statement, but at that time I was really flustered, so I tried to ask him, what caused me to be resentful."

The fortune-teller old man stroked his beard, shook his head, and sighed again, looking like a magic stick, but what he said shocked Aunt Yu: "It's not because of anything else, it's just that your unborn child The child in the world has a grudge in his heart, and he can't find an enemy, so it can only fall on you, a mother."

In fact, there are many loopholes in this statement. The Qi family can be regarded as a well-known family in Yunchuan. In terms of the total number of the master and servants in the East Courtyard, there are more than 100 people.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world, and the news of Aunt Yu's miscarriage may have already spread to the outside world, and anyone who is interested will know it as soon as they inquire.

But——thinking about her at that time, how could she still have the heart to think about these things.

"I panicked, so I asked him what to do." Aunt Yu's crying stopped and she wiped her eyes with a handkerchief. "He said that there are two things to do. One is to do a ritual for the child. At least Let him understand that I was not the one who killed him."

"Secondly, only when that bitch surnamed Ji gets retribution can my son truly be at peace."

When the old fortune teller said this, Aunt Yu believed it completely, and hurriedly gave him all the jewelry and money on her body, asking him to do it quickly.

"What happened after that? Did he go to the ritual?" Qi Chensheng asked.

"Yes, he said that he needs to prepare some things, and he wants me to go up the mountain to take him to the child's grave in three days." Aunt Yu knew what they were going to ask, so she consciously said the following things: "The ceremony is actually not the same. It’s nothing special, it’s just an ordinary burning paper talisman, and I read some scriptures, and finally took a few drops of my blood and put it on the grave.”

At that time, she still murmured in her heart, but since that day, she never had any nightmares again, so she completely believed the old man's words.

"He told me that my child's grievances are all because that bitch was too ruthless and used some vicious things to harm me!"

"It's all because of her that I'm in today's situation... How can I not hate it!"

As soon as Aunt Yu's voice changed, her sadness was replaced by anger. Looking at the dilapidated and cramped house, she almost tore the veil in her hand.

"So, you listened to him and used poisonous poison on Aunt Ji?" Looking at her resentful eyes, Wang Luan couldn't help but sigh secretly. She is a good-looking woman, but in this deep house, she was forced to look like this: "What is a poisonous Gu?"

It took a long time for Aunt Yu to calm down, but facing Wang Luan's question, she was silent for a moment, then got up and took out an object wrapped in black cloth from the small cabinet beside the bed, and placed it in front of the two of them.

"This is it."

"What's inside?" Qi Chensheng looked at it with lowered eyes, held Wang Luan's hand, and refused to let him touch it.

Aunt Yu shook her head, because she cried bitterly just now, her voice was still a little hoarse: "I don't know either."

"He didn't let me open it, he just said that he had to offer a sliver of incense to it every day, and then he kept his resentment towards that bitch in his heart."

"You really never opened it?" Qi Chensheng asked again, but Wang Luan could hear something strange from his tone.

Aunt Yu said with certainty: "Really, I have never opened it."

Ever since she got this kind of thing, Aunt Yu felt completely at ease in her heart, and the fortune-telling old man never appeared again.

Qi Chensheng didn't speak anymore, Wang Luan turned to look at him, and felt that he had written two words lightly in his palm: "No."

No? !Wang Luan looked at him in disbelief. In the "gu poison" that Aunt Yu had enshrined for nearly three years, there was no holding demon at all? !

Qi Chensheng nodded slightly. Although he didn't open it, and he never saw what was inside the black cloth, there was indeed no aura of holding a demon.

But these - there is no need to tell Aunt Yu.

"Since you hate her, and now she has indeed turned evil, why did you tell us this now?" Qi Chensheng asked again after a long time.

At this point, Aunt Yu suddenly smiled helplessly, and it was precisely because of this smile that Wang Luan saw the beauty of a withered flower from her haggard face.

"Although I have been trapped in this deep courtyard these years, I have also heard of Qi Ershao's reputation... Now that you have come, I want to hide it, what's the use?"

"What's more--" she said, brushing the hair on the side of her face behind her ears, slowly got up and walked to the dusty window step by step, and stretched out her hand to open the window: "I told you everything, so what?"

"To kill me, or to drive me out of here?"

After finishing speaking, she shook her head self-consciously: "I didn't take her life, and you won't take mine either. You just drove me out."

"Get out, that's fine."

Wang Luan was slightly taken aback, the sky outside the window was bound by the eaves of the courtyard, just like these women who were bound in the deep house.

When Qi Longxun was admitted to the East Hospital, they may have been happy, proud, sad, and humiliated. After this long and lonely year, Aunt Yu finally wanted to let go of something and left.

"What you said, I will find someone to investigate," Qi Chensheng's voice became cold again, as if there was no trace of extra emotion: "Until Aunt Ji's matter is thoroughly investigated, someone will come to watch you."

Aunt Yu nodded without raising any objections.

Qi Chensheng also continued to do business and said: "If the matter is verified, it is indeed as you said."

"—Then according to the Qi family's rules, you will be sent out of the house."

Aunt Yu's back facing the window seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and when she turned around, tears flowed from her already red eyes.But while she was wiping her tears, her tone was full of joy that her wish had been fulfilled.

"Then, thank you, Second Young Master."

Qi Chensheng didn't respond, but just put away the things wrapped in black cloth on the table, then held Wang Luan's hand, and was about to walk out.

At this time, Aunt Yu's voice came from behind them: "The person next to the second young master...is the man you brought back to the Qi family from outside."

Just as Wang Luan was lifted from the chair by Qi Chensheng, he didn't expect Aunt Yu to mention him, and looked at her in surprise.

"Yes." Qi Chensheng didn't care about anything, and responded briefly.

"Then I hope you can... treat him well. Don't let him stay in this yard empty-handed like us and change people's hearts."

Qi Chensheng held Wang Luan's shoulders, and finally walked out of the narrow room, and finally said in a deep voice, "Don't worry."

Wang Luan coughed lightly a few times, and rested his head on Qi Chensheng's shoulder, but still felt that it was not enough, so he lightly grabbed his sleeve, and rarely made a request.

"Shen Sheng, I'm tired."

"You carry me away."

Qi Chensheng's remnant eyes reflected Wang Luan's figure, he put away the gentleman's stick in his hand, and under the probing gaze of everyone in the courtyard, he hugged Wang Luan firmly horizontally.

Wang Luan leaned against his chest as he wished, and Qi Chensheng's whisper echoed in his ears.

"do not worry."

This is not for Aunt Yu, but for him.