after marrying stepbrother

Chapter 678 Dolls
Chapter 678 Dolls
Qing Xing finished writing a letter, put it on the table to dry, and said: "Madam Qi is not from the capital, she came to Beijing with her family back then, and used to live in a courtyard outside the city."

Later, that place was bought by Zuodu Yushi, the husband of the Zhuang family. He would paint in the yard whenever he had free time, regardless of the weather.

For 20 years, nothing has changed.

Mrs. Zhuang thought that if she planned to kill Mrs. Qi, her man would fall in love with her, and he took it for granted.

"Will the poisonous woman break down when she learns the truth?"

Lin Yuesha felt refreshed for no reason, and complained for Mrs. Qi in her heart.

Now it's all right, what Zhuang asked for and got, all came to naught, and her persistence for many years was in vain, which is still a big joke.

Really crushing Zhuang's psychology, Zhuang is not far from madness.

However, after killing so many people, the Zhuang family has pretended to be safe until now, which shows his psychological quality.

There was a sentence that the eldest son said that made her feel happy. It is obvious that the man of the Zhuang family loves Mrs. Qi, so why didn't the Zhuang family take out his man's heart.

"Miss, you are really jealous."

Qing Xing finished writing one by one, put the letter paper on the fire to bake, and wiped some materials that Lin Yuesha couldn't understand. Repeatedly, the letter paper really turned yellow, and the ink was a little faded.

The fake seal made by Lin Yuesha is enough to confuse the real one.

"Miss, it's getting late. Mrs. Zhuang will definitely check it out when she comes back. This servant has to send the letter back first."

The envelope is still from the same year, if the small details are done well, it will not be discovered.

"Qing Xing, wait a moment."

Lin Yuesha always felt that something was not done well, she lowered her head and pondered for a moment and said, "Although you made the letter paper old, there is one thing missing."

"what?"

Qing Xing compared each piece of letter paper, and if there were discrepancies in the handwriting before, she re-wrote it to ensure that it was exactly the same.

With a few sheets of letter paper spread out, she doubted that what she had written was the original.

"It's different, you smell it, the letter paper is less fragrant."

Mrs. Zhuang put the letter in the Buddhist hall and offered incense all the year round. When the letter paper was taken out, there was a strong smell of incense.

There are no letters copied later.

Although I put the letter paper in the original envelope, it still lacks this taste.

Zhuang is such a careful person, in case he becomes suspicious...

"Miss, this servant will burn the incense!"

Qing Xing's footsteps paused, and after receiving the reminder, she regained her spirits.

That's right, what the lady said is correct, and most people don't pay attention to this small detail.

Thinking of the young lady beating around with a hammer and the tools in the package, Qing Xing asked tentatively: "Miss, in Chenjiacun, did you have that kind of unowned tomb where gold ornaments were buried with you?"

"what?"

Lin Yuesha was lighting the fire, and asked in a daze, "What does this have to do with the funeral objects?"

Mrs. Zhuang is not dead yet, and she doesn't know where Mrs. Qi is buried.

"It's you...are you really not a grave robber?"

The guy has so many things, and the details are in place, it is definitely not something a little girl can do.

Qing Xing has been trained since she was seven or eight years old, and she is only at this level now.

Lin Yuesha: ...

Grave robbery these days is disrespectful to the dead, Da Qi is the most superstitious, that would be bad luck, she dare not!
"It's okay, the servant is just talking nonsense."

Qing Xing stuck out her tongue, smelling the incense on the letter paper, and then went out.

The two masters and servants worked together to complete the task ahead of schedule, but at this moment, Mrs. Zhuang had just arrived at the courtyard outside the city.

The husband is on duty tonight and is still in the yamen, so she doesn't understand what her son means. Could it be that the husband also found a room for himself?
Based on what she knew about him, there was no such possibility.

Husband is an upright gentleman, he is upright, even a little ignorant, if someone gives gifts to the family, he will be thrown out by him, there is no humanity to speak of.

Even concubines and aunts are unwilling to find such an upright person, so how could they raise a concubine?

"Mother, I stole the key from my father and rubbed it. You should also know the truth."

After the eldest son finished speaking, he inserted the key into the lock and opened the door.

The entrance was a stone screen, and he lit the lantern, and Zhuang's complexion changed.

On the stone screen is a picture of a beauty. Under the bright moonlight, the beauty is swinging on a swing, and only one side can be seen, but it is not difficult to imagine that the beauty has an alluring posture.

"Come with your son."

After the eldest son finished speaking, he led the Zhuang family to the door.

Wind lanterns were lit in the yard, all beauty lanterns, each with a smile of a beauty printed on each lantern...

Under the eaves, colorful oil-paper umbrellas and murals are all pictures of beauties, and it is very clear that there is only one beauty.

Mrs. Zhuang was stunned on the spot, but then she realized that she frantically stepped forward to tear it apart, and shouted, "Bitch, you lingering vixen!"

"Mother, my son advises you to be more rational, because what you see after entering the door is more exciting."

The eldest son said coldly, what his mother did, even if it killed people, it didn't work at all, if it did, it would be counterproductive.

Zhuang finally tore down a wind lamp and stepped on the beauty's face, only then did he calm down a little.

Look, everyone has gone to hell, and her face is trampled under her feet!

Zhuang reminded herself that she couldn't lose, she raised her brows, and forced herself into the room.

The interior of the room is very coquettish, and it is red in the eyes.On the west wall, there is an altar, on which there are melon and fruit cakes. Eternal lamps are lit on both sides, and in the middle is a portrait of Mrs. Qi with a faint smile.

Below the portrait, there are a few lines of small characters, which are a poem and a seal.

Not only that, the walls, ceiling, and gauze curtains are all red, and there is a red embroidered carpet in front of the bed, on which is a pair of red embroidered shoes with pearls.

"Who's in the bed?"

Mrs. Zhuang froze in place, could it be that her husband really went to find a foreign room behind her back?But why are they all portraits of that bitch?
Through the red gauze, there is a faint shadow of a person.

It's a person, not a ghost, but the room is gloomy and the atmosphere is a bit weird.

"This is where Dad often comes, Mom, have you seen it?"

The eldest son smiled bitterly, so mother thought that people who died would be eliminated from their hearts, which is simply nonsense.

After he discovered his father's secret, his father said that he only regretted one thing in his life, and that was marrying Mrs. Zhuang.

As for his younger brother, it was also planned by the Niangzhuang family to celebrate Mrs. Qi's birthday.

"You bastard, why don't you get out?"

Chuang stepped forward to tear the quilt frantically, she grabbed the hair with her hand, and with all her strength, she tore off the head.

There was a doll lying on the bed, with its hair sewn on, and its face was the one that made her most resentful, the face of Mrs. Qi!
The doll always smiles, even when its head is ripped off.

Zhuang looked at everything in front of him in a daze, rolled his eyes, and passed out completely.

(End of this chapter)