Marry A Younger Husband

Shuilinlang thought that xiaomo'er was most afraid of ghosts, so he threatened him and said, "Xianggong, don't you think this grove is gloomy? Let's go quickly

Little Mo'er suddenly got up and comforted herself and said, "don't be afraid, madam, I'm here. I'm more masculine. Please follow me quickly!"

Shuilinlang deliberately pretends to be scared and hides behind his thin body. Suddenly, he hears little Mo'er cry: "no, what if the devils attack you from behind? You'd better walk beside me!" Then he reached for the ivory fracture fan and said, "Oh, no, my folding fan is missing!"

Xiao Mo'er's folding fan is made of ivory. It's exquisitely carved. It's also exquisitely machine-made. It's worth at least 500 taels of silver. It's full of water. He was distressed and said, "look for it!" For a moment, I forgot that Zhiqing's tomb was nearby.

"Well, if there is a ghost, the hemp needle of the folding fan may not hold it!"

"Silly, four or five hundred taels of silver folding fan, how can you say to throw it away?" Shuilinlang said angrily, he is really a black sheep. Don't you know it's not easy to earn money?

Little Mo'er turns around with his waist, and then looks up to see Zhiqing's tombstone. It's like he's been used to fix himself. He doesn't move.

Shuilinlang screams in secret that it's bad, and says: "little Mo'er, maybe it's a person with the same name and surname!"

"But is the name of Shiqing's mother the same name?"

Shuilinlang looked at Shiqing's mother's name under the tombstone, and knew that she couldn't hide it any more. She quickly said, "little Mo'er, listen to me, Shiqing... She's not dead. I saw her yesterday!"

"Yesterday you were with me all the time. How did you see her? Did her soul come to you?"

"Er..."

"Why does her soul come to you instead of me?"

"Little Mo'er, people can't come back from death. You... Don't be too sad..."

Little mo'erdou's tears fell down: "sister Zhiqing is dead. Why don't you tell me? Why? When she left, I didn't even have time to give her a ride. She had served me for so many years, and I took her as my sister, and finally let her go

"I'm sorry, little Mo'er. I'm afraid you're sad, so I kept it from you all the time."

"You already know, don't you? The belly pocket you gave me last time was not bought by the clothing shop, but embroidered by sister Zhiqing, right?"

"Yes, it was made for you by Zhiqing before she died. She also told me that you are eager to cool down in summer, and you are not willing to sleep in clothes, so I want to put on your belly pocket, so that you won't catch cold." Shuilinlang thinks of Zhiqing's infatuation for xiaomo'er, and her heart is full of sentimental feelings.

"Sister Zhiqing... She... How did she get there?"

"Commit suicide..."

Small Mo son Zheng a Zheng: "good Duan Duan, why will commit suicide?"

"Zhiqing's mother wants to marry jade tiger. Jade tiger will give her a dowry of 500 Liang before she will marry her. So, Shiqing's mother sold Shiqing to the Duke of Yue as a concubine, but Shiqing didn't follow in every way, so... "

"There is such a mother in this world." Little Mo'er shook his head in disbelief, "I want to avenge my sister Zhiqing!"

"Who do you want to take revenge on? Even if you kill Shiqing's mother, what can you do? She can't live any longer. Instead, she is accused of being unfilial

Little Mo'er held the tombstone of Zhiqing's tomb and cried bitterly: "lady, before you came to Jue mountain villa, only sister Zhiqing was my only confidant. She was the only one who would take my nonsense seriously. Others would only laugh at me for being silly. She was the only one who knew me. Once, I was very ill. She pricked out the blood from her tongue and wrote a Heart Sutra. She prayed to all Buddhas in the sky to protect my health. She was willing to live 30 years. It seems that her vow has really been fulfilled, and she died early. "

Shuilinlang can't help crying when she hears about it. Even if it's her, she may not be able to do it for xiaomo'er. Shuilinlang suddenly feels that Zhiqing is the one who loves xiaomo'er the most, and also the one who knows the most.

Know Qing, know love.

Her feelings for little Mo'er are unrequited and unrepentant.

Keep giving until the end of life.

A spring silkworm may not stop spinning silk until death, a candle's tears dry only when it's burned down to ashes.

Shuilinlang's feelings for xiaomo'er are not as pure as Zhiqing's, because her purpose of approaching xiaomo'er is to keep a secret.

With tears in her eyes, shuilinlang knelt down solemnly towards the tomb of Zhiqing, kowtowed four times, and said, "sister Zhiqing, don't worry. I will take care of xiaomo'er later. You can go safely!"Then he stood up and looked at the tearful little Mo'er, and held him tightly in his arms: "little Mo'er, the dead is gone. You have to be strong. Zhiqing doesn't want to see you like this, otherwise she will be sad if she knows it underground."

Xiao Mo'er looks at Zhiqing's grave covered with grass, knows that she has been dead for some time, and looks at the time when the tombstone is inscribed. It has been more than half a year since she died. But for the past half a year, he always thinks that she is still in the world, and always wants to find a chance to get close to her, but when he doesn't want to meet her, he is separated forever.

Little Mo'er pours on Zhiqing's grave and reaches out to pull out the grass one by one. The water rushes to help.

"Little Mo'er, Shiqing is very affectionate to you. Can you give her a place?" Shuilinlang thought, or so, xiaomo'er's heart will feel better, and his guilt will be reduced.

"Everyone is dead. What's the use of fame? Besides, sister Zhiqing never cares about fame."

Shuilinlang was stunned. She was not as good as Zhiqing. She always cared about the identity of her concubine. But Zhiqing was just a servant girl. She was not as good as a servant girl?

"Sister Zhiqing likes pear blossom best, but there is no pear tree in the forest."

Shuilinlang said: "let's find someone to plant pear trees here tomorrow. When spring comes tomorrow, the pear blossom rain will be everywhere. Zhiqing will like it very much."

In my heart, I can't help but sigh, how can she just like pear blossom? Is there a definite number of pear blossoms?

After pulling the grass, little Mo'er's face was full of sweat. He took out a silk handkerchief embroidered with golden orchid, helped him wipe away the sweat, and took a water bag to feed him a drink.

Little Mo'er was lost and walked two steps. Looking at the golden sunlight at dusk, he came in through the cracks of the branches and leaves of the forest and fell into his pupil. Little Mo'er stretched out his hand and lifted it to the sky as if he wanted to catch something and called out: "sister Zhiqing!" He shook his body and fell to the ground.

"Little Mo'er!"