The eldest married as a merchant's wife

Chapter 401: People Are Not Ghosts (7)
"Don't bother you, we'll be there in a few steps. A Tan, let's go." Xiuhe didn't like being looked at like this, but she also didn't want to strike up a conversation with the woman in front of her who was said to be very similar to Ziqing Shenyun.They all said that there were two portraits, but she didn't think they resembled each other at all. Xiuhe was Ziqing's daughter, and she could tell the difference in inner character just by taking a closer look.

With a slight bow, he asked Ah Tan to take the medicine bag.

Just a short walk to...

"Okay, then take care of yourself." Mei Xiaoting put down Erlang's legs and gave way.The old doctor was taking Xiao Liuchun's pulse. Xiao Liuchun's fox fur cape slipped from his shoulders. His eyes were not on Xiuhe, but he was helping Xiao Liuchun hang up the cape.I didn't really want to send her off.

The morning breeze was blowing on the street, and Xiuhe heard Xiao Liuchun asking inside: "Ah Ting, you are distracted, what are you thinking, who is that woman just now, I have never seen you talk so much to any woman before." if."

Mei Xiaoting replied, her voice was cool in the quaint old pharmacy: "Oh, she is my eldest brother's aunt who used to work as a female worker in the embroidery village. I didn't think about anything, what did the doctor say about your voice just now?"

"Don't be a woman from your hometown. I'm with you. It's your half-heartedness."

"Fool, what are you thinking about? It's enough for a woman to love one, and the rest are just fleeting thoughts..."

The world is full of vicissitudes, people come and go, and the voice gradually fades away behind them.

A Tan hesitated for a moment and said, "Third Grandma, this person stood in front of our house all night before. You didn't come back from the town that night, and Mama Dong and I were guarding the house. It was raining heavily. He was drenched all over, Dong Ma told him to come in and avoid him, but he kept silent and refused to go in, as bleak as a beautiful male ghost... I always thought I saw a ghost, but today I found out that he is real appeared..."

"...Oh. Then." Xiuhe's veil tightened and then loosened.

"There's no more." A Tan saw that the third grandma didn't seem to be listening, or she was thinking about something else, and then she closed her mouth in boredom.

Turn the corner of the street and slide in to Tongqin Alley. The shopkeeper is right, and you will be there in a few steps.

In a secluded and secluded narrow alley, a low stool was placed at the entrance of the alley, and an old man with a black face and long nose sat on the stool to mend pots, "watermelon watermelon", and the sound of iron rubbing made one's pores creepy.Walking along the shadow of the high wall all the way, the draft in the hall is unscrupulous, blowing people's skirts back and forth.

The alley is too old, too cloudy, and too long.I heard that the maidservant who was killed by Prince Chunji's mansion was carried out, the blood on her head dripped all the way to the end of the alley to the entrance of the alley, and then she was sent to nowhere, and when there was a commotion in the alley After the ghost, people moved away, and then the feng shui and yin virtue of Prince Chunji's Mansion were also damaged.The king of hell doesn't send people to reincarnate in Prince Jinji's mansion. Except for the three sons born to the old concubine, among the grandchildren, there is only one sick and crooked elder son, who is not yet a man, and spends his days drinking and drinking to make his family proud.

But theater troupes are stingy, and the place where apprentices stay is dirty and messy no matter whether you have ghosts or not.When you become a character, then all kinds of jewelry and high-end apartments will be prepared for you, and you will become a master when you come out and go in.

"I was married to you in the previous life. The first two times I met was unforgettable, the words are short and the meaning is long and lingering..." A low-pitched song drew people's hearts, and I heard the girl's voice coming from the dilapidated low wall. Crying, and the sound of teenagers hanging their throats.

Looking for the source of the sound and walking inside, I saw an old door of mottled brown wood.The door was half-opened and the brass lock was half-hanging, and a voice came from inside, calling: "Mother, mother, don't hit me, I want my mother..."

(End of this chapter)