The Rebirth of the Violent Concubine: The Bright Moon Shields the West Building

There is an old locust tree in Wugou Mountain. In one summer, half of the tree was scorched by a thunderstorm, but the old locust tree still survived, and it lasted a hundred years in the mountain. Under this old locust tree, Jiang Mingyue had been guarding her own bones as an earth-binding spirit for many years. I don’t know the years in the mountains. Earlier, Jiang Mingyue was counting the four seasons, but after three years of counting, Jiang Mingyue stopped counting. Because one day, after seeing the new growth of grass over her bones when the spring came again, Jiang Mingyue suddenly wanted to understand one thing, a ghost does not need to count the years and months.

People have to count their own age, they have to count their spring and summer growth, autumn harvest and winter storage, a ghost does not need to eat or drink, no longer grows, and what is the purpose of counting life? Everything in this world has anything to do with you?

However, ghosts will still be infested by wind, thunder, rain and snow, wind and rain will kill their bones, thunder will be shocked, and frost and snow will make bones chill. Jiang Mingyue also has to thank the soldiers who abandoned her body here. These people at least abandoned her body under the tree. The old tree that has grown in the mountains for a hundred years, the branches and leaves are enough to shield her from the hot sun, otherwise Jiang Mingyue will only depend on it. Ghosts that live on bones have to suffer from moxibustion in the scorching sun.

I don’t know when it started. Jiang Mingyue floated under the old locust tree, looking forward to one thing all day long. I hope that someone with good intentions will come here and see her corpse here, so that she can be kind to bury her in the soil and let her Her ghost life can be peaceful.

Day by day, year after year, hunters and herb gatherers have walked nearby, but no one has ever approached this old locust tree. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons cycle, when Jiang Mingyue has forgotten her name when she was alive, two people finally walked under the locust tree.

This is the master and the servant, but their appearance and dress are very poor. The master’s forehead was stabbed with a prisoner character. His hair was stained with frost on the temples, and his bones stood out. One of his hands was stretched out. It was spring time. This person’s hand His frostbite hadn't recovered yet, his fingers were red and swollen, the palms and backs of the hands were cracked all over, as if they had been webbed by spiders, this person had suffered a lot at first sight.

"Master, we have to go to the west. We can't delay time," the servant behind the master urged again and again. This man had whip marks on his exposed arm, and the blood was fresh, apparently just recently after being beaten.

"Those few kills didn't lie to me, it's this old locust tree that is half-scorched." The master knelt down and stretched out his hand to pull the vine that was entwined with Jiang Mingyue's bones.

Looking down at her corpse, Jiang Mingyue realized that a few wild flowers had grown in the hands of her corpse. They were bright red, and they didn't know their names, but they were unexpectedly beautiful.

The man found a copper button the size of a fingernail next to the bones and scraped off the copper rust. After reading the words on the copper button, the man called his servant to help. The master and servant had been busy for a long time, removing Jiang Mingyue's bones from the lush vines with bare hands, and dug a deep hole under the tree with bare hands.

"Master, you still have sores on your hands, come on small," the servant who was younger than his master saw the blood on his master's hand dripping into the soil and couldn't help but tell his master.

"It doesn't matter," the master seemed to know nothing of pain. He only raised his hand to wipe the blood on his body, turned around and picked up a skeleton to put it in the pit. Look at the bones in his hand and the loess in the pit. This master Lay down the bones and took off his fairly clean outer lining.

Seeing her bones wrapped in an outer lining by this person, and then carefully put into the pit, Jiang Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief, and she was finally able to go into the soil for peace.

"Your uncle and uncle have been looking for you for these years," the master put the bones in the pit, and said, kneeling and talking to the bones: "I saw them at the ferry crossing in Xunzhou half a month ago. Later , They will definitely find this mountain, and I will leave a message to the old man in the tea shed beside the official road outside the mountain, let him tell you uncle and uncle, you were buried here by me."

"Brother Yuer and Brother Xian fell out with Lord Hou for you. Now Brother Yuer has gone to the North Sai to join the army, and Brother Xian is guarding the Hou Mansion in the capital."

"Your old lady is in good health. Zhao Qingrong won't die for a day, and your old lady won't close her eyes."

"Your old lady's body is not as good as before. Since I beat you, the old lady has never seen Master Hou again."

"When I left Beijing, your father led troops to the East China Sea. He has rarely been in the capital in these years. I and your brother Xian are very common, but I haven't seen him once."

"Master, are the bones from the concubine of Tushan Palace?" The servant squatted beside his master, rubbing the mud on his hands, while whispering: "She is not as good as the master. It’s already the worst for the second master to be a prisoner."

"What kind of concubine," the master frowned and shook her head: "She is not a sinner in Tushan Palace, she is the second lady in Anyuanhou Palace," the master flipped the brass clasp in his hand and said: "No Wrong, Jiang Mingyue, it's engraved on it."

Jiang Mingyue.

The loess was swayed from the man's hands, gradually covering the senran bones. A gust of wind blew in the mountains, and Lin Hai whistled, the dead soul who had forgotten her name in life, was shaken by the wind, and then she remembered her name, she was Jiang Mingyue.