Rebirth of the Hidden World's Only Daughter

Chapter 304 Ghost String
Xiaohong sobbed and answered, moved a stool and quietly guarded the door, until the sun was sinking, the evening light filled the whole room, and the shadows under the sprouting trees gradually disappeared, then she quietly opened the door, and walked lightly Two candles were lit.

The galaxy was dark, the moon was dark, the two candles were lit up, but added some silhouettes, Jingxiang still sat on the ground, so quiet that no breath could be heard, her face was buried in the darkness, Xiao Hong couldn't distinguish her pain at this moment, she just thought she was still sad for the dead prince, and worriedly called her a few times, trying to persuade her, but she didn't respond, and didn't dare to bother her anymore. She had no choice but to close the door and go out.

Xiaohong came out of the room, thinking of Jingxiang's lost appearance, she couldn't help but blushed again, she sat down gently by the door, and then pulled up her sleeves to wipe her eyes, there was obviously movement in the room, her movement of wiping tears stopped suddenly He stayed, got up immediately, and the door had been pushed open.

When Xiaohong saw Jingxiang open the door, she raised joy on her face, but when she saw her indifference, she became nervous again: "Sister, you, what's wrong with you? Are you hungry? I, I'll take it right away." Eat to go..."

"No need!" She raised her head slightly, the moonlight was only piercing through the dark clouds in the bright night sky, she looked at it with a vacant expression, and said lightly: "Xiaohong, it's dark in the room, bring me some more lights!"

"Light?" Xiaohong looked at the room, thought for a while before nodding her head: "Okay, I'll go right away! It's windy outside, sister, go inside and wait!"

She turned around lightly, Xiaohong closed the door, looked again, gritted her teeth, ran away in a hurry, and took the lamp after a while.

When entering the room, Jing Xiang was sitting at the desk, concentrating on writing and ink. Xiao Hong lit up the lamp, placed it lightly beside the desk, and took a look at it. Unfortunately, she was illiterate and couldn't see what was happening. That's why when I came here, I looked at Jingxiang's serious face again, and I didn't dare to disturb her casually, just thinking that she was venting through pen and ink, and using such a method to dissipate her grief and anger.

Xiaohong came in quietly, went out again quietly, and then guarded outside the door quietly.

The candles in the room were brightly lit, illuminating every silhouette in every corner. Jingxiang in front of the desk was in the same posture, not moving a bit. She was writing in a hurry, one after another, without knowing it. Suddenly, the entire desk was covered with ink paper, and the night wind blew lightly, and the white paper was flying all over the place. Suddenly, there was a "pop", and the surrounding lights went out, and the whole person was plunged into darkness.

Jingxiang's body was stiff and straight, the pen in her hand slipped slowly, her feet were soft, and she crawled into the corner, trembling uncontrollably, she covered her ears with her hands and dared not let go, but her voice became louder and louder. The closer she got, the closer it was, the clearer it was, the fear gradually filled her pupils, and when she closed her eyes, the red silk falling in the daytime was like a pool of blood, accompanied by the sound of footsteps. Come over.

"Xiaohong, Xiaohong, Xiaohong..."

She couldn't move, she just shouted Xiaohong's name desperately, and besides the footsteps, there was deathly silence around her.

One, two, three...

The sound of footsteps finally stopped, and Jingxiang was trembling with shock, covering her ears tightly with her hands, and desperately burrowed into the corner: "Don't come, don't come, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it..."

"You...didn't do it on purpose?"

Laughter resounded in the darkness, with such casual sarcasm, someone stroked her black hair, her fingertips were faintly cold: "Look at you, why are you so scared? I didn't come here to kill you, what are you afraid of? "

Jingxiang was shocked all over, and suddenly raised her eyes, that was very familiar, she opened her lips slightly: "Why...it could be you?"

The man knelt down slowly in front of her, the moonlight outside the window was hitting her face, the black veil covered her face, her seductive phoenix eyes had a meaningful smile: "Of course it's me, otherwise, who do you think, The dead Wang Kaicheng?"

Jingxiang's eyes flickered, and she suppressed the panic in her heart: "I don't know what you're talking about, you're not welcome here, you get out, or else..."

"Or else?" She sneered, with a hint of meaning: "otherwise, how about? Invite young master Mu here to see how pitiful you are? Or look at the Buddhist scriptures on your table? Or learn from you That murderous charm!"

"Shut up!" Jing Xiang became furious, and angrily reprimanded: "Stop talking nonsense here, there is no proof, do you think they will believe what you say?"

"Believe it or not, it's not certain, but you and I know the truth!" She reached out and touched a small scar on her face: "It's a good saying, there is no impenetrable wall in the world. Otherwise, I wouldn't have seen that scene that day..."

Jingxiang's face froze: "What do you think?"

She looked at her, raised her eyebrows slightly, and helped her stand up slowly, with a smile still in her eyes: "I want to help you, otherwise, I would not save you either! You have suffered such a great grievance, and it was hard for you to do it." When I go back to Mu's house, if I don't ask for something for myself, how can I be worthy of myself?"

"I said that a woman's fate is in her own hands. If you want to get justice for yourself, you must be ruthless. Otherwise, you will have to get out of the Mu family sooner or later... You are a smart person and know what to do !"

Jingxiang raised her eyes in a daze, she smiled deeply, turned around, her robes were graceful.

At night, Jing's posthumous title was deep, and there was a "pop" sound from the door and window. Jingxiang was startled, and the room was already brightly lit. She looked at the Buddhist scriptures on the ground, frowning deeply, and overturned the water in the washbasin. , Put the Buddhist scriptures from that place into a basin and burn them to ashes.

All of this, falling into the eyes of others, is nothing but indifferent ridicule.

Under the moon, there is a melodious qin sound, a graceful figure, whether the fingertips are intentional or not, the strings are low and deep, behind him is a seemingly endless lake, reflecting the bright moonlight, plain and beautiful. It was deep, just like his eyes, and the silence around him seemed to be caused by him. He didn't stop the movement of his hands until the oars broke through the water, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. dock.

"It's so late, mother is not resting in the room, why are you here?"

"Of course I came to see my precious son!" Concubine Zhang Guifei was supported ashore by her maidservants. No, walked around from behind him to the front, sat down slowly, his eyes swept over him, and a trace of pity flashed: "Fu'er, I haven't seen you for a few days, why have you lost weight? Is there something uncomfortable? Come on, mother Look!" As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, intending to caress his face, but he dodged it without showing a trace.

Holding the teacup, he put it close to the tip of his nose: "Mother is too careful, my son is fine!"

She didn't get angry, but turned into a smile, put her hand back, stroked her temples and shook her head: "Since you are in good health, mother can rest assured, mother came here today, in fact, she just wanted to tell you good news!"

(End of this chapter)