"Ama'er Niang, are they okay?" Ling Ruo did not dare to call out loudly to her parents, who were only separated by a wall, for fear of alarming the Mao brothers.
"Everything is fine. I'm just worried about my sister. They asked me to come and see what my sister is missing so that I can bring it to her." Rong Xiang glanced at the dilapidated courtyard and felt very sad. When he looked outside, he always felt that something was wrong.
There was a place to live, but when I entered it, I realized that this was no place for people to live. There was almost nothing, and it had not been repaired for an unknown period of time.
Rong Xiang didn't know that this place was originally the manor of a wealthy family in the previous dynasty. Later, the war broke out and the rich family fled with their gold and silver. This place became desolate. After this dynasty established the capital as the capital, it was taken over.
for the imperial court
The property was later given to Yinzhen by Kangxi, but Yinzhen didn't care about it and only sent people to guard it. Year after year, it became desolate. The reason why the gatehouse is intact is because the people who look after the yard have been repairing it.
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Afraid that Lingzhu and his wife would wait outside for a long time, Rong Xiang stayed for a while and then left. When night fell, he leaned on the wall again and threw down a large bag of things, except for two quilts, some clothes, candles and other necessary items.
In addition to other things, there is also brown sugar,
Red dates, longan and other foods were given to her by the Fucha family. Ling Zhu asked him to tell Ling Ruo: Don’t worry about the family and take good care of yourself; he believed that his daughter would not be a thing in the pond and would one day be there.
The wind and clouds turned into dragons and phoenixes and soared into the sky!
Holding those things, Ling Ruo, who had never shed a tear no matter how difficult the situation in the other courtyard, shed tears like rain, Ama's mother... Don't worry, my daughter will not give up, even if it is for you, her daughter will not
If you give up, you will definitely persevere! Let everyone who has harmed your daughter pay the price!
Night came slowly with such fierce determination. When the Mao brothers came to deliver food, they saw the quilts and other things they put on the kang, and immediately asked them viciously where these things came from. It was clear that yesterday
not yet.
Ling Ruo glanced at them coldly. For some reason, she was obviously a weak woman with no power to restrain a chicken, but that look in her eyes made the Mao brothers feel cold and their momentum weakened. Ling Ruo said calmly.
: "You are responsible for guarding the other courtyard. Aren't you supposed to know best where the things come from? Why are you asking me the other way around? Or are you taking the monthly money given by Prince Yong's Mansion but just eating and sleeping without doing your duties?
You don’t even know someone is coming in?”
The Mao brothers who were stuck in the questioning looked at each other and were speechless. After throwing out a few harsh words, they walked away dejectedly. They came to their senses only when they were outside. They were obviously two tall and thick men.
Being frightened by a little girl's words,
It was so embarrassing. Mao Er spat on the ground and was about to go back to seek trouble for Ling Ruo. However, Mao Da grabbed him and said with a ferocious smile: "Don't worry, we'll get rid of it later with the profit."
Come back and let her know the consequences of offending our brothers!"
Mao Er nodded repeatedly and said fiercely: "This stinky bitch is so hateful! I must scare her to death!"
That night, Ling Ruo was sleeping with Mo Yu when she heard a faint "squeaking" sound, and then felt waves of coldness, and suddenly woke up with a sudden jolt. When she opened her eyes in the darkness, she saw the door.
It was opened, and with the light of the moonlight shining on the snow, she saw two black figures outside the window, floating in the shrill and shrill whimpering sounds like evil ghosts asking for their lives, with disheveled hair and bleeding from all their orifices. It was extremely terrifying.
Ghosts! When Ling Ruo saw such a terrifying scene, her whole body was cold and she broke out in a cold sweat. However, it only lasted for a moment. She quickly calmed down. Those days in Prince Yong's Mansion had already made her understand what the world calls ghosts.
They are all made by living people, and the human heart is far more terrifying than ghosts and ghosts.
After taking a closer look at the two ghosts under the cover of night, a sneer bloomed silently on his lips. He quietly took something out of the bedside bag, held it tightly in his hand, and then continued to pretend to sleep.
The two ghost figures waited outside the window for a long time but saw no movement inside the house. They seemed a little surprised. After hesitating,
Walking in from the door, anyone here would find that these two so-called ghosts actually have legs, and the cold moonlight shines behind them, casting two long shadows clearly on the ground.
"My death is so unjust... so unjust..." The gloomy and shrill voice floated in the room, waking up Mo Yu who was originally sleeping. When he caught a glimpse of the ghost approaching them, he was so frightened that he was about to open his mouth.
I screamed and suddenly felt my hand being grabbed tightly.
Stop, she immediately understood that Ling Ruo had woken up a long time ago, but for some unknown reason she had not made a sound. She had to hold back the screams that reached her mouth, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. Fortunately, it was dark in the room, otherwise
The two ghost figures had long noticed that the black jade was shaking like chaff.
When the two ghost figures saw that they were already close to the bed, Ling Ruo and the others had not reacted yet, so they suddenly became worried and stretched out their hands to grab their necks. When they saw that the cold ghost claws were about to touch their skin, there was a sudden cold light.
In a flash, a sharp and sharp hairpin was accurately placed on the neck of one of the ghosts. At the same time, a cold voice sounded in the ears, as if it came from hell, "If you dare to move, I will make you a real ghost now."
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Real ghosts? Mo Yu's eyes widened when he heard these words. So, they are not ghosts? That's right. If they are erratic ghosts, how can they be afraid of a mere hairpin?
Thinking like this, she suddenly became bolder. She casually grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on Ling Ruo, who stood up suddenly. She carefully looked at the appearance of the two ghosts through the moonlight; at this glance, she suddenly felt familiar.
, the body is so strong, and so tall... If the disheveled hair and the white powder and blood stains on the face were removed, wouldn't it be...
Mo Yu exclaimed and revealed the identity of the two people, "You are the two people named Mao!"
Yes, these two ghosts were the Mao brothers in disguise. For the five hundred taels each, the Mao brothers planned to scare Ling Ruo crazy by pretending to be ghosts. The theory of ghosts and gods has always been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and in this inaccessible place
In their shabby house, it seemed to them that it was not easy to frighten a little girl's courage. How could they have imagined that someone would put a hairpin on her neck on the first day.
Even if he didn't apply white powder now, Mao Er's face was already pale. He kept his original posture and didn't dare to move. He had no doubt that as long as he moved a little bit, the expressionless woman would remove the fatal hairpin.
Stab him in the neck.
Mao Da was okay, but he didn't dare to act rashly, otherwise his brother would die. Although the two of them were uneducated and incompetent, their relationship was very good. It was not an exaggeration to say that they wore the same pants.
"What do you want?" he asked in annoyance. He was really in trouble today. He didn't plan on others but was instead plotted by others.