A great relationship

Yunyu: "I heard the bell and rushed over. Sir, are you okay?"

With his head propped up on a piece of clothing and his stomach also covered with another, Si Nanyi opened his heavy eyelids and asked, "Did you hear the bell?"

Si Nanyi, who didn't see Wan Niang, asked worriedly:

"Where's Wanniang?"

Yunyu: "Miss Wanniang, she seems to be here."

Yunyu held a painting high in front of Si Nanyi. Si Nanyi immediately woke up and turned over and sat up.

He grabbed the painting and looked at the beauty holding a pipa in it.

With regret in his eyes, he said: "How did you get included in the painting?"

Yunyu appeared from behind the painting and reminded: "If I'm not mistaken, this seems to be Miss Wanniang's true body."

Si Nanyi was stunned to react: "She is a painting."

Si Nanyi looked at Wan'er holding the pipa in the painting, and glanced at the faint black words on the "selling body" engraved on it -

He said: "I may have figured out the whole story."

He turned around and asked Xiang Yunyu uncertainly: "Has your master been here?"

Yunyu said: "Sir, the Lord has never been here."

It seemed that it was his own illusion. Suddenly, a feeling of disappointment filled his heart. Even Si Nanyi himself didn't know why. He said dejectedly, "Really?"

Yunyu said with certainty: "Yes."

"Then forget it."

In the upper wing of the pavilion in Yihongyuan.

The candlelight flickered in front of the bronze mirror on the dressing table.

The madam's facial features are still clear after she took off her heavy makeup, especially her big eyes, which still have charm at the corners.

The madam rubbed a pair of exquisite and cute little silver bracelets on her hands for a long time, her eyes slightly moist. Finally, she carefully wrapped them in red cloth and reluctantly locked them in the drawer.

She held the pen in front of the mirror, put on powder and cheeks, and pursed her lips red. Looking at her ugly appearance in the mirror, the madam was very satisfied. She picked up the handkerchief, twisted her fat buttocks, and went downstairs at a brisk pace. The whole hall of Yihongyuan could be heard with her extremely ugly cursing.

"You bastards, the moon has already come out, but you are still lying in bed, get up and serve the guests!"

After she finished scolding, she remembered that she had told Si Nanyi not to run around and follow Mudan to learn the piano. Now, there was no sign of Si Nanyi in the hall, so she went upstairs scolding. When she passed by a side room, the heart-wrenching sound of a pipa came from the room, which caught her attention.

She shook her sleeves and cursed:

"What the hell are these bullets?"

The madam couldn't stand it any longer and pushed open the door of the side room. She looked around but didn't see the person playing the music, and the sound of the pipa stopped abruptly.

The madam was so angry that she was about to curse, but she heard the sound of the pipa again, but this time the sound of the pipa was particularly pleasant to the ears. The madam thought there was something fishy. The trick was not the huge contrast between the two sounds, but the fact that the weeping sound of the pipa was her famous song "Lovesickness". She had not played the pipa since she parted with her lover many years ago.

She listened carefully to the pipa music "Lovesickness" and fell into a dream, but it seemed as if the moon was alone in the window last night, and those who heard it cried with sorrow.

This is quite reminiscent of her charm in her youth.

This made her even more curious about the person who was playing Fuqu.

Curiosity drove her around the screen, but she still did not see the person playing the music. Instead, she saw a painting hanging on an easel. The madam approached and saw a beautiful young woman holding a pipa and playing the music with a smile on her face. The madam was stunned. She walked forward to look at the painting carefully, and could not help but touch it with her trembling hands.

Soon the madam came running out from the room in the building in a hurry. Si Nanyi, who had expected her to do this, followed her.

In the side room that belonged to the madam, there was a noisy sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets. The madam, completely ignoring her expensive skirt, sat on the floor and rummaged through the boxes, muttering: "Selling my body! I'm looking for selling my body..."

He followed her and finally couldn't bear to look at Si Nanyi anymore, so he stepped into the room and walked towards her.

"Boss, I'm afraid this is what you are looking for?"

Si Nanyi took out the yellowed thin paper that Yunyu gave him.

The madam, her pupils already dazed, tried to take it with trembling hands, but Si Nanyi pulled it away.

He said: "This child who was sold out was born into a poor family. Her father was a poor painter. The painter had an affair with a prostitute and gave birth to her. The prostitute was a lowly woman and could not be redeemed.

The child was raised by the painter, but unfortunately the painter had a short life and passed away suddenly when the child was nine years old.

He entrusted the child to a relative, who raised him for a few years, but eventually sold him to Yihongyuan."

Hearing this, the madam's whole body trembled. Normally, she might have cursed Si Nanyi or twisted his ears, but this time she just pleaded with trembling lips: "Give it to me..."

Si Nanyi's eyes were covered with frost and he said contemptuously: "Here you are. Your hands are shaking so badly, can you hold it steady? Can you see clearly?"

The blood drained from the madam's face. The hand she covered her heart convulsively grasped the clothes on her chest, and the other hand was raised in the air, trembling, and then retracted.

