Song Huiyue tidied herself up briefly, then secretly reached out and pinched four or five pink and white camellias. There were big and small camellias. She fumbled and inserted them into her head, and a corolla came out.
Then she waited quietly in the darkness.
With such a beautiful glass flower house, those ladies and ladies who came to congratulate me late at night would come and take a look.
There are several doors in the garden, and the servants are walking back and forth, sometimes getting out of this door, sometimes sticking their heads out of that door, very busy.
Soon an old woman ran over and shouted for tea to be placed in the garden. As soon as the refreshments were placed, the female relatives swarmed in, all dressed in jewels and colorful colors, so much so that the camellias on Song Huiyue's head were inferior.
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Song Huiyue calmly walked out of the darkness, and fell into the tail of the team very naturally, strolling around as if she was also there to see the colorful glass house.
After walking two steps, she looked back and then walked out of the garden as if she had forgotten something.
When passing by the hanging flower gate, a round fan embroidered with cranes fell on the stone bench. She picked it up, covered her mouth and nose, and walked to the backyard like a real lady.
The difference between her and other ladies is probably the difference in smell. The fan is fragrant, but she is not fragrant. Instead, she is sweating profusely from picking eggs. It’s good if it doesn’t stink.
The backyard is not big, but the situation is complicated. Mr. Zhang’s eldest son and his daughter-in-law live in one yard, and his two granddaughters live in another yard. Mrs. Zhang has another yard, and finally Zhang Xutang has to occupy another yard.
These four courtyards seem to be independent gates, but the roads are criss-crossing and connected like spider webs. If a person walking here has no one to guide him, he will not know where he is going in a moment.
Song Huiyue passed by Mrs. Zhang's courtyard first.
It was full of female relatives, and they were all as happy as a roaring mountain and a tsunami. Everyone was talking and laughing, and countless mouths opened and closed, making outrageous noises.
Suddenly, someone told a joke, which made everyone laugh. Song Huiyue covered her face in the laughter and continued to search in the silk cave.
She always walked with her face hidden, and the servants who came and went only regarded her as a distinguished guest who came to congratulate her, perhaps to visit Mrs. Zhang who had just given birth to Jin Gui's grandson.
Some people also speculated that she had gone the wrong way, but she had important matters at hand and could not stop to ask, so she left Song Huiyue alone.
Song Huiyue seemed to be strolling in the courtyard, but her eyes were not idle. She kept looking around. Suddenly she saw a group of servants surrounded by two people coming in from the front yard. She quickly avoided it and hid behind the pillars.
The people who came in were Prime Minister Zhang and the uncle of the Zhang family. Their faces were blurred among the servants. Song Huiyue took a quick glance and felt that Prime Minister Zhang and Zhang Xutang were two faces carved out of the same mold.
It's just that Zhang Xutang was young and wild, with a hint of morbidity, and was a sickly handsome man. However, in middle age, Mr. Zhang has experienced thousands of sailings and has become more dignified and dignified, with excellent character.
The face of Mr. Zhang's family also has Mrs. Zhang's face mixed in, but Zhang Xutang has none at all. He seems to have been born by Mr. Zhang himself, even the single eyelids share the same style.
Song Huiyue stared at the old version of Zhang Xutang, her eyes staring at the sparks, but her steps began to retreat.
People like Mr. Zhang are truly cunning and cunning, and she doesn't dare to mess around.
She wanted to retreat with a group of female relatives who were about to say goodbye.
This large group of people is composed of several families, and you and I are not familiar with each other. It is suitable for Song Huiyue to leave in troubled waters.
She blended into the team without changing her expression. The two young ladies who were whispering behind them turned to look at her. They thought she was unfamiliar and she was not very rich in dress, so they turned their heads and stopped looking.
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"She seems to be from the Dou family...Dou Xiuzhi's sister..."
"The Dou Xiuzhi who eloped?"
"Um."
Song Huiyue listened silently. Just as she was about to go out, she suddenly heard a subtle cry from the flowers and trees not far away: "Mimi."
She suddenly stopped and looked at the flowers and trees.
The tall camellia tree did not move at all, and the calling sound just now disappeared.
Song Huiyue stopped and saw that the female relatives in front of her were already entering the garden and entering the corner gate through the garden path. If she didn't leave, she would be in trouble.
Moreover, the earlier someone leaves, the less familiar they are with the Zhang family, and the later someone stays, the closer the relationship with the Zhang family is. It would be much more dangerous for her to blend in among them.
Finally, she took steps and walked towards Camellia Cong.
She carefully separated the flower branches and leaned forward to take a look. There was nothing in the flowers, not even a cat hair.
There were rapid footsteps behind her, as if someone was coming, so she simply walked through the flowers.
The other side of the flowers was incredibly deserted.
There was a lot of joy over there, even the emperor had given Yu'er steamed buns as a reward, but here was not affected by the good news at all. Not only was it quiet, not even a single servant was seen.
There is a small road in front of you. Except for the camellia used as a boundary, there are no flowers and grass on both sides of the road. It is so empty and stretches all the way to the courtyard gate.
The courtyard door was ajar, and the inside was as deserted as the outside, as if this was the cold palace of the Zhang family, and a sinful man lived inside.
Song Huiyue tried to find a shadow to hide in but couldn't find it.
It's too quiet.
The noise seemed to come from the horizon, the roar of the wind blew past my ears, and I didn't know whether it was snow flakes or sand that passed by before my eyes, and roared into this silent courtyard.
The half-open door became a half-open mouth, hiding a belly full of monsters and monsters.
Song Huiyue sensed the danger and took two steps back, clinging to the wall. Her heart sank, but she did not continue to retreat.
She whispered: "Qinghui."
She suspected that she heard Qinghui's voice when she called a cat just now, but it disappeared after the sound, leaving not even a footprint.
The word Qinghui flew away with the wind, and no one responded.
After that, the place became quiet again, so eerily quiet that Song Huiyue could hear her heartbeat, hear the roar of blood flowing through her ears, and even heard the sound of bones when she lifted her legs and walked forward.
It's ringing.
These sounds made her heart beat with fear, because she knew that with every step she took, the danger would increase.
Without approaching the entrance of the courtyard, she whispered again: "Qinghui."
This time there was a response from the yard, and it was Song Qinghui’s confused voice: “Sister?”
Qinghui!
Song Huiyue ran forward like the wind at her feet, and got in through the unclosed door. She really saw Qinghui!
Qinghui was wearing a thick long quilted robe, with a dirty face and a thin chin that was pointed. He was holding a snow-white and thin kitten in his arms, and was sitting on the threshold looking out.
His body was not clean, and was covered with dust. His hair hung down in a mess, all the way to his chest. Two bones like thin bamboo poles protruded from the bottom of his neck, making him horribly thin.