The Lady of the Farm in the Red Mansion

In the Xingbu prison, Xiuyan was wearing a white prison uniform, hugging her knees, and buried her head deeply in her knees.

The gate of the sky prison creaked, and King Beijing Jing walked in.

Xiuyan slowly raised her head, looked at him expressionlessly, and asked indifferently, "Is he dead?"

Seeing her calm expression, King Bei Jing felt very heavy, and he asked back, "Do you want him to die or live?"

"I hope he dies!" She didn't grit her teeth, but she was absolutely sure, without any falsehood.

Wang Beijing was startled, and asked, "They found a bowl of miscarriage medicine in your house, can you tell me what happened?"

Xiuyan's lips trembled but she didn't answer, what should she answer, she said that Li Mu killed her child with her own hands, so she wanted to kill him, who would believe it!She buried her head in her knees again and sobbed.

King Bei Jing gently stroked her back and comforted her: "Forget it, everything is over, Li Mu killed your child, and he was also punished!"

Xiuyan suddenly raised her head and said: "He's dead, isn't he!" For some reason, when he mentioned his death, she became extremely excited.

King Beijing opened his mouth slightly, and looked at her in disbelief: "You want him to die like that, just for you and another man's child, who is that man, even Li Mu lost to him!" Suddenly, He seemed to have thought of someone, and exclaimed in surprise, "My God, that man could not be that fellow Jia Baoyu, could he? Makes sense! I think one of my beautiful concubines has been talking about him every day since he met him!"

At what time, he was still thinking about these messy things, Xiuyan smiled helplessly, then pulled a pile of straw, curled up to cover it, and waved his hands: "My lord, please leave, I am a dying person, Afraid of bringing bad luck to the prince!"

"Why are you so sure that you will die?" King Beijing Jing said angrily.

"What? Isn't he dead?" Xiuyan suddenly got up, grabbed King Beijing's collar, and stared at him with bright eyes, which was a bit scary.

King Beijing took away Xiuyan's hand that was holding onto his collar, and said in a trembling voice, "He's not dead, you should be glad!"

"Lucky? You say I should be lucky?"

"Ok!"

"Are you so lucky?" Xiuyan grabbed a handful of straw and threw it into the air like flowers.

The straw was moldy, and when she sprinkled it like this, the moldy smell made him cough. King Beijing Jing fanned the moldy smell with his hands, and said with a wrinkled face: "What kind of nerve are you? If you really want him to die, why don't you?" There are other ways, why do we have to choose to die together!"

Xiuyan curled up in the straw again and ignored King Beijing, weeping silently, thinking, I love Li Mu, but he killed my child, what else can I do but die together, but he Why can't I die.

Seeing that Xiuyan completely ignored him, King Beijing patted the ashes on his body and said, "Take care of yourself, don't think about it, I will find a way to rescue you!"

As soon as he walked to the door, Xiuyan suddenly stopped him, his eyes shone brightly, and the tears from crying were still there. Anyone who saw him would feel pity. The King of Beijing Jing stood at the door and said softly: "Don't be afraid, my lord." I have my own way to save you!"

Xiuyan shook her head and said: "The sinful woman and the prince just met once, the prince doesn't need to rush about the criminal woman's affairs, I only ask the prince about it!"

"what's up?"

"Is he dead or not?" If he was dead, she would be able to go down to see their child, and the three of them would be able to reunite downstairs.

King Beijing shook his head, only to see Xiuyan sitting on the ground frustrated.

King Bei Jing immediately added: "Although he is not dead yet, he is not far away!"

"Really?" Xiuyan said lightly.

Seeing Xiuyan's eyes sparkle with excitement, Wang Mingming of Beijing squeezed his hands in his sleeves and thought, how much she has to love that kid from Jia's family to hate Li Mu so much!

Thinking of the situation when Li Mu almost crushed the woman's hand in Jia's mansion that day, and thinking of the girl who gave Li Mu a cuckold, the king of Beijing wanted to cry and laugh, and was in awe of Xiuyan. He felt a little sympathetic to Li Mu'er, anyway, the feeling was very complicated. When he laughed at this complicated triangle relationship, he didn't know that he was being involved in the game unknowingly.

"Yes! Although he is not dead for the time being, the knife has already penetrated his heart. Unless there is a miracle, he will definitely not be able to live!"

"Really? The knife has already entered the heart!" There was a hint of self-mockery in her smug words.

"Yeah! This guy's life is really tough! According to common sense, the heart will die at the first blow, and this guy can survive until now, which is considered an outlier!" In this regard, King Beijing really admires Li Mu.

Xiuyan was not in the mood to listen to what he said, she said with a half-smile: "In this case, when will he die, please trouble the prince to tell me as soon as possible!"

King Beijing thought that Xiuyan hated Li Mu to the core. Although he died, the chances of her surviving were even slimmer, but he would try his best to save her. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will inform you as soon as possible. to you!"

"The criminal woman thanked the prince!" She knelt down on the ground and gave him a big gift.

King Beijing Jing wanted to help her up, but he thought of Baoyu again, thinking, forget it, if I can save this woman, they will be grateful to me, I will accept this gift in advance.

He frowned and stared helplessly at Xiuyan. This woman unknowingly stirred his heart, but her own heart already belonged to someone else. He wanted to hate but couldn't. Meeting the wrong woman at the wrong time, they are doomed to have neither fate nor share!

For the little throbbing in his heart, he can help her as much as he can, who told him that he is born with a warm heart, anyway, this is how he evaluates himself from beginning to end.

After King Beijing left, Xiuyan kept that kneeling posture, maybe she was waiting, waiting for the news of his death.

The moon quietly climbed up, hung on the window, and looked at the people in the prison pitifully.

Xiuyan got up suddenly, sat with her back against the wall, quickly took out the little tiger-toed shoe from her bosom, covered it to her face, and hummed softly, because she hummed for him every night. Lullaby.

Humming and humming, suddenly his back straightened, his eyes were sharp, and he threw the shoe far away, thinking, what's wrong with me, if he doesn't die, do I have to hug this shoe for the rest of my life to anesthetize myself.

No, it would be good if he died. If he doesn't die, I must find a way to get out. She was circling anxiously in the prison, knocking on the corner of the wall for a while, jumping up again and trying to reach the prisoner that day. Window, it seems that his sanity is clearer, but he seems to be acting suspiciously.

She didn't stop until she was tired from knocking and jumping, and leaned against the wall, hugging the straw and fell asleep, with a baby-like tranquility in her peaceful face, and she was still humming the song in her sleep. A familiar lullaby.

This woman who has lost her child and is about to lose her husband has been driven into a schizophrenic state.