Bai Yuegang of Prince Ning's Mansion

Madam got up and called out "Master Xiang."

Prime Minister Right stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn his head. He didn't dare to look at his wife's tearful face.

His heart is also fleshy. To give up a daughter in exchange for the stability of the family will hurt his heart.

But he had to make such a decision.

Madam softened her tone: "Now that the dust has settled, what I say will only annoy you. I want to visit my daughter so that her death will not be so miserable. You give me three days, and I want to be decent." Send her away. It can also save some messy rumors outside, so that our house is not so ugly. "

The prime minister on the right didn't agree, he lifted his foot and walked out, put his hand on the door bolt, and said something helplessly.

"what ever."

After Prime Minister Right left, Madam seemed to have drained all her strength, her expression sank, and her eyes were full of despair.

She didn't expect Prime Minister You to be so unfeeling and to treat her own daughter so relentlessly.

Raising his hand to touch the secret medicine in his purse, he got up firmly and walked out.

Holding the lantern in one hand and supporting his wife in the other, Momo walked towards Rongniang's yard with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

No one cleaned it for several days, and when the night wind blew, the dead branches and rotten leaves rustled.

The courtyard was not lit, and the room was pitch-black, as cold as an ice cellar, and there was no sense of human life.

The madam suppressed the sobs in her throat, and hurried to Rongniang's bedside.

With trembling hands, he went to detect Rongniang's breath, which was so weak that it was almost impossible to detect.

The body temperature is so low that it doesn't look like a living person.

Even though he was already prepared in his heart, seeing such a daughter, he still couldn't help the fear and sadness in his heart.

He couldn't stop rubbing Rongniang's face, but he couldn't get any response.

Sobbing softly, he said, "It's Aniang who hurt you, it's Aniang who hurt you."

He just lay down beside Rongniang in his clothes, hugged her lightly, and slept all night.

Before dawn, Rong Niang beside her started to move. Her body temperature was still very low. Although she woke up, she was unable to move or speak.

Madam hugged Rongniang distressedly, and whispered in her ear.

"Good girl, Auntie won't just let you die. The clan just wants an explanation, so let's give him an explanation. Bear with it, it will pass, don't be afraid, Auntie will always be with you of."

Mother Rong couldn't speak, she couldn't move, she let her hold her, with tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

Madam took out the secret medicine given by Song Shimiao and fed it to Niang Rong.

Half an hour later, Rong Niang was completely out of breath, her body was stiff, and there was no trace of warmth.

Although she knew that this was just a trick to deceive people, Madam still felt sad and couldn't help crying.

He ordered his personal servant to prepare for the funeral, and hugged Rongniang tightly and refused to let go.

When the right minister heard the news, the government doctor had already experienced the corpse.

The old lady who was invited to deal with the funeral stood in a row outside the house.

Madam does not allow anyone to touch her daughter's body, scrub, change clothes, and encoffin, all by herself and Momo, who is close to her.

Prime Minister Right didn't dare to step into Rongniang's house, he felt reluctance and guilt, his conscience ached, and he was ashamed to see Rongniang for the last time.

Standing in front of Rongniang's room, it looks like a piece of waste paper that has been crumpled.

A gust of cold wind blew, scratching at his body and mind like a blunt knife.

Not daring to listen to the sobs of his wife in the room anymore, he raised his head high, forcing back the tears that almost fell from his eyes.

He turned around and staggered away.

Although Rong Niang is the daughter of the right minister's mansion, she is a junior after all.

The mourning hall was set up in her yard, and the mourning hall stayed for three days for relatives and friends "before her death" to come to say goodbye and mourn.

As soon as this matter came out, the noble ladies in the capital city did not believe it was true.

She had just passed her 16th birthday, how could she just disappear like this.

Until they saw Rong Niang lying in the coffin, some people still didn't want to believe it was real.

Ruixue went to visit Rongniang on the third night, and when she entered the mourning hall, it was already completely dark outside.

A few little girls knelt on the futon beside them and dozed off. Seeing a guest coming, they perked up and handed incense candles to those who came to express their condolences.

Ruixue took the joss stick, a little at a loss.

She knew that Rongniang was not dead, but she didn't want to worship a living person, and she was hesitating with a joss stick in her hand.

Mrs. Right came hurriedly with a haggard face.

She stepped forward and grabbed Ruixue's hand, and said excitedly.

"Wanwan, you are Rongniang's best friend, come and see her."

As he spoke, he dragged Ruixue to the coffin.

Meme, who followed, waved to the little girls kneeling in a row.

"Okay, okay, let's all go down and rest, it's already this hour, and there probably won't be any more guests."

After the room was quiet, Momo quietly retreated out and closed the door.

Ruixue walked to the coffin, reached out to check Rongniang's breath, and tested her body temperature.

He whispered to Mrs. Right, "It's such a symptom. After I take her back, it will be fine after a day or two."

Madam wiped her tears and stretched out her hand to straighten the broken hair on Rongniang's forehead.

"Please, I won't say thank you. In the future, whenever there is anything I can help, Princess Ning just asks."

Rui Xue shook her head: "Madam, there is no need to be like this. I am a friend of Rongniang, and helping her is not a thank you."

"By the way, we've found someone to replace her. We have to make a full set of the play. It's best not to leave the coffin empty."

The madam sighed softly: "Well, let her close girl go, I was so angry that day, my heart was full of phlegm, and the attack was not serious, I killed a life, I feel very guilty, I'm sorry for that girl. "

"I wanted to bury her in a good life. After all, the two of them grew up together, so let's take this opportunity and let her go as the daughter of the Xiangfu."

Ruixue let out a light breath, you still have some conscience, you know how guilty you are.

Madam dragged Ruixue around behind the screen.

A cold body stopped there, in front of and behind Rongniang's coffin, and the clothes and jewelry were the same as Rongniang's.

Fortunately, it is winter now, and the little girl's body is still well preserved.

"She and Rong Niang have received the same incense, after all, I am sorry for her."

Then he knelt down, muttering words, begging her forgiveness.

After tidying up, I said to Ruixue: "At first I didn't think there was anything wrong with beating her to death. After all, she was a slave and didn't take good care of her master. She should be punished like this. But when I knew that Rongniang's life was not guaranteed, , I realized how wrong I was."

"Whether it is a master or a slave, there is only one life. In the face of life and death, there is no distinction between high and low."

Ruixue complained in her heart, even if you still have some conscience, you didn't realize it until you lived to this age, I don't know if it's a bit late.