After the separation, the space of Lingquan was filled up, and he was so angry that he went crazy

After she chose a set of jewelry, she couldn't wait to take a bath, and asked Jiang Yingmei unceremoniously: "Where is the clean room? Take me there!"

She wasn't like this in the past, but now she just broke the pot and showed her true colors.

She actually doesn't care about anything. She is selfish and only cares about herself.

Jiang Yingmei kept looking at her silently. She didn't say anything when she heard this, but just walked towards the clean room silently.

When Zhong Linglin saw the big bathtub in the clean room, she beamed. She also liked this clean room very much.

This yard is larger than the one she had at her aunt's house and the Yong'an Marquis' Mansion.

She also likes this clean room, it is spacious enough.

The servant has prepared hot water in the bathtub. There is a layer of flower petals floating on the water, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing under the steam.

Zhong Ling was naturally overjoyed and was about to take off her clothes immediately. She accidentally caught a glimpse of Jiang Yingmei still behind her, but she didn't care.

After taking off his clothes in a few moments, the scars and bruises all over his body were exposed, which looked very scary.

Jiang Yingmei immediately covered her mouth, her eyes filled with tears.

Zhong Ling stepped on the footstool and couldn't wait to get into the water. She looked painful and comfortable and couldn't help but moan.

The wounds on her body must have been painful when they first touched the water, but she felt very comfortable after entering the water after not bathing for a long time.

Leaning in the tub, she didn't want to move at all now. She felt so comfortable.

Washing away the dirt on her body was like washing away all the shame left on her body.

Jiang Yingmei walked forward slowly, suppressed the sadness in her heart, and said with a smile: "Let me rub your back. I remember the last time I rubbed your back was when you were very young."

Zhong Ling leaned against the tub with her eyes closed, not even opening her eyes. She just let Jiang Yingmei scrub her slowly behind her, and she enjoyed it more and more.

But there was no gratitude in her heart, she just felt that this was something she owed her.

Who told them to abandon her in the capital since she was a child, who told them to give birth to her when she was so useless, and who told them to leave her alone when she was kicked out of the Marquis' Mansion!

In short, it was their fault that she was like this.

And that Su Yihe who deceived her! !

She will never let them go, absolutely not!

It took me a long time to take this bath.

Jiang Yingmei didn't rush her, she just waited quietly, and when she finished washing, she silently went out to cook.

On the table in the outer room, there are five dishes and one soup, all of which Zhong Ling likes to eat and made by Jiang Yingmei herself.

When she came out of the clean room, she immediately smelled the aroma.

She hadn't eaten for several days, and since she had just taken a shower, she just felt very hungry. She walked directly to the table and sat down, picked up her chopsticks and started gobbling it down.

Jiang Yingmei still sat quietly and watched, but this time her face was very pale and ugly.

The daughter in front of me took a bath and became the same as before.

She is wearing a moon-white dress that is elegant and beautiful. Her long hair is spread smoothly behind her head, and her face is as big as a palm and has delicate features.

It's just that she has lost a lot of weight, so thin that it makes people feel distressed.

Zhong Ling didn't put down his chopsticks until he was full, and the table was already a mess.

She burped and touched her belly, feeling completely satisfied.

But she still didn't even look at Jiang Yingmei, as if she was nothing more than air.

And for everything tonight, she just thought it was Jiang Yingmei trying to make up for her. She walked to the couch and sat on it without wanting to move.

Jiang Yingmei walked to sit next to her and wanted to say something to her, but she opened her mouth but didn't know what to say or where to start.

Zhong Ling ignored her and leaned on the couch, yawning and falling asleep.

Not only had she not eaten well these days, she had not slept well either. Now that she had eaten and drank enough and had taken a bath, she felt sleepy little by little.

He lay on the couch and slowly closed his eyes.

Her breathing gradually became steady, and she gradually slept soundly.

But Jiang Yingmei looked at her, her eyes gradually blurred by tears, and murmured to herself: "I'm sorry, kid, I really can't save you this time, you are too confused!

You absolutely shouldn't, absolutely shouldn't, and you shouldn't take people's lives. "

With this kind of thought, she couldn't stay.

Zhong Ling's breathing gradually became weaker in his sleep.

In the middle of the night, the sound of the clock was heard outside the house.

"Dong, dong, dong, dong, it's the fourth watch. The sky is dry and everything is dry, be careful of the candle!"

Jiang Yingmei looked at Zhong Ling's body that gradually became limp and his chest that no longer rose, and moved her stiff body to slowly get off the bed.

She sat here all night without moving, and her whole body ached terribly.

She walked to Zhong Ling step by step, and first took her hand. It was still warm, but soft as if there were no bones.

He raised his hand and touched her face again, but it was cold and without any warmth.

Jiang Yingmei said warmly: "Go and find your brother. Be obedient and he will protect you."

She murmured, turned around and walked to the dressing table, taking out the comb and the jewelry Zhong Ling had chosen before.

After returning to the bed, she gently stroked Zhong Ling's hair and whispered: "Mom, please comb your hair. It seems that I have never combed your hair."

The comb smoothed the long hair bit by bit, and the person just lay there silently, but Jiang Yingmei's movements were very gentle.

After she tied Zhong Lingwan's hair into a bun, she gently put the jewelry on her.

Finally, he helped the person up and looked at him carefully, only to find that there was still a strand of hair on the back of his head that had not been combed.

She could only take the trouble to take it apart and dress her up again until she was satisfied.

After combing her hair, she brought rouge and gouache and carefully applied makeup on Zhong Ling.

She knows that this daughter loves beauty the most, so she must be beautiful.

After everything was done, Jiang Yingmei hugged Zhong Ling and placed her on the bed. Then she sat blankly on the edge of the bed, holding her hand.

This yard belongs to her, but she has never lived in it.

Unexpectedly, the first time she checked in would also be her last!

She just lay there quietly, as if she was asleep, but her hands became colder and colder, and finally there was no warmth at all.

In the early morning, the bright sunshine coated the earth with several layers of gold, and the air was fresh, but it was still a bit cool in the autumn morning.

Zhong Shi'an and Zhong Yu came to Zhong Ling's yard at the same time, looking at the person who seemed to be sleeping on the bed, neither of them said a word.

I just silently prepared the ever-burning lantern, the brazier and paper money.

A daughter who has not left the palace cannot have funeral arrangements, so everything is kept simple.

The man from the coffin shop delivered the coffin in the morning.

Zhong Ling was put into a coffin in the afternoon, and the next day she went directly to the mountain for funeral without beating gongs or drums. She ended her short life so quietly.