Rebirth of the Poisoned Woman to Goodness

Chapter 166

Feng Junmo sent Huayin to the palace gate all the time. She was wearing Feng Junmo's cloak. When the wind blew by, the sleeves blew, and the large bloodstains on the front were shocking. Feng Junmo closed the cloak for her and noticed her She was trembling, clasping the palms of both hands together, holding her hand, although her brows were still frowning, but with a gentle smile on her face, "Sleep well at night, forget what happened today, and you will get better... definitely."

Hua Yin didn't speak, but bit his lower lip tightly with his upper teeth, blood oozing, he raised his hand to pinch her cheeks, forcing her to let go, Hua Yin's eyes found focus, Feng Jun silently patted Her shoulder, "Go back to your own home tonight, don't think about anything." Yan Bi turned her body and pushed her lightly.

Feng Junmo's relatives accompanied Zhang Da in the carriage and waited for a long time. Hua Yin got into the carriage, but turned to look at him again. Dad is getting angry, maybe he will kill me, I'm afraid I'll have to live in the palace during this time... Don't worry, the emperor's grandmother and emperor's uncle will definitely protect me, but you, Nangong Jin... Remember, remember... ..." After speaking, he pushed her into the car, she staggered and fell into the curtain.

The sound of horseshoes gradually faded away, until it completely disappeared into the night, Feng Junmo turned around and stepped into the palace, suddenly felt that his legs were like lead, and they were so heavy.

Zhang Da was not in a hurry, but drove the carriage very smoothly. Halfway through the journey, suddenly there was a shrill scream from inside the carriage. Her long hair was messy like grass, and she held her face in both hands. Zhang Da thought she was crying, and was about to say a few words of comfort, but saw her eyes peeking out from between her fingers. There were no tears in her eyes, and they seemed empty, but there was a large amount of blood on her chest. It looks like a ghost.Zhang Da was shocked, he felt numb all over, and completely forgot to react.She suddenly leaned forward and rushed towards him, her five fingers were like eagle hooks, she clasped his trousers, and she murmured in a low voice, "I'm so ruthless, I'm so ruthless, I can't do anything..." All Zhang Da thought in his heart was Running for his life, he kicked her hard in the face, pulled his foot back, and rolled down from the carriage. The carriage and horses ignored it, and only screamed "Ghost..." while running wildly.

After this ruthless kick, half of Hua Yin's face turned blue, and the corners of her nostrils and mouth were bleeding, but at least she regained consciousness, and her mind could finally think about things. The matter has come to this point, it is useless to be sad and blame yourself. Countermeasures.Now that the prime minister died, Nangong Jin would hate Feng Junmo to the bone. She had already lost sight of one person, and she was determined not to let another one kill innocent people indiscriminately.

The carriage drove all the way, and when it arrived at the gate of Xiangfu, the sky was slightly white, and the whole Xiangfu was also wrapped in white curtains, the glaring white, which almost blended with the whiteness between the sky and the earth, she untied the cloak, folded it carefully Putting it in the car, she took off the blood-stained moon-white outer shirt and held it in a ball in her hands before jumping out of the car. The messy hair that was originally pulled by her had already been combed by her hands. There was deep snow on the edge, she bent down and covered her face with a handful of snow and rubbed it hard, then threw away the outer shirt, and then walked quickly to the gate of Xiangfu.

Just knocked on the door, and someone inside replied, "Come back at dawn, the master's family is very sad, and I don't see any guests to express condolences. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Hua Yin leaned against the door and said softly: "Old man, It's me, Hua Qian." With a click of the door bolt, the door of the mansion opened a crack, and the old man who guarded the door was stunned before he said, "Doctor Hua, you are back," and he pointed to the mansion without saying a word. , Tears flowed down again.Hua Yin nodded, and just about to go in, she saw a maid in the shabby mansion who was cutting white cloth, so she walked straight over, the maid saw her, hurriedly brought a piece of linen, and was about to tie it around her waist, Hua Yin was already Weeping, she said: "The prime minister used to treat me like a child, but now that he is gone, can't I wear sackcloth and mourning for him?" Going forward to pull the linen cloth for her to dress up as a filial son, he said repeatedly: "I want it, I want it."

Hua Yin was dressed properly, and then walked towards the mourning hall step by step. When she saw the word "Dian" in Dou Da from a distance, she felt a heart-breaking pain. She couldn't help but stop and took a few deep breaths to keep herself from falling down.Karasuma sat on the ridge to the west, the snow was thick on his body, he was as silent as a sculpture, when he saw Hana Yin approaching, only his eyeballs moved, but the rest didn't respond.

There was an ever-burning lamp on the altar table in the mourning hall, and there was a servant next to him who would add a little sesame oil after a while. Huayin looked around but didn't see anyone else, she was puzzled, and then looked at the servant again. The servant looked timid, Quietly pointing to behind the white curtain of the mourning hall.Huayin understood, and stepped forward.

