I don’t know how long it has passed, but the mandarin duck under the magpie’s hands has been embroidered. She rubbed her neck, which was a little sore, and stood up.

Only then did I realize that the sun was already west, and a figure came out of the next room.

His hair was messy and his body was as thin as a piece of sugar cane.

The cheekbones are high and convex, and the eye sockets are deep, so they are staggering step by step in their sleeping clothes.

"Oh, Die'er, you hanged ghost, don't even come out, scaring me."

The magpie patted her chest and started cursing at the Butterfly.

Die'er ignored the magpie's scolding and held the wall step by step. He seemed slow, but he moved towards the door of the house anxiously.

"Madam, Madam is calling me, hurry, hurry..."

Butterfly, who hadn't said a word since the incident, finally spoke out.

Xi Magpie was stunned for a moment, and then realized that she seemed to have ignored Xie for nearly two hours. Xie kept saying that she was feeling uncomfortable. How was it going?

Thinking of this, the magpie put the veil in her hand back into the needle and thread basket and entered the room first.

"ah!"

A deformed scream suddenly came from the inner room.

As soon as the Butterfly staggered to the door, he was rushed out of the inside and knocked the magpie into his arms.

Both of them fell down, the magpie's face turned pale, and her eyes almost popped out of her socket.

"What's wrong with you?" Die'er asked, suddenly feeling a bad premonition in her heart.

The magpie trembled and pointed at the inner room, and her teeth hit each other and giggled.

"Young lady, she, she is dead..."

"What?"

Die'er was shocked and struggled to get up, stumbled towards the inner room...

...

By the time Yang Wenxuan came back, it was the second day.

With the help of Die'er, Xie changed into neat clothes and his hair was combed in a slight way.

He put a little powder on his face, crossed his hands in front of him, and a colorful ribbon wrapped around his wrist to cover the wound that cuts his wrist.

She was lying quietly like this, her eyebrows and eyes closed, as if she was asleep.

Yang Wenxuan raised his hand and gently stroked Xie's cold forehead. Thinking of the love they had in the past, tears couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Ting'er, why are you so cruel? You're leaving me..."

"If my son is gone, we can still be reborn. If you leave, how can you let me live alone in the world?"

Yang Wenxuan stood in front of Xie's bed, so sad that he couldn't do it himself.

Butterfly knelt on the ground beside him, wearing mourning clothes, and while crying, he put straw paper into the small brazier in front of him.

"Miss, you have suffered a lot in your life. When you left, no one around you gave me."

"Die'er burns you more paper money. If you are there, don't let yourself down."

"Buy more maids to serve you, bring you tea and water, and help you solve your problems..."

When Yang Wenxuan heard the whisper of Die'er beside him, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the maid.

"It's rare that you, a maid, have a little conscience, and it's not in vain to treat you." He said.

Die'er sobbed and said, "Although we are masters and servants, the lady treats me like a sister. It's useless to be Die'er. If I were here today, the lady wouldn't have committed suicide by cutting her wrist..."

When talking about this, Yang Wenxuan thought of someone.

That's right, that person is still Zhou.

Yang Wenxuan gritted his teeth and said, "All this was caused by the poisonous woman Zhou. She killed my son and Ting'er. If I don't calculate the accounts clearly with her, I will not be a human being!"

In a love affair, Yang Wenxuan wanted to bury Xie as his concubine.

Although he cannot enter the ancestral tomb after his death as a concubine, he will be able to love her openly after a hundred years in the future.

This proposal was directly denied by the old man.

Moreover, he scolded Yang Wenxuan and almost knocked off two more teeth.

The reason was that family scandals should not be made public, so Xie was still buried as the young lady of the Yang family and buried with Brother Hui.

Due to the fact that the Yang family is now in a difficult situation inside and outside, the funeral was held very simply and even shabby.

Even the average wealthy family is not as good as the standard.

Of course, no relatives came to mourn.

But Yang Ruoqing still hid her identity and asked the clerk in the coffin shop to send two wreaths to express her condolences.

Yang Ruoqing actually has no hatred for this Xie family.

I had dinner with Xie twice. Yang Ruoqing was sorry for the granddaughter-in-law of the Yang family and was angry at her for not fighting.

When it comes to this point, you can only blame Xie for making one mistake and losing all the money.

After cutting his wrists for the rest of his life, perhaps Xie realized that he was wrong.

Therefore, use the method of self-destruction to redeeate yourself.

The real god is jealous of beauty, but the beauty is so desperate.

Yang Ruoqing is basically aware of the series of recent events that have happened in the Yang family.

I knew that the two father and son of the Yang family were having a hard time now, and business went one after another.

It was like teasing them. The hole on this side had not been filled yet, and the other side was broken and leaking again.

Yang Wenxuan was frustrated and had several lawsuits on his body.

Because of the tight money, it affected the backyard.

The concubines and maids who are usually pampered have worked hard for more than ten years and returned to the pre-liberation overnight.

Not to mention the amount of private money saved in daily life by Yang Wenxuan, even the purses and sachets made in daily life were confiscated by Yang Wenxuan and sold them outside.

Moreover, I heard that Yang Wenxuan was still contacting the fangs and wanted to choose some beautiful and young concubines and maids to sell.

I tried my best to reduce my head's wealth.

The first wife, Zhou, was beaten and driven back to her parents' home. Her son died again, and Xie also committed suicide.

The current Yang Mansion has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to when Yang Ruoqing and the others came last month.

People in the mansion were panicked every day, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing and low.

When Zhou's family is not in the backyard, people often take advantage of the situation at this time.

Just like many big families, all kinds of tragic things have emerged at this time.

I don’t know how many thieves were patronized by Zhou’s house.

Even the embroidered pillows on the bed were torn apart just to see if there was money hidden inside...

In the inn.

Yang Ruoqing stood by the window and looked at the Yuncheng at night, and the red lanterns that were winding on the street.

At this night, many people went out to visit the night market, which was similar to that of modern cities, but there was no informationization and technology.

The pace of life of the people is slightly slower, but the other aspects are similar.

Tonight, the same lights of thousands of homes.

However, some are happy and some are sad.

It has been a while since this website was released, and it is time to put it away.
Chapter completed!