Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

"This is the other courtyard of Murong's family. As for the 'Miss' in the old slave's mouth..." Rujin pursed her lips, and there was pain and longing in her eyes: "Young lady wants to know who my young lady is." , please follow the old slave." Before Qing Yun could say anything, she turned and walked to the right side of the hall.

Putting down the teacup in her hand, staring at Rujin's back, Qingyun frowned.

Although she didn't understand why Rujin told her these secrets so easily, she was keenly aware that there was resentment hidden in Rujin's seemingly respect for that person.

As the saying goes, the enemy of an enemy is a friend, and perhaps you will get unexpected gains from Rujin.

The most important thing is that she is very curious about the young lady in Rujin's mouth, and she has an inexplicable emotion, as if she cannot break away from the fetters.

Standing up slowly, arranging the lavender dress that seemed to be tailor-made, Qingyun's eyes flashed an obscure sharpness, and followed Rujin's pace.

Lightly hanging the curtain on the hook on the wall next to it, a locked door showed Qingyun's eyes, and she couldn't help frowning.

And Rujin took out a key from the skirt and unlocked it, then pushed open the closed door and walked in.

In the eyes, two old but smooth and clean bookshelves are lined up side by side. Many books are neatly placed on the bookshelves. On a large desk in front of the bookshelves, there are four treasures of the study and a stack of Chengxintang papers and inkstones in an orderly manner. The ink in the room has long since dried up, obviously it has not been used for a long time. There is a rosewood chair between the bookshelf and the desk. There are several beautifully framed landscape paintings on the wall in the room. Although they are a little faded, they are still clean and clean. Almost spotless, a dark light flashed in Qingyun's eyes, and she walked to the bookshelf, looking at the collection of astronomy, geography, humanities and customs, and miscellaneous records of history. . . . . .He sighed secretly in his heart: It seems that this master is very knowledgeable.

Ru Jin, who had already opened a small door in the study room, saw that Qingyun did not follow, but stopped in front of the bookshelf. The look of browsing the books, the graceful silhouette, against the afterglow of the setting sun that came in through the open window, It looks like a dream, but also elegant and windy.

Rujin couldn't help flashing the image of the past. She still remembers that time, the young lady stood in front of the bookshelf and read the books intently. . . . . .

The room was so quiet that she couldn't even feel a breath. Qingyun's thoughts moved, she looked slightly sideways, and saw Rujin's expression was in a trance, as if she was thinking about something, and her delicate face was filled with longing and pain, so she asked softly : "Rujin, don't you want to take me to meet your young lady? Where is she?"

Qingrun's curious voice came to his ears, and Rujin suddenly came back to his senses, and the strange look on his face disappeared, replaced by a calm and gentle expression, with a faint trace of complicated emotions: "Lao Nu's lady is here, the girl came in for a while. Just look at it." He stretched out his hand and pushed open the closed door.

Qingyun didn't think much, and slowly moved past Rujin who was standing by the small door, and slowly entered the room.

Through a small window on the wall, one can see that in the middle of the hut that can accommodate only six or seven people, there are four spiritual tablets placed on a wooden table. On the central one, it is written "Test Murong Zhenhua's spiritual tablet first", and on the right one It says 'The Spiritual Tablet of My First Concubine Murong Yue's Shuhui', the one on the left says 'The Spiritual Tablet of My Xianxian Wife Murong Gu's Qinglian', and the other is blank. Three portraits of a man and two women hang on the wall.

The woman in the portrait picture on the far side has her soft and bright hair tied into a wishful bun, and a pearl-encrusted jasper stepper is inserted obliquely in her hair. And Handan, with unpainted but horizontal green eyebrows, a pair of clear and peaceful eyes, wearing a lavender dress, looks elegant and gentle. Even though the picture scroll is old, it can still be seen how glamorous the woman was when she was young.

Staring deeply at that peerless beauty, Qingyun's expression moved, her dark eyes were as calm as water, and an indescribable ripple floated in her heart for no reason.

She had seen the only portrait of her late mother that was kept in the secret room of Mingde Palace by her father. Her father said that although she had inherited all the advantages of her late mother, her appearance was only six or seven times like that of her late mother.

And the woman in the portrait in front of her looks so similar to her first mother. To be precise, her appearance is even more similar to the woman in the picture, even the dimples on her cheeks are exactly the same.

Slowly stepped forward, reached out and caressed the outline of the woman in the picture, Qingyun's eyes were misty and deep, her lips moved slightly, her voice was hoarse and ethereal: "Murong Gu's Qinglian, Murong Gu's Qinglian, hehe Haha...so that's how it is! that's how it is!" Two lines of tears ran across his cheeks quietly.

Seeing the light clouds of melancholy suddenly lingering all over her body, Rujin's complexion changed slightly, doubts and deep eyes flashed in her eyes: "What's wrong, girl?"

