Daiyu of the Rebirth of the Red Chamber

更新时间2015-3-2621:22:23字数：2188

Wanliu still took care of Qingqiao until the seizure passed, and brought the water glass to her mouth.Qingqiao rinsed her mouth.Wanliu went to get another cup and poured water. When she turned around, Qingqiao had already hidden the dirty bowl.Wanliu sat next to her, handed her a new water glass, glanced at her, and quietly asked, "Why did you vomit like this? Could it be..." Nou mouthed and winked again.

Qingqiao's cheeks were flushed, "Guess where it went! I came up from the heat for a while, and I was so angry. You knew I had this problem all the time." Rubbing the part from the throat to the stomach, "Sometimes this is just asking for trouble for me! Doctors are useless, they just tell me to rest. If I am quiet for a while, I will make a fuss again!"

Wanliu said: "Don't trust me too much. I'd rather take it for granted. The fifth son will definitely come back tomorrow. The second master and the second wife will slow down, and you will have to punish some of them. If you want to be punished... if you have a belly If you really have flesh and blood, this punishment is gone, how big is the crime? Even if you haven’t passed the clear path, you can’t say it, so you have to ask for mercy. Let’s get rid of this punishment first.”

Qingqiao said angrily: "There is no root or shadow, how can I plead for mercy? Only because I vomited once at night?"

Wanliu rolled her eyes: "Should I tell you to ask yourself? Do you think we are all dead? Just see yourself in trouble?"

Qingqiao laughed: "Who are 'us'?"

At this juncture, fortunately she still has the leisure to make fun of it!Wanliu's face also turned red, and she hurriedly said: "We, of course, me, and sister Xiaoxiao and Mingzhu. Hello! You still have to laugh at me! I don't care about you anymore!" She lifted her body and walked out.

Qingqiao pulled her back, and whispered to her: "It's really not. Guishui just left. There's no such thing!"

That's all for Wanliu, and she worries about her again: "Okay, the disaster comes from the sky. The fifth son has always been stubborn, but he always knows how to measure. Besides, he is stubborn and stubborn, and he doesn't have the problem of bullying others. How did it happen? The crime of gathering crowds to fight in the street?"

Qingqiao didn't know the details: "Fifth Young Master made an appointment with someone today, and he didn't even make up for sleep. He said he slept on the way. He went out. It seemed that he was very interested. Suddenly I heard that he was fighting and involved Human life, I still can't figure it out! Could it be that someone set up a trick to frame him?"

Wanliu said: "Well, who dares to frame the fifth young master Xie? If you say extort some money, it's fine, but it even touches the government. Is it true that our whole house is full of clay sculptures and grass, and it's not good to let others bully the young master Xie's mansion? Our second son sent me to ask," leaning close to Qingqiao, whispered, "Sister, tell me honestly, is the fifth son doing something secretly? Tell me now, maybe the eldest son can find a way. Later I know, the eldest son can't do it anymore."

Qingqiao was so anxious that her head and face flushed red, and she swore: "He has some tricks to tell others, but he didn't hide it from me. This time, he never told me about the tricks! I think he—— Fifth Young Master, he will never Deliberately concealing it from me, unless..."

"Ok?"

"Unless he's outside...he's taken a fancy to...unless there are other girls involved?" Qing Qiao rubbed the corner of her clothes, trying to force out the words.

Wanliu was relieved: "That's true, it's not a big deal. It's just that the fifth son will come back tomorrow, and he will inevitably suffer."

Qingqiao gritted her teeth, and said angrily: "We shouldn't talk about reasoning. The fifth son should also be disciplined!"

Wanliu nodded slightly, looked at Qingqiao and smiled slightly, the corners of her lips were raised, but there were tears in her eyes.Qingqiao pushed her: "What are you doing?"

Wanliu said: "I hope that the fifth son will get married as soon as possible for you, but what should I do if I worry about the fifth son's marriage for you?"

If Yun Ke doesn't get married, Xie's mansion is very disciplined, and Qing Qiao can only keep her job as a girl. Even if everyone knows it well, she won't be able to get promoted.Only after Yun Ke got married could he have the possibility of taking a concubine.However, it is only possible.Mrs. Ruoxin is amazing, but Qingqiao still doesn't know what to do.Even if the new wife is gentle and courteous, like a young mistress, so what about Wanliu?Not a girl in a study.Speaking of which, it is a great thing for the eldest and youngest mistress to have a good time at the door, and to get a man in one fell swoop... At this time, taking a concubine is too outrageous.Wanliu is still hesitating, being on guard over there, being careful with Chen and Dusk—even if she really opens her face and becomes an aunt, can Chen and Duo be careless?Look at the example of the second master here, the third aunt, especially the fifth aunt!

Qingqiao straightened her eyes and said: "It's really a torment without boundaries... You can't see the shore from the left and right, so hold your breath! Let's see who gets past who!"

There was a faint murderous look in the words.

When she said this, a dream flashed back to Qingqiao's eyes——Qingqiao had completely forgotten this dream.Even now she can't remember when she had this dream.But suddenly, the scene in the dream was vividly printed in front of Qingqiao's eyes, as if it had happened in real life.

She boiled the white medicinal powder into the thick black medicinal soup with her own hands: "Are you going to be the Fifth Young Mistress? Come and do it! It's just that the Fifth Young Master doesn't like you! You are weak and need someone to take care of you and coax you, otherwise you will die." Seriously ill? Then be seriously ill! When you die, it is enough to leave the money to the fifth son. You marry me! You die!"

My children died for you.Just die, just die!

Qingqiao has never had such a strong murderous intent, her heart is as calm as a piece of ice, soaked in the thick poisonous ink.It's already settled.So there is no ripple.Even if you lose yourself, you won't hesitate.

Wanliu was startled, and pushed Qingqiao: "What's wrong with you?"

Qingqiao was taken aback for a moment, then came back to her senses.What's up with her?This is bewitched by ghosts!What child?Who is going to marry?She wiped her face: "It's okay. I... have a strange dream. It's nothing more than a dream. "

But when she covered her face with her palms, Qing Qiao saw a pair of hands, bloodless and pale, as weak as ice branches that might break at any time, gripping the window frame tightly, like nails nailed to it, someone wanted to Break it open for me, but I can't even break it.Suddenly there was a scream, as if the heart and lungs were smashed.Blood gushed out like burning plum blossoms.Everything turns black.

This is... Miss Lin?

How could something that never happened be so real.With trembling hands, Qingqiao thought: It's almost July and a half ghost festival.This is unlucky!That girl Luo Yue was right, it's time to burn something to sacrifice!

Second Mrs. Xie was thinking slowly, while slowly saying: "Don't look a little bit small, Lin's girl has a deep heart."

she is a woman.When a woman thinks about something, sometimes just thinking is not enough. She has to speak out to help her think.For women, language is the oil on the machine.

Machines can't refuel by themselves, and women have to find someone to talk to.

Aunt An flicked the lantern at the table, and replied, "Yes, ma'am."

Mrs. Xie Er was greatly encouraged, and said again: "She is so young, what does she know? It must be instigated by the people around her, saying that everyone is after her money, telling her not to talk to anyone."

"Yes, ma'am."

"What's the use of money for a woman, don't you think? You have to have a good husband to rely on."

"Ma'am, yes."

"It's the best of both worlds." Mrs. Xie Er said, her eyebrows and eyes curled up.

Aunt An picked up the silverware to wipe it, and the flannelette rubbed little by little between light and shadow, reflecting the curved and deformed eyelashes.Eyelashes moved: "Yes, ma'am."