She seemed like a completely different person compared to her usual aggressive self, striding with big steps, twisting her hips and being aggressive.

Si Nanyi continued: "When the child had just grown up, you sold her to Mr. Jia. She refused, which hurt Mr. Jia, but she was still abused in the end. You accused her of being disobedient and locked her up in the wing room in the backyard. Then you sold her to Shen San, the servant in Yihong Courtyard, and Doctor Li, who treated her.

In the end, she was tortured to death.

She died, and you had no intention of letting her go, so you sunk her body into the cold lotus pond.

Three months ago, Mr. Jia died suddenly and inexplicably, and then Shen San also died of a stomachache, and Doctor Li was frightened to death. But you, who was the one who pushed her into the fire pit, are safe and sound. Why do you think that is?"

The madam clutched her clothes tightly at her chest, her eyes red, her teeth chattering as she stammered, "I...I...I don't know what you are talking about!"

Si Nanyi said sternly: "Until now, you are still pretending to be deaf and dumb. When you saw the painting, you recognized it as a token of love between you and the painter. She has been carrying it with her. From the first time she saw you, she knew that you were the mother she had been thinking about day and night! Even as a ghost, she would not let go of those who killed her, but only you, only you, she could not hate."

Si Nanyi threw the light paper indenture heavily in front of the madam.

Finally, he couldn't stop his hoarse voice and said, "The child's name is - Nian Wan, don't forget it."

The madam knelt on her knees and crawled forward to pick up the paper contract of sale.

Xumi, she could no longer straighten her back, her body collapsed to the ground, she clutched her clothes tightly at her chest, and cried inconsolably.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! . . . . "

She cried heart-wrenchingly and felt like dying.

But it sounded very noisy to Si Nanyi.

Finally, she couldn't catch her breath and fell to the ground.

Yunyu went to check her breath, and Yu Sinanyi reported: "She fainted."

Si Nanyi felt mixed emotions at this moment. He asked Yunyu, "Save her. She must live to atone for her sins."

"Yes, son."

In the attic.

Si Nanyi comforted Wan Niang and said, "I promised you that I would let you meet each other."

But Wan Niang refused and held the Pipa in her arms, crying and saying, "I don't want it. I don't recognize it. I want to go with you."

Si Nanyi sighed and said, "Okay, just don't regret it afterwards."

Wan Niang turned into a wisp of soul smoke and flew back into the painting. Si Nanyi rolled up the scroll and put it away.

Shangguan Jian, who was standing nearby, also lamented: "How could the ghost baby find such a kind girl?"

What he was referring to was why Miss Nianwan, who died tragically, suddenly turned her resentment into revenge after being silent for many years.

Of course Si Nanyi didn't know the reason.

Yunyu said faintly: "If the women in the brothel accidentally get pregnant, they will be forced to abort. The room where they give birth to the dead fetus is the side room in the backyard. Miss Nianwan once placed a bowl of rice in front of the side room on the day of Mengyu Festival. The fetal spirits possessed her to express their gratitude and avenge her.

However, it was also because of her strong resentment that the painting left in the attic lived on in that attic, looking forward to the day when she would recognize her mother in her infinite imagination. "

Shangguan Jian and Si Nanyi listened carefully to what he said.

Si Nanyi was even more surprised and said: "You, a demon, know a lot."

Shangguan Jian expressed deep sympathy: "He came here alone, and he left alone."

Shangguan Jian wiped the red corners of Si Nanyi's eyes with his fingers, "Xiaoyi, don't be too sad."

Si Nanyi's ears instantly turned red, and he mercilessly shook off Shangguan Jian's hand. "I don't understand what you're saying, stop being so cheesy, let go of your hand, if you touch my face again, I'll break your fingers!"

"Xiaoyi, why are you still so sensitive like when you were a kid? You become so sensitive after just a slight touch..."

Shangguan Jian poked Si Nanyi's lower abdomen with his finger and smiled obscenely.

At this time, Yunyu took out a golden bell from his pocket, interrupting the two people's playfulness. He handed it back to Si Nanyi and said: "Sir, last time, you left this thing here."

Shangguan Jian looked at the delicate golden bell lying in Yunyu's palm and reminded Si Nanyi: "It is indeed yours."

Si Nanyi took it and thanked him.

But Yunyu said: "If it is something important, you must keep it well."

Si Nanyi glanced at him, and his handsome face showed some awkward emotions, which was really inexplicable! Si Nanyi hated others preaching to him the most, especially those who didn't know the immensity of the world. He could do whatever he wanted with his own things. When would it be your turn to take care of it? Si Nanyi said indifferently: "It's not very important, so don't bother with it."

Yunyu lowered his voice and said, "It seems that I misunderstood."

"So what are you going to do with that ghost baby?"

Si Nanyi asked back.

Yunyu said expressionlessly: "The ghost baby is with you, young master, and you can't take care of it. As for how we should deal with it, you don't need to worry about it."

"..."

Si Nanyi, he is really a dog like his master. This guy is just as annoying as Hou Yanchen.