Story of Yanxi Palace

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　　The door of Yizhuang opened, and a paper lantern came in from the outside.

　　 Lantern brought in a pair of feet.

　　Look closely at the pair of bow shoes, curved like a three-inch, embroidered with Tilian on white background, stop and walk in front of each coffin, and finally stop in front of a thin coffin.

　　 "Look at who these people are." There was a choked voice, "The stranger who died in a strange land, the poor man who had no money to bury, the prostitute who died in death... Sister, how can you and I meet again in this kind of place?"

　　'S life is as thin as paper, so he died without a thicker coffin.

　　Yi Zhuang, who has been in disrepair for a long time, is sitting with a breathable thin coffin, but it is better than nothing, it is always stronger than a straw mat, so that the worms will be fed first before they are buried.

"They all say that you are not eligible to be buried in the ancestral tomb, only to lie down with this group of people." A pale hand fell on the coffin, groped for a moment, and finally murmured, "I don't believe them, sister , I want you to tell me the truth..."

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Random footsteps from far to near, and then the door of Yizhuang was suddenly pushed open.

　　 hit their eyes, is a lifted axe.

　　 "Ying Luo! Stop it!" a middle-aged man exclaimed.

　　 "Boom!"

　　The axe fell down without a second look, and split the coffin in front of him.

　　 "You, what are you doing?" The middle-aged man froze for a while before trembling his lips, "This is your sister's coffin..."

　　 A woman in white turned his back to him and his back to the crowd.

　　 dropped the axe in her hand at will, she bent down and carefully lifted the person in the coffin.

　　 "You said later that my sister died of illness, and then told me later that she did a scandal in the palace, and she saw her talent killing herself... Look." She slowly turned her head and smiled at everyone.

　　The woman in the coffin leaned on her shoulder, with a pair of black butterflies faintly on her neck.

　　 Upon closer inspection, it was found that it was the bruises left by the two big hands. The big open hands, like two black wings, told of a kind of death called murder.

"Have you all seen it?" The woman in white--that is, Wei Yingluo hugged the woman in the coffin, smiled at the crowd, as if she finally found the truth. The world listens, "Look at the handprints on her neck and tell me, how can a person strangle himself?"

　　 No one can answer her question.

　　 No one even dared to look directly at their faces.

　　 nearly identical face.

　　Wei Yingluo and Wei Yingning, because of their beautiful colors and clear air like a lotus, are called the Bundilian of the Wei family.

Today, this lotus flower, one dead and one live, the one in the coffin, I don’t know what panacea he took before his death. After death, he still has a seven-point color. He wore clothes when he was out of the palace and relied on his sister’s shoulders. , That looks like a non-laughing like a living person.

　　 and the living one, instead of looking like a dead man, with a pair of black and white pupils, staring at everyone cold.

　　 "Is it possible that it is a grievance, attached to her sister?" More than one person thought so.

　　 "Dad." Wei Yingluo glanced at everyone, and finally fixed on the middle-aged man's face, and smiled, "Who is the murderer who killed the sister?"

　　 "Yes..." The middle-aged man seemed to want to say something, but hesitated a bit and finally gritted his teeth, "Why is there any murderer, she committed suicide!"

　　The rest of them also recovered, and they all talked.

　　 "Yes, she committed suicide."

　　 "If a woman who was evicted from the palace and was not chaste, if she didn't commit suicide, wouldn't you want our whole family to accompany her and be ashamed?"

　　 "Good death, good death!"

　　 "Sister's misconduct, sister's not much better, actually doing such a thing as splitting the coffin, Wei Qingtai, you discipline well!"

　　Middle-aged man—Wei Qingtai was stiff, and hurried forward a few steps. He came to Wei Yingluo and shook his hand.

　　 "It's all my fault, I have no way to discipline!" After pumping, he humbly pleased everyone while he slapped his hand on the back of Wei Yingluo's head.

　　 Seeing no response, he shot again: "Kneel down!"

　　But Wei Yingluo resembled a bamboo, refused to bend or even knelt, so the stunned pestle was in place.

　　 "Kneel down!" Wei Qingtai felt that his face was not safe, and angrily, he lifted his feet and kicked into her knee socket. "Can't you hear me?"

　　Wei Yingluo was kneeled down by his kick, but soon got up again.

"Daddy, you will only let me kneel." She propped up on the ground with one hand and her sister, and slowly climbed up from the ground. The dark temples hung down from both sides of the face, covering her expression at the moment, only the voice was cold. Like the spring in winter, "But do you know? I knelt down for Wei Ruhua, she still snatched the hairpins left by my mother before death, I knelt down for Wei Xuedong, he still ignored our cousin relationship, to me I moved my feet... It was my sister who helped me take the hairpin back. It was the sister who ran away Wei Xuedong..."

"...Isn't that the hairpin?" Wei Qingtai frowned, "Gold-plated, not worth a few dollars, there is no need to hurt your cousin's feelings for it, and Xuedong... he just made a joke with you , It’s your sister who took it too seriously and broke the head of others."

