I would rather be a farmer's wife after rebirth

Chapter 4

The light in Lin Yun's eyes gradually dimmed, and there seemed to be a black hole in her heart, which was getting bigger and more empty, swallowing his whole mind, and the boundless darkness enveloped her, making her unable to give birth to any hope.

Now she doesn't even have the qualifications to pursue the truth.

Tomorrow, tomorrow is the date of her death, and her death must be extremely miserable.

Thinking so, crystal clear teardrops slipped from the corners of Lin Yun's eyes, dripped on the ground, and disappeared instantly.

Qin Zhao, I have no way to seek a way out, but I have the right to choose a way out.

After making up her mind, Lin Yun struggled to get up. At this time, her hair was in a disheveled bun, her clothes were covered with dust, and her red and swollen face was covered with tears mixed with blood, which made her originally delicate face look a little hideous and terrifying.

Looking at the two jars of spirits placed in the corner of the firewood room, Lin Yun smiled bitterly, but accidentally pulled the wound on her face.

A few days ago, Qin Zhao sent someone to bring back more than a dozen jars of spirits, saying that when he married the princess of Pingyang, the servants who did not need to greet the guests could drink some wine and enjoy themselves. After she distributed, there were still two jars left. Let people put it in the firewood room.

Lin Yun struggled to move the two jars of wine out from the corner, and gently moved the jars down after slapping off the sealing mud. The transparent wine flowed out from the jars and spread to the place where the dry firewood was piled up. The smell of wine instantly filled the whole firewood room.

Lin Yun glanced at the door of the woodshed, and found that the guards outside hadn't noticed, so she took out another dusty fire pocket from a corner.

She likes to cook and make some food for Qin Zhao. Because of her habit back then, she didn't like to be served by servants. She did things like lighting a fire by herself, so she put a fire pocket in the firewood room. Use these things in this case?
Maybe it's fate!

Let it go... If you are ruthless, I will rest.

Qin Zhao, you once said that you would grow old together with me, but in the end it was just like the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror.After this farewell, you and I will never see each other in Biluo Huangquan. Even if... we meet underground in the future, it will only be an enemy.

Lin Yun took out the fire bag and blew it a few times, and the flames that sprang up kissed her fair but somewhat rough hand, but she didn't feel any pain.The heartache is numb, so I can't feel anything.

With a light hand, the torch fell to the ground, and a faint blue flame suddenly ignited. The cold and ghostly flame seemed to burn from hell, and spread to the dry pyre with a strong breath of death.

With a bang, the firewood pile was ignited, and the firewood room instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames.

The moment the tongue of fire kissed Lin Yun's clothes and devoured her, her originally helpless eyes burst out with an astonishing hatred, that hatred was far hotter than the fire and darker than the abyss .

Qin Zhao, if I die, King Zhennan's hatred for losing his beloved daughter will be passed on to you, and the entire Zhuangyuan Mansion will probably be wiped out with me and her.

Someone wanted to blame me, but I refused to allow that person to do so. I would rather die than bear those charges.

So... how about you go to hell with me?

Qin Zhao, this is my final revenge on you.

Suddenly, there was a panicked shout from the servants outside the door.

"It's not good, it's on fire, it's on fire..."

There were noisy voices and footsteps.

Lin Yun, who was engulfed by the fire, fell in pain in the sea of ​​flames. The shock of pain was unbearable for her, but she was so weak, but she didn't make the slightest sound.

If God gives me another chance, I will definitely not live as humble as I am now.I want all those who wronged me to pay the price, I want to live a free and unrestrained life, I want... I would rather lose the world, and don't want others to blame me any more.

She laughed at herself, but, after all, she could only imagine in her heart that her life had come to an end.Lin Yun's consciousness gradually drifted into the distance, so tired, so painful... just sleep forever like this!

The moment before she lost consciousness, she seemed to hear a voice that seemed to come from the ground. It was weird and gloomy, like thunder, with a bit of broken heaviness.

"Can!"

When Qin Zhao rushed over after receiving the notice from his servants, the firewood house was completely engulfed by raging fire. Through the burnt door, Qin Zhao could vaguely see a black shadow still burning on the ground.

His face was instantly pale, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

"It's over, everything is over!" Qin Zhao knelt on the ground with a plop, trembling all over.

The moment Princess Pingyang died, he was startled and angry, but he was not afraid because he recognized that the murder weapon belonged to his wife.

But when Fa's wife set fire to her death, he was really scared.

It's over, he's over, and the Zhuangyuan Mansion is also over.

Grabbing the ground with his head, Qin Zhao seemed to see his end.

That bloody ending.

……

"It hurts, it hurts!" Under the cover of the heavy curtain, a man whose face could not be seen clearly lay on the simple carved wooden bed, groaning.

"Yun'er" heard a deep and slight voice, and the woman who had been sitting on the low couch beside the bed hurriedly got up, she stepped forward and opened the curtain and sat on the side of the bed.

"Yun'er, can you hear what mother said? Yun'er, don't scare mother!" The woman asked anxiously.

The woman was wearing a light-colored coarse cloth shirt. Although the cloth was rough, it was washed very cleanly, and the fragrance of saponins could be faintly smelled.

She is wearing a flying cloud bun, and only a simple peach wood hairpin is inserted obliquely. Her delicate and peaceful face and simple clothes give her a different temperament. She is a peasant woman, but she has a charm different from that of a peasant woman.

The corners of her eyes were stained with age, but age still seemed to treat her a little preferentially.

"It hurts...it hurts...it hurts..." The person on the bed was covered with thin sheets of cold sweat, but her delicate face, which was similar to that of a woman, was full of pain. She frowned tightly and let out a cry. A painful moan spit out from her small and moist cherry lips.With just one glance, it can be seen that this woman is experiencing unspeakable pain at this time.

"Yun'er, my Yun'er!" Seeing her beloved daughter in pain, the woman couldn't help crying, "Yun'er, it's useless to be a mother and you can't earn money. Your father can't invite a doctor from the village, so he can only sit on the bed." Take the carriage to the town. Just wait a little longer, your father will be back soon!"

She painstakingly comforted but knew that her beloved daughter could not hear her. The woman looked at her daughter who was lying on the bed crying in pain with distressed eyes, but she could not relieve her of the slightest pain.

Yun'er, you must not have anything to do, otherwise, how will your mother live?Mother wished she could suffer such pain for you, and only hoped that you could wake up safely.

The woman wept secretly, and her eyes were also stained red.

After a long time, the woman who kept crying in pain suddenly twitched on the bed.

(End of this chapter)