spring water

A faint scent of aromatherapy permeated the sense of spring water, but this tranquil scent could not calm her down who was still in a coma.

She kept dreaming of the scene where Song Manzhen was beheaded, Song Manzhen's face, her eyes, and the heat of her blood all went through the dream to Chunshui's heart, and the execution scene was repeated countless times.Chun Shui's eyes were still closed tightly, and the nightmare was like a slippery, thorny, but extremely tough vine, entangled Chun Shui's body, making it difficult for her to escape.

Beside the wooden bed, a tall figure held a cotton towel in his hand, twisted his hands interlacedly, and all the water dripped into the copper basin.

The person on the bed kept moaning, Gan Muqing turned to look at Chun Shui, and saw that her forehead was covered with sweat.Gan Muqing walked to the bed with a cotton towel, and wiped off the sweat for Chunshui.

"Manzhen..." Chunshui whispered while holding Gan Muqing's hand.

Gan Muqing watched Chun Shui who was in a coma reciting other people's names, without showing much expression on her face, she just held her hand and put it back to the original place.

I don't know how long she slept before Chunshui really woke up. When she woke up, she found that she was in a familiar room at home.

The Linshui Pavilion is just a few outdated furnishings. She has stayed here for nine springs and autumns, and she is familiar with every corner.This gave her a sense of ease, as if nothing had happened, everything was as peaceful as the countless familiar days in the past, and what still flowed in her ears were the sounds of mothers clapping clothes and the aroma of cooking in the backyard.

But when her thoughts settled down for a moment, she immediately recalled Song Manzhen.

Knives, blood, corpses... Chun Shui's thoughts suddenly became tense, and she jumped up from the bed, but she felt her head was torn apart, and her eyes were dark, and all the colors were chaotic, making her unable to sit still, and fell down again. Back to bed.

It wasn't until Qian Muqing came to open the door that Chun Shui could see things again and see the person in front of him clearly.

"You are seriously short of Qi and blood, I advise you not to move around, otherwise you won't be able to land in the ground for ten days and a half months." On the wooden plate in Gan Muqing's hand was a plate of vegetables and a bowl of rice. Put the plate on the table and turn around to leave.

"It was you who stopped me in the execution ground? Huh, hehehe... You disobeyed what you said, fuck Muqing." Chun Shui laughed, "Why do I wait for strangers to bother you to persuade them? You can look at strangers He was shot and killed by random arrows, why bother to save him?"

"I am willing."

Chun Shui picked up the vase by the window and threw it at Gan Muqing bitterly.The vase hit Qian Muqing's forehead impartially, and it shattered all over the floor.

"Who do you think you are! The savior? I tell you that I don't need your salvation! I don't want to see you at all. Why do you appear in front of me?! And why do you decide my life and death according to your will? You Why don't you hide? Do Muqing! Are you too self-righteous!" Chun Shui roared, "Get out of my way! Get out!"

The blood flowed all the way to Gan Muqing's eyelids, and in the blink of an eye, it seeped into her eyes, dyeing her eyes all bright red.

"If you want to die, you can go now. There are so many ways to die. Are you afraid that if you miss it, you will have no chance to die? Your life is indeed in your hands, but you also have to think about whether your life belongs to you alone One person. Mama Lu had a high fever and gave her medicine, but she refused to drink it. I can ignore her life and death. If you can do the same, you can step out of this door and plunge into the moat to die Have fun."

Gan Muqing closed the door again, only Chunshui was left in the room.Chunshui's heart ached like a knife, and she felt extremely painful when she thought of Song Manzhen's death because of her.She wanted to find the knife she used to destroy her body, but she didn't know where the knife was left behind at Caishikou, and she didn't even have the golden hairpin that could hurt her.There was nowhere to vent the grief and anger in his heart, Chunshui was so excited that he trembled all over, wanted to cry but couldn't shed tears, stood like an idiot in the middle of the room, silent but trembling.

In the end, she was also tired, so she went to Mama Lu's room to see her. Lying on the bed, Mama Lu, who had lost a lot of weight, cried when she saw Chunshui. Sobbing.

