The Queen of War

"I won't." Zhong Wuyan smiled faintly and didn't look back at her. "This is your best destination."

She didn't say anything more and walked slowly into the vast wind and rain.

At this time, Tian Bijiang's decent people dug three feet into the ground and vowed to find her to the death. However, how can this beautiful and lonely palace be trapped in her footsteps? She is an eagle, the blue sky, that is her hometown. What queen, what second Miss Xia family, those identities are just false names.

Looking at Zhong Wuyan's Lily like figure, Xia Yingchun ran after her angrily. However, as soon as she ran to the hospital, she fell heavily on the cold ground. Tears and rain merged into a stream on her pale face and slowly flowed down.

"Take me... Take me..." Xia Yingchun cried helplessly.

At this time, she wanted to leave here and the cold palace. She really can't stand this kind of suffering. She thinks she will go crazy if she goes on like this! Without children, love and hope, Xia Yingchun doesn't know she's here. What else can she miss?

However, Zhong Wuyan, like a white cloud, floated away quietly without taking anything away. Only the cold air still lingers with a faint fragrance.

"Farewell, palace!" Zhong Wuyan walked forward without looking back.

After leaving this time, she decided never to come back. She will never go back to this cold palace and never see everyone here again. Of course, she must see another person before leaving the capital.

It rained heavily and kept raining.

Mrs. Xia curled up in bed and sat there quietly without saying a word.

It was so dark inside that she didn't light candles. Because now she has to budget carefully for every copper coin. Although everything is now taken care of by the old housekeeper, Mrs. Xia clearly knows that a clever woman can't cook without rice. There is little left in the old housekeeper's pocket. The cost of these days is the personal money that the old housekeeper secretly hid in the interlayer of his clothes when he used to copy the house. If it weren't for this money, they would be drinking the West and north wind these days. They don't even have the qualification to change their taste.

Mrs. Xia, who has been pampered since childhood, never dreamed that she would be today! From small to large, she never worried about money. Even when the Xia family was copied, she could tear down several pavilions and sell some top-grade wood to live. But now, she doesn't even have anything to dismantle. There are some good wood in the ancestral hall for sacrifice, but Mrs. Xia doesn't dare to dismantle the ancestral hall no matter how short of money.

"I don't know when I can sell those acres of thin sandy land." she listened to the wind and rain outside and thought in her heart, "But it's not a way to go on like this for a long time. Although there are still some fields near the temple, who dares to buy Xia's things now? Even if they do, I'm afraid they can't sell them. But now what can they do except sell the land? The old housekeeper went out to sell the land a few days ago. As soon as they heard that they were Xia's, they hid as if they saw the God of plague."

Mrs. Xia, who always thinks she is extremely clever, is at a loss at this time. She has always been high minded and disdains to care about these things, but now she has to calculate every penny carefully. From childhood to childhood, she has never worried about money. When she was a child, she even had a good time. Now, she can only nest in this leaky room for tomorrow's breakfast to be worried.

At this time, the door was slowly opened by the wind.

The house was very dark, and there was no light. A cold wind mixed with the smell of moisture came into the house, and the smell of soil immediately filled the house.

Not far from here is the ancestral temple, and a mile or more ahead is the cemetery. The ancestral grave of the Xia family is very luxurious, and a large number of pines and cypresses are planted nearby. When the wind blows, the leaves make a noise, like ghosts crying.

In this stormy night, the door suddenly opened. I'm afraid everyone would be frightened. But Mrs. Xia wasn't afraid. She didn't even shout, although the old housekeeper lived next door to her. Of course, even if she cried, the old housekeeper might not hear it, because his ears were so bad that he wouldn't have heard it if she didn't yell at him You can't hear anything.

Mrs. Xia was not afraid. She didn't mean to go down and close the door. She just wrapped her quilt tightly and listened to the wind and rain outside quietly.

There is a lot of water in the house. Even if the door is opened again, there will be no more water. So Mrs. Xia doesn't mean to close the door at all, and she can't sleep. She's not afraid. Even if the souls of the Xia family come to her, she feels worthy of them. Why did she ever do half of the things that I'm sorry for the Xia family? The Xia family only owes her , what can she fear if she is only grateful to her?

A white shadow flashed through the night rain.

The speed of the white shadow was very fast, like a bird passing through the vast night rain.

Mrs. Xia sat quietly on the bed. She clearly saw the white shadow. There was no fear on her pale face. Even if she saw the white shadow in such a ghost place, her heart was still very calm.

Not far away, a faint flame was jumping.

"In this kind of ghost weather, can there still be ghost fires?" Mrs. Xia looked at the jumping flame and thought in her heart, "the ancestors of the Xia family, if you really have spirit in heaven, bless the grand master to reincarnate early. How miserable it is that his bones can't return home and can't be buried in his ancestral grave when he is alone in the wilderness!"

Although she was filled with strong resentment against master Xia, they were married anyway. Mrs. Xia still has feelings for master Xia. That was her husband. When she first got married, she was naive that they could stay together for a long time in this life. But this beautiful dream, broken so quickly, was quickly broken by a beautiful pregnant woman.

The ghost fire was getting closer and closer, and gradually floated to Mrs. Xia's house.

"Sure enough!" she saw a woman in white and sneered. "Whether you are a man or a ghost, I'll meet for a while today!"

They say they don't do anything bad, and they're not afraid of ghosts knocking at the door. Mrs. Xia has done a lot of bad things in her life, but she is not afraid. Even if the woman in front of her is a ghost, she will never frown.

The woman in white stood quietly at the door. Her long black hair was a little messy by the wind. Her cold eyes twinkled with cold light. She carried a horn lantern, and the faint light, like a little ghost fire, jumped in the night. It was as if she had just climbed out of the grave. There was a strong Yin Qi all over her.

"Revenge for injustice, revenge for revenge!" Mrs. Xia sneered, "if you have anything to say, just say it! I've lived a long time. I didn't expect to be lucky to see ghosts today!"

Now the Xia family has completely declined, and even Xia Yingchun has fallen out of favor. She thinks she has nothing to fear now? Even if she died right now, she didn't feel sad. After all, she is also a person who has enjoyed glory and wealth. How many strange things has she experienced! She felt that the only regret in her life was that she did not support her grandson to the throne. Of course, Xia Yingchun can no longer have children. She will never have her own grandchildren!