This female ghost is obviously very beautiful

The demon spirit was gone, Yuan Shuangqing didn't dare to stay here anymore, took Zhu'er to Zhang's small courtyard together, took out a bottle of golden sore medicine from her bag, and quickly sprinkled it on the wound, this golden sore medicine was extremely useful, even though the wound It won't recover immediately, but there is no blood at all.

The light in the room was on, and Mr. Zhang was already taking care of his wife inside. Yuan Shuangqing thought about it, but still left the yard without saying goodbye.

The two walked to the night road. Zhu'er just watched the scene of Yuan Shuangqing beheading the demon spirit, but she was not afraid, but a little excited. She glanced at Yuan Shuangqing's hand and joked: "If you kill a ghost, you will let it go." One blood, how much blood is not enough, right?"

Yuan Shuangqing remembered something, and the light in her eyes dimmed: "One day when the blood runs out, I will lie in the coffin, and it will be a matter of the world."

Zhu'er knew that Yuan Shuangqing was indifferent, but she didn't expect her to say these words. She looked like an old man in her seventies who was indifferent to life and death. I'm all alone, and I haven't thought about dying yet."

Yuan Shuangqing said: "There is a saying: Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. If you don't understand my difficulties, how can you know what I think? Naturally, I don't understand you very well. You say your family is ruined, but I I don't think you are in so much pain, is it because you hide it too deeply, or is it because of your nature? I'm a little curious."

Zhu'er said, "You never thought of the third possibility?"

"Which?"

"I lied to you, my family is not broken, let alone dead."

Yuan Shuangqing stopped, looked at her, and seemed to ask silently if she was really lying to herself.

Zhu'er laughed: "Do you believe me? I'm just talking. I... really lost my family."

Yuan Shuangqing turned her head, and became indifferent again, saying: "Since you don't want to say it, I won't force you."

The conversation between the two ended abruptly like this, and no one asked any more questions. They met halfway, and they could show some sincerity.

On the second day, Miss Shuangqing, who hadn't returned home for a long time, was finally ushered outside the door of Yuan's mansion. The servants who came out to greet each other greeted Miss Shuangqing. Out of politeness, Yuan Shuangqing never corrected him. She preferred to be called Yuan Tianshi.

He probably wanted to arouse Yuan Shuangqing's homesickness. After introducing her to the door, he did not take her to see Mrs. Yuan immediately, but led Yuan Shuangqing to the yard where she lived since childhood. Whoever lived there, although someone would come to clean it regularly, it still looks a bit desolate. Yuan Shuangqing actually doesn't have any particularly good memories of this place, but she still remembers one thing here.

The note that Chang Xi had written to her was buried under the clothes in the closet. Yuan Shuangqing took her out from the old clothes, and she no longer knew how she was feeling.The old man didn't know where to go, and what was left to her was only a few things. It's better to think about it than to talk about it for comfort.

Dong Yin was one of the few people who knew about the entanglement between Yuan Shuangqing and Changxi. Seeing Yuan Shuangqing's dazed expression at this moment, he knew that this note would not be simple. It was gently placed on the table, so I had to ask cautiously: "Young master, do you want to put it in the bag?"

Yuan Shuangqing was startled, and said lightly: "No need, just let it go."

Dongyin hesitated to speak.

The atmosphere was tense, and a servant outside the door said: "Miss Shuangqing, the old lady has been waiting for a long time."

Yuan Shuangqing closed the door and took Dongyin and Zhu'er to Mrs. Yuan's main courtyard.The servants of the Yuan family passed by Yuan Shuangqing, all showing complicated expressions, both curious and fearful of Yuan Shuangqing.

Curious because she appeared five years later, but she was wearing a Taoist robe, no female braids, and a jade crown on her head. If this face was not too delicate, no one would think that she was a woman.Speaking of fear, although Mrs. Yuan issued an order not to allow everyone to discuss the matter of Yuan Shuangqing's escape five years ago, the servants will inevitably communicate with each other, and they all know but pretend not to know. It is feared that even to this day, it has been said that Yuan Shuangqing can communicate with ghosts and gods, which is miraculous.

Yuan Shuangqing had long been indifferent to these probing gazes, and finally there was a crack on Yuan Shuangqing's face in the main room where she greeted the old lady every day.This is the place she is most familiar with in the Yuan Mansion besides the small courtyard.

Yuan Shuangqing opened the curtain shortly, and saw that the small hall was full of people. Presumably, they came here after getting the news. Yuan Shuangqing pursed her lips, feeling a little uncomfortable with the battle, and didn't understand these things carefully. Who are the people? He secretly took a deep breath, stepped forward, bent slightly, clasped his fists in greeting, and said, "Hello, old lady."

It has been five years, probably because of the pampering, the years have not carved too many marks on the old lady's face, she is still the appearance in Yuan Shuangqing's memory, but she is getting older, the old lady does not seem to be as sharp as before, Yuan Shuangqing finished After the ceremony, she didn't blame Yuan Shuangqing for not calling her grandmother, but she showed a rare smile and asked the servants to move a stool for Yuan Shuangqing to sit on.