"I'm fine." Hearing Rujin's question, Qingyun hurriedly suppressed her disturbed and sad emotions, took out a silk handkerchief and quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, pretending to be calm and said: "The woman in this picture is your young lady?"

Picking up the incense on the table and lighting it, then handing it to Qingyun, Rujin took a step back, then nodded lightly: "Yes!"

After receiving the incense from Rujin, Qingyun knelt on the futon beside the table, kowtowed three times respectfully, then inserted the incense into the ashes altar on the table with her own hands, walked slowly to the portrait, stared at the The woman said softly: "Rujin, how long has your young lady been dead?"

"It's been more than 30 years." Rujin's deep voice clearly showed longing and grief.

"How did your young lady die?"

This sentence deeply touched Rujin's heartstrings, and suddenly she knelt heavily on the futon facing the spiritual tablet, crying in a low voice, which broke her heart.

It was a long time later that Rujin stopped crying, and told Qingyun about her young lady's short life with sobs. When she talked about her young lady's murder, she became even more angry and resentful, and even gritted her teeth, as if she wanted to swallow the thief alive.

"I want to be alone for a while, you go out first." Although Rujin concealed it very well, Qingyun still keenly heard the hidden intentions in her words, she couldn't help frowning, and a gloomy look flashed across her eyes Dark glow.

Rujin wanted to say something, but seeing Qingyun waved his hand impatiently, she swallowed her words, stood up slowly, took a deep look at Qingyun's proud and clear back, and left with her head bowed out of the hut and closed the door.

Staring deeply at the woman in the picture, Qingyun murmured: "Rujin wants to use my hand to get rid of that person, do you want the same?"

Rujin, who exited the hut, no longer had the look of grief just now, but instead had deep-seated resentment and sternness, with complacency and calculation in her eyes.

"Why are you doing this?"

A deep voice suddenly sounded, startled Rujin immediately, turned around, saw the middle-aged man standing at the door of the study, couldn't help but his face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Damn him!"

The man sighed: "He has grieved and regretted for so many years, why are you so obsessed?"

"What's the use of grief and remorse? Can it make my wife come back to life?" Ru Jintong's eyes darkened, and the volcanic storm that had been suppressed for many years seemed to overflow the sea at once, and a bone-chilling hostility burst out from his body: "And miss, The poor lady was born just over a month ago... If it wasn't for him, the lady would not have died tragically! If it weren't for him, the lady would not be alive or dead today! Do you think he deserves to die? Unfortunately, after so many years, I I can't kill him, I can't avenge Madam and Miss, I am incompetent, I am sorry for Madam and Miss!"

Thinking of the gentle and virtuous lady who died innocently and tragically, as well as the well-behaved and lovely lady, the man's eyes darkened, his still handsome face was full of sadness: "How can you be sure that girl can avenge the lady and lady?"

"Instinct!" Seeing the suspicious look on the man's face, Rujin said mysteriously in a low voice: "Don't you think this girl is very similar to Madam?"

"what do you mean......"

"The first time I saw this girl, I felt inexplicably kind, especially her temperament is elegant and Qinghua, and she is still calm and calm in the face of such a situation. When I see her, I always feel like seeing my wife. Most importantly, she is The first and only person that the master brought to the other courtyard shows that she has an extraordinary relationship with the master, and I am sure that she is definitely not an ordinary person."

"Even so, she is just a weak woman with no strength to restrain a chicken. How could she kill him? Don't forget, he is very strong in martial arts."

"You are thinking too simply. Since this girl is not an ordinary person, then her identity must be extraordinary. In order to cultivate her calm and calm aura, there is naturally a powerful force behind her. She must have a way to kill her." Him!" Rujin Qingxiu's face was full of ruthlessness: "Even if this girl can't kill him in the end, there is no loss for us, is there?"

The man pondered for a moment and nodded: "But you still have to be cautious, lest he notice the clues, and the consequences can be imagined then."

"So what if he senses it? Can he kill me?" Rujin was obviously confident.

Seeing that Rujin was obsessed with the excitement of avenging his wife and young lady, the man opened his mouth to say something, but finally turned into a sigh.

The sound of footsteps outside the house gradually receded, and Qingyun, who could hear the conversation between the two clearly, gradually formed a layer of mist in his dark pupils, like a pool of unfathomable lake water, deep and mysterious. A secretive sneer.

It was three o'clock at night, and a round moon hung high in the dark sky, and there were only a few candles flickering in the huge courtyard, reflecting the full moon and a few twinkling stars in the night sky.

After taking the coat off the hanger, Qingyun took a look at Rujin who was breathing evenly and sleeping peacefully on the soft couch, walked out of the room lightly, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and was filled with melancholy, which was suddenly blown by the night wind. The strong aroma of wine came, mellow and spicy, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.