Wei Shu

Chapter 83
After about five breaths, Alan returned to the cave with a bloody smell.

His robes were very clean, except for some wet mud on the soles of his boots, there was not even a blood spot on his body.

But Hua really knew that he killed someone.

"It's Mu Na Hei Tai." Alan pressed both sides of the sword hilts with both hands, no emotion could be seen on his dead face: "It's already been disposed of."

Hua really let out a sigh of relief.

Ever since she heard the word "Muna Hei Tai", her heart fell back into her stomach, and when she heard that the disposal was over, she wanted to smile as usual and praise her guards a few more words .

However, when she turned her eyes slightly, she inadvertently glanced at the envelope in her hand, so the smile that hadn't reached her eyes completely froze in an instant:

"Damn it! Damn it!" She frowned tightly, with an unconcealable hatred between her brows and eyes: "Mu Na Hei Tai really deserves to die! Everyone deserves to die!"

Her voice was low and thick, as if using a hammer to tamp down the disgust and resentment in the words one by one.While cursing in a low voice, she lovingly unfolded and smoothed the letter paper, trying to restore it to its original state.

However, the flower paper and the envelope are both Xinli hard paper that has been starched several times. After rubbing and stroking the paper, there are obvious creases on the paper, and gray-white glue is exposed in some places. Dirty, no longer the gorgeous and dazzling appearance before.

The expression on Huazhen's face changed from gloomy to ferocious, and then from ferocious to calm.

"Damn it!" She cursed at the end, raised her hand and threw the letter paper at Alan's hand, and the two smiles on the corners of her lips straightened, which made her face look different from the usual gloomy:
"Wait a minute, go and chop that munaheitai into meat... No, no meat, chop it into pieces for me to make broth, then feed it to those munaheitai, and then tell them it's theirs The meat of the same kind, whoever eats more will get the reward."

Alan still didn't say anything, just quietly put away the letter, and turned his head to look out of the cave.

The rain is getting weaker and the wind has become milder, but the sky is still gloomy. It seems that the rain may last for a long time.

"Go back." Hua Zhen also noticed the sky outside.Xu felt that it had been a long time since he left Baihuayuan, so he said something in a low voice, and walked out.

Alan was tall and had long legs, and he got in front of her with just one step, took up the oil umbrella that was lying aside, and opened it on top of her head first.

In the slanting wind and drizzle, the slender man in black accompanied the girl in the light yellow spring shirt, holding an oil umbrella, walking slowly side by side.There are spring grasses all around, and the branches are dotted with new green. At the end is a picture of appreciating spring.

However, more than ten steps outside the cave, a corpse with its head and body separated fell on the ground, abruptly ruining the picturesque scenery.

The wind gently rolled up the rain, and threw it on the head that had been cut off by a sword. The white hair was already soaked by the rain, and it was tightly stuck to the cheek, so the face of the corpse could not be seen clearly. Only the bloody water can be seen spreading towards the surroundings like a meandering river, and the mottled bright red is all over the mud path.

Huazhen lifted the hem of her skirt, stood on tiptoe, and carefully stepped over those wet red spots on the ground.Somehow, the mood seemed to get better again.

She bent her eyes towards the blood-red ground, stepped on her clogs lightly, opened her lips, and sang the most popular song at the moment in harmony with the sound of rain and the clogs' trampling sound:

"Spring is good, swings are lazy, and the ground is full of red and no one cares..."

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The peach blossoms are about to open.

Even in the northern country, which is far away from the south of the Yangtze River, spring usually comes later than other places, and the peach blossoms will eventually bloom.

With the gradually gentle wind and the increasingly clear sky, the freshness that has been buried for a whole winter will finally bloom.

Time changes, just like when flowers bloom, some people are gone.

Wei Shu never found Nanny Zhu's body.

The only thing she can be sure of is that Nanny Zhu is dead.

That thin figure standing quietly in the dusk and waving to her is Wei Shu's last memory of her.

She knew that this white-haired old woman must be somewhere in Zuo Shuai's mansion: underground, at the bottom of the well, deep in the pond.That thin and old body must be curled up coldly in these unknown places, decomposing and weathering alone until it melts into the dust.

No one knows how Bamboo Nanny died.

She just disappeared out of nowhere.Just like the countless slaves who disappeared in Baishuang City.

The death of a Mu Na Hei Tai is no more important than the death of a dog.The prosperity, liveliness and joy of Baishuang City will never be affected by the death of a few Song people.

The rainy season is over, spring is warm and flowers are blooming.

In the garden of Balan’s house, the peach blossoms are already full of flower buds, and the noble ladies are in groups of three or four, dressed in brocades. The colorful dresses are more beautiful than the peach blossoms, and the precious incense dyes the spring breeze even more. Want to get drunk.

Amidst all the beautiful fragrances, the blue moon gauze skirt on Hua Zhen's body was like a drop of water in the lake, disappearing from the crowd.

In fact, occasionally someone looked at it wrongly and felt that the blue of the body was somewhat similar to the blue dress of the maidservants in various prefectures.

Therefore, from the beginning of the banquet, those eyes with various meanings swept towards Huazhen from time to time, and the light laughter of the girls was occasionally heard, and every time Huazhen looked back, the smile , The ladies watching either turned their eyes away as if nothing had happened, or smiled back seemingly friendly, as if those whispers and silent ridicules were all just an illusion.

Even if that can't be an illusion.

Such eyes, discussions, and that kind of silent but pervasive sideways glance have almost run through Huazhen's not long life, and now it's just a change of place and some characters, the little things inside, Nothing changed.

She has long been used to this, and on the surface, she is also calm.

Naturally, people with good eyesight can still see that the blue gauze skirt on Huazhen's body is as light as floating clouds, like a tear falling from the sky, and the embroidery on it is more delicate and elegant, far from being comparable to the attire of the maids.

But even so, Huazhen at the outing banquet was once again surrounded by a faint cold because of this outfit.

Compared with the brocade and white butterfly skirt written by the fifth daughter of the Baran family, Muer Balan, and the 1000 taels of crocodile tulle shirt written by Pearl Fulun, the daughter of the wolf-headed upstart Nadan family, He is still a bumpkin with shallow background and simple clothes.

Even if her father and brother are in charge of half of the frontier army, even if half of the power in Baishuang City is in Mangtai's hands, the Dan family is still an existence that can't hold chopsticks among the nobles.

This is the difference between the upstarts and the established nobles.

Huazhen stood under a magnolia tree, the coldness in her eyes was like a sword, she was slashing towards the reckless east wind, but the smile on her lips was still as sweet as usual.

(End of this chapter)