Yuan Shuangqing just sat down in the hall and accepted the scrutiny of the whole room. Of course, she didn't go to see them one by one, but only gave old lady Yuan a little face.

Yuan Shuangqing's clasping technique is quite quack-like. She hasn't had a serious greeting for many years. Under the leadership of the old lady, most of the people in Yuan's mansion are obstinate and stubborn. Sure enough, Yuan Shuangqing was so perfunctory, and someone jumped out immediately: "Sister, I haven't seen you for many years. You have already forgotten that you need to kneel down to see grandma, right?"

The one who spoke was the one on the second chair on the left under the old lady's seat. She looked quite young, wearing gorgeous clothes, but her figure was a little bloated and out of shape, as if she had been soaked in water for a few days. Yuan Shuangqing still recognized her at first. Not coming out, he looked carefully for a while, and finally found the shadow of the year in the brows of the man who became more and more angry, and suddenly realized: "Are you Yuan Qingqing?"

Yuan Qingqing frowned, and said unhappily, "I'm your elder sister."

Yuan Shuangqing asked, as if she hadn't heard, "Aren't you married?"

"Whether I marry or not, what does it have to do with you? You walked away quietly for five years and never sent a letter to your family. Yuan Shuangqing, Yuan Shuangqing, do you really have a heart?"

Yuan Qingqing's voice was a little sharp, and the old lady Yuan frowned slightly and glanced at her, but she didn't stop her, she wanted to see Yuan Shuangqing's reaction.

Yuan Shuangqing didn't refute immediately, and the servant came to serve the tea, she picked it up and took a sip, looked down at the tea powder in the cup, and whispered: "There should be no poison in it, right?"

On Madam Yuan's right sat her fourth son, Yuan Qi. After hearing this, Yuan Qi looked at the strange expressions of the people in the room, and coughed strangely: "What are you talking about?"

Yuan Shuangqing smiled and said, "Fourth Uncle, don't blame me, it was just a little joke."

Yuan Qingqing gritted her teeth and said, "Did you hear what I said?"

Yuan Shuangqing looked at her and asked strangely, "What did you say?"

"You...you did it on purpose!"

Yuan Shuangqing hummed inaudibly, Yuan Qingqing's face flushed with anger, and the old lady came out slowly to smooth things over: "You are not here, and Qingqing often mentions you. Although she is outspoken and self-willed, she treats others sincerely." , my granddaughter is only a few of you, and harmony is the best."

"Yes," Yuan Shuangqing responded lightly. Regarding the old lady's favoritism, her face showed no fluctuations, but she was very obedient. She glanced at Yuan Qingqing's winning face, smiled meaningfully, and then went straight to the point: "I think the old lady already knows The purpose of my trip. One is to celebrate the old lady’s [-]th birthday. The gift will be sent from Huqi Mountain in four days or two days. The second is for my parents’ relics.”

After Yuan Shuangqing finished speaking, the hall fell into a new round of silence and embarrassment. Yuan Shuangqing sipped tea with her head down, waiting for the old lady to speak, but finally the person on the left of the old lady spoke first: "Shuangqing, do you still remember me?"

Yuan Shuangqing looked up when she heard the words. It was a face she had never seen before, but it was somewhat similar to Yuan Qi, only older, with sunken eye sockets, as if caused by long-term fatigue. , the only remaining sons are her fourth uncle Yuan Qi and uncle Yuan Huan, so she knew it clearly and said with a smile: "Are you uncle?"

Yuan Huan smiled and said, "Yeah, you are already this big. I hugged you when you were very young."

Yuan Shuangqing didn't know how to answer the conversation, so she could only smile.

Behind Yuan Huan is Yuan Huan's wife, seeing the awkward atmosphere again, she couldn't help but smooth things over and said: "Shuangqing came back from such a long distance, and the boat and car are exhausting, why don't you go to rest first, wait At noon, I'll call you over for dinner again, what do you think?"

Yuan Shuangqing said: "That's fine." She was not in a hurry to ask for her parents' relics, and silently looked around at the people in the hall. They seemed to be a little afraid of her, especially some very young children, who didn't dare to look at her. Yuan Shuangqing Knowing that the Yuan family's family education was very strict, and even wiped out the dispositions that many children should have, I didn't think much about it. Suddenly, I heard an innocent voice from the crowd: "Aren't you a ghost? Why do you appear during the day?"

Yuan Shuangqing turned her head to look, but it turned out to be a little girl, staring at her with curious eyes, the woman beside her was startled, hugged the little girl, her face was ashen.

"Who taught her?!"

Old Madam Yuan got angry and slammed the crutch on the floor heavily.

The woman was Yuan Huan's first concubine, and she explained tremblingly: "Forgive me, old lady, children are ignorant, it was not intentional. Hurry up and apologize to your Sister Shuangqing."

The woman pushed the girl's shoulder. Although the girl was baffled, she was also afraid of the power of the old lady Yuan, and burst into tears. Yuan Shuangqing felt bored and said, "It's okay, I don't care what others think, let alone the other party He's still a child. Since there's nothing else to do, then Shuang Qing will retire first."

After Yuan Shuangqing left, the old lady Yuan sneered and said, "What do children know? They are all taught well by adults. Yuan Huan, take good care of your backyard."