The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

Midnight.

The entire Xiangfu fell into a deep sleep, and occasionally one or two chirps of insects could be heard.

Ding Xiang and Lan Ju tremblingly carried joss stick paper money and sacrifices into Chunhui Garden. Chunhui Garden was the place where Fifth Miss Su Qingru lived after she got smallpox, and she died here later.

It is said that when he died, the appearance of his death was horrific. Smallpox was all over his face and body. After a long time of neglect, he turned into sores, and the whole Chunhui Garden exuded a choking stench.

After she died, she was wrapped in a straw mat, and buried in a hole dug at random. The eldest lady also issued a ban, and the fifth young lady was so dirty that no one was allowed to worship her. People will mention her more.

As soon as they walked into Chunhui Garden, the two of them felt a gloomy atmosphere rushing towards their faces, mixed with the rotten smell and my choking musty smell.

"Cough cough cough..." Ding Xiang covered her mouth and coughed.

"Ding Xiang, let's just find a place to burn it, and go back to tell the lady what to do, it's really scary here." Lan Ju covered her heart with her hands, looked around and whispered in a low voice.

"Well, let's burn it behind that rockery, and go back early after the burning is over."

The two of them didn't dare to go any further, so they stopped behind the nearest rockery, took out the incense sticks, paper money and offerings, knelt on the ground and burned them while trembling, and read——

"Fifth Miss, you can go to reincarnation with peace of mind after collecting these things."

"That's right, Fifth Miss, don't come to see Da Furen, Da Furen is not in good health recently..."

While talking, suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the paper money on the ground was blown into the air, and the two of them hurriedly got up to pick it up.

Picking up, Ding Xiang's back suddenly felt a chill, she slowly raised her head, her face turned pale, her hands trembled violently, and the paper money she was holding fell to the ground.

"Lan, Lan Ju..." Her voice trembled, she raised her hand and pointed to the front.

"What's the matter, Ding Xiang?" Lan Ju raised her head and looked blankly in the direction Ding Xiang pointed.

I saw a woman with black hair hanging in front of her, she was wearing a white gauze, floating in the air, her feet were bare, and there was a pool of red blood under her feet, her face did not have smallpox, but her beautiful face was full of tears It's a sad look.

"I died so wrongly, I died so wrongly..." An unwilling voice of accusation came from the air.

"Five, Miss Fifth..."

"Ah, ghosts, there are ghosts!"

The two maids screamed at the same time, they threw away the paper money in their hands, and ran away in a panic, but when they turned around, they found that Su Qingru was still floating behind them, as if he was about to kill him generally.

"Ah, ghosts, ghosts, there are ghosts..."

A terrifying sound resounded in the dark night, alarming the entire Xiangfu.

After a while, many people were awakened and opened the windows. Later, even the window of the old lady was opened, and everyone saw two maids running to the garden, with paper money floating around behind them.

"Hey, isn't this the maid in the lady's room?" Some people noticed.

Bi'er put her ears on the window, and faintly heard the voice shouting "There is a ghost", a bright smile appeared on her face.

Su Yueming was lazily leaning on the low couch, the light of the candle was shining on her cheeks, and the long and narrow eyelashes formed a thick shadow under her eyes. There was a commotion outside, but she seemed like nothing happened Occasionally, he lazily flips through a page of the book of poetry in his hand.