Chun Shui's soul drifted away to nowhere, his big eyes were red and swollen and ugly, staring blankly at the dilapidated window.The windows of this house are even more dilapidated than those in the Linshui Pavilion. Standing here, the wind kept pouring in, making it terribly cold.It's already past the beginning of spring and it's still like an ice cellar. How did you survive the severe winter?Mother Lu, how do you maintain your smile all the time?

Chun Shui held Mother Lu's hand, feeling the roughness, dryness and thickness of her palm.Mother Lu has worked hard all her life. She has been a child bride since she was a child. When her husband died when she was 12 years old, she was kicked out of the house and did countless rough and heavy jobs.It's a pity that even if you want to live a good life in a brothel, you need to use your brains to climb up. Lu's mother is not born with this kind of thought, so she has always played tricks among mothers, taking care of some girls who can't make money and no one cares about them.Chunshui knew that Lu's mother had never enjoyed any blessings at all. Although she always twittered and said she was strong, Chunshui knew better than anyone that Lu's mother was very fragile. Just like now, she cried into tears without saying anything.

Chun Shui sighed: "You look like this, even if you let me go, I don't feel at ease."

Hearing Chunshui's words, Lu's mother cried even louder, pulling Chunshui's arm tightly.Chun Shui didn't even sit on the side of her bed, but still stood, her legs were already extremely stiff, and her back and spine were like a stick supporting her body so tightly.She didn't have any strength at all, but she couldn't let her body fall down. She seemed to have some reason to stand here.But it was these reasons that deprived her of her happiness and her pursuit.

Life is alive, and there are countless fetters. If you live for a moment longer, you will add a moment of hard work.Chun Shui already understood this truth, but still couldn't leave.

Although she hated Qian Muqing to the core, she still wanted to be like her—without blood, tears, or feelings, as long as it was something she wanted to do, she would do it right away, regardless of whether others were disappointed, angry, or even sad and desperate.No one or anything in the world can trap her, free and easy... Chun Shui wants to be that kind of person.

After Miss Song San was beheaded, Master Song held a lavish funeral ceremony for his beloved daughter.According to the laws of the Xia Dynasty, prisoners sentenced to death were not eligible to be sacrificed, and their bodies would not be handed over to their families.Since Miss Song San's body is not in the Song Mansion, is there nothing in the coffin?

Even if there was nothing there, the Song Mansion's funeral ceremony was well known throughout the city.

In those few days, we heard the sound of weeping from the Song Mansion every day and every night, the daytime was fine, and the bustling city atmosphere drowned out the bad luck.But the small town fell into the night early, and when the curfew came, the continuous and gloomy crying came from the Song Mansion, spreading in all directions through every street, disturbing the nearby people to toss and turn.And the cry suddenly became louder and sharper after three days, and the silent Lanzhou City under the night was enveloped by the cry. The atmosphere was eerie and terrifying, many people stayed up all night, and the children were so shocked that they wet the bed.

That day, before dawn, the people in Lanzhou City heard the sound of suona and sharp cries. Someone pushed out the window and saw a long white dragon protruding from the Song Mansion. It was the funeral of the Song Mansion. team.

White paper money was scattered all over the sky, and the funeral procession stepped on the road covered with a thin layer of blue morning light. The coldness of the tone caused the doors and windows of every household to be closed tightly.The funeral procession almost circled Lanzhou City, and after everyone in the city was terrified by Miss Song San's departure, Miss Song San was really sent to the mountain.

Some people say that even though Lanzhou City was full of people that day, it was like a dead city, and even though only one person died, it seemed like the whole city was buried with him.There were also bold people discussing how to go to the mountain to pry open Miss Song San's tombstone and steal the funeral objects from the tomb-it is impossible for her to be buried alone with such a big show, and the funeral objects must be rich.

It's just that the gates of the Song Mansion, which used to be beautiful and prosperous, were kept closed during the time when the third lady passed away, and the white lanterns were hung high, and they were not removed for 49 days.What is even more disturbing is that Miss Song San passed away for many days, and crying can still be heard in the silent Lanzhou City after nightfall.Everyone thought that the people in the Song Mansion were still immersed in sad thoughts, but when they listened carefully, the crying disappeared again... Thinking of this, no one dared to think about it anymore.