Even though Hua Yin had prepared her heart before, she was still shocked at this moment. The prime minister hadn't entered the coffin yet, and he was only sleeping on the coffin, covered with a brocade quilt. Leaning against the bed, one hand held the prime minister's wrist which was already stiff as a claw.

"Get out," his voice was very soft, weak, but cold.

Hua Yin couldn't help but hugged her own arm, still approached, and sighed softly, "Brother..."

Nangong Jin didn't respond.

She stepped forward, knelt by his side, and slowly touched his other hand hanging by his side. It was as cold as she thought it would be.

"Brother..." She murmured, but she held his hand tightly, moved a little closer to his side, slowly, tentatively, and carefully embraced him from his side and waist.

If there is anything else she can do for him now...

Not a moment later, footsteps sounded behind him again, Hua Yin didn't move, but turned her head.

Sister Lan Zhu looked sad, seeing Hua Yin, she only waved slightly to her.

Huayin understood, let go of her hand slowly, tried not to make a sound, and followed Lanzhu out.

The two left the mourning hall, walked along the corridor, and when they reached the corner, Lanzhu let go of her voice and cried a few times. Huayin couldn't help but burst into tears. Lanzhu thought it was not the time to cry, so she reluctantly stopped Tears, and said: "You are here, it's good. I can take care of one end, but I can't take care of the other end. My wife was too sad and passed out before, so I waited for her to rest. I heard that you are back, so I hurried to find you. Qianqian My son, the child has not cried since the prime minister was sent back last night. He just guards the master like this, and he is not allowed to be put into the coffin or put on filial piety. You can see that the sky is almost dawn, and the mourners Come on, what should we do when we see this scene. My wife and I have persuaded and persuaded, scolded and scolded, look at that... look at that..."

With tears in her eyes, Hua Yin held Lan Zhu's hand, her throat was choked and unable to speak, she just nodded emphatically.It was only then that Lan Zhu noticed the wound on Hua Yin's face, and pointed suspiciously, "You are..." Hua Yin waved his hand, "I fell, it's okay." Lan Zhu nodded, no more words, and the two returned Going back again, before approaching, I suddenly heard someone crying hoarsely, "You unfilial son... unfilial son... I will kill you unfilial son..." A servant repeatedly exclaimed "madam".Both of them were shocked, and they ran quickly. The originally quiet mourning hall was already in a mess, and the maids and servants did not dare to approach. Behind the white curtain, Nangong Jin held a crutch the size of a child's arm in his hand, He hit Nangong Jin hard on the back.

"Ma'am..." Lan Zhu exclaimed, and rushed to hug Nangong Jin.

Panting heavily, Nangong Jin was so angry that his crutch hit the ground and made a loud noise, "Who dares to stop me! This unfilial son, he dares to stop his father from going into the coffin, good, good, he won't let it go!" His father is buried in peace, I will kill him today and let him go down to accompany his father! His father's death is so unclear, he..." After saying the last word, she stopped abruptly, with hatred in her eyes, He raised his crutch again and hit Nangong Jin heavily.

Hua Yin only saw Nangong Jin leaning forward, but still not moving, his face was hidden in the shadows and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Although Lan Zhu tried her best to stop her, she was a slave after all, not a real family member, so she didn't dare to take off the crutches, she just cried loudly, "Madam, please be considerate to the young master..."

"I understand him! This kind of half-dead look! Our family doesn't need such a bastard..." Nangong Jin raised his stick bitterly, and hit him hard again.

But hearing someone cry out in pain, Nangong Jin was startled and stopped moving. It turned out that just now Huayin saw that Nangong Jin was about to hit again, so she rushed to Nangong Jin.

Everyone was dumbfounded, Hua Yin turned around reluctantly, the blow just now was so severe, it almost broke her bones, "Auntie, give me a little time, let me persuade elder brother alone."

Nangong Jin glanced at Hua Yin helplessly and sadly, nodded, and said, "It's almost dawn." After speaking, his body softened, and he walked out of the mourning hall supported by Lan Zhu and others.

When the first ray of sunlight from the sky entered the prime minister's mansion, the prime minister had already retracted into the coffin, and Nangong Jin also knelt in front of the mourning hall in sackcloth and filial piety.Some officials who came early in the morning were invited to rest in the side hall. The housekeeper explained: "The mistress is too sad, don't let her restrain herself, you need to wait a while." He expressed his understanding and waited quietly in the side hall.

Welcoming and sending off, everything needs to be taken care of, Nangong mother and son can't count on it, Lanzhu can't do it alone, and Huayin can only take care of the rest. Big changes, but also not to mess up the rules, cheating and playing tricks.What's more, she has been in the prime minister's mansion for a long time, and all the servants in the mansion are willing to listen to her orders. In this way, everything is in order in a day, although there are occasional inconsistencies, but there is no chaos.In the evening, after seeing off the guests, Hua Yin hurried into the mourning hall to accompany Nangong Jin and his filial son to guard the spirit.

(End of this chapter)