"...So you all know." Wei Yingluo turned his face to the side, and saw a hibiscus-like face with wet water, a pair of wet eyes, teardrops will drip, like a flower tip dripping, beautiful, "What are you Everyone knows that I need to kneel with my sister and others."

　　 was the person who was robbed, and it was her who finally apologized.

　　 was rude to her, and it was her who finally gave the apology.

　　 "I am all for you." Wei Qingtai said hardly, "Does it have to be for a little thing..."

　　 trivial matter?

"No, only my sister is good to me!" Wei Yingluo interrupted him with a sneer. "Tell you, I have been waiting for my sister to come back. She told me before entering the palace that she will definitely come back and take me away from this Wei Home, leave you, go to a new place, start a new life, and never let me kneel on people for no reason..."

　　 "The palace is a place where people can kneel anytime, anywhere!" This time for Wei Qingtai to interrupt her.

　　 Imperial Palace.

　　 As soon as you enter the gate of the palace, it looks like the sea, just as the mountain has high and low, and the water has shallow and deep, the women in the palace are also divided into standing and kneeling.

　　The Wei family is not a wealthy man, but it is only a coat. Even if the sister has the color of falling into the city, she can only start from waiting for people after entering the palace. In other words, start by giving someone a kowtow.

　　 "Who is kowtowing is not a kowtow, it is better to choose an individual and just give him a kowtow."

　　 Is this him, or is she?

　　 Two worlds outside the palace, Wei Yingluo didn't know what her sister's situation was in the palace, nor who she had kowtowed, she only went in when the spring blossomed, and then returned coldly.

　　 was brought back together with the black handprint on her neck.

　　 The owner of the fingerprint... who is it?

　　 "...I'm going to the palace." Wei Yingluo closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes moved forward, "You don't tell me who the murderer is, that's good, I went into the palace, I went to find out what happened!"

　　 "Nonsense!" Wei Qingtai was so angry that his beard was shaking, "Do you have to follow your sister's footsteps?"

　　Wei Yingluo conditioned reflexively looked at his sister who leaned her shoulders.

　　From small to large, her sister is smarter, more intelligent and more courageous than her.

　　 By contrast, she is just a small follower who always shrinks behind her sister and needs her sister's protection.

　　 Even her sister couldn't survive in the palace, what about her? She will be able to live to the end and find out the truth... and then avenge her sister?

　　 "... Enough, this is the end of this matter." Wei Qingtai slowed his tone and reached out to Wei Yingning, who leaned on Wei Yingluo's shoulder, "Let your sister rest in peace."

rest in peace?

　　 Seeing that Wei Qingtai's hand was about to touch Wei Yingning, but a scream suddenly sounded in Yizhuang, and it was astonishingly bone-cut, as if a knife was inserted into his chest, and a scream came out.

"what--"

　　 Several Wei clan people had numb scalp and couldn't help raising their hands to cover their ears. They only felt that if they didn't do this, blood would pour into their ears along the scream.

　　Wei Qingtai was the closest and was scared to step back a few steps, then stared at Wei Yingluo with a long scream in front of his eyes, and stuttered and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Rest in peace? I can't rest in peace..." Wei Yingluo embraced her sister's cold body, and even started to exude a faint body. The screamed voice was hoarse and cried, "Sister can't rest, I also rest No way..."

　　Under the eyes of her eyes, she cried and cried, only repeating one sentence.

　　 "I'm going to the palace." Wei Yingluo cried, "I must take revenge and let you rest... let me rest."

　　Since it is a lotus that is pedunculated, it naturally grows and dies.

　　Since you are gone, even if I'm still alive, it's just a decayed walking dead.

　　Only let you rest, I can rest together.

　　 "Crazy words, all crazy words! Rather than let you go into the palace so crazy, and bring a big disaster to the family..." An old Wei family walked to Wei Qingtai, covered his lips with his hands, and whispered to him.

　　Wei Qingtai's eyes were complicated. At the end of hearing, he finally sighed and nodded.

　　Following a few figures came to Wei Yingluo.

　　 She raised her head and looked at them blankly: "What do you want to do?"

　　 Several large hands reached towards her together.

　　A few days later, a wine flag was displayed in the wind, the white wine entered a new glass, and a few dishes next to it were under the wine side dishes. One person was drinking the wine and suddenly said: "Whose family is marrying a daughter below?"

　　Several drinkers leaned on the railing, overlooking the street from top to bottom, only to see a big red greeting team on the long street, walking slowly in the crackling of firecrackers.

　　 On the high-headed horse, a bridegroom, Guan'er, was proud.

Behind 　　, followed by a small sedan chair.

　　The wind rose, and a drunkard snorted and raised his hand to wipe his eyes.

　　 "What's the matter, the wind fascinated?" The guest next to him asked him.

　　 "Xu is drinking too much, and dazzled." The drinker lowered his hand, and was a little confused. "Just now the curtains opened a little, I saw the bride...I was **** by five flowers."