The entire Prime Minister's Mansion fell into a deep sleep, and occasionally one or two insects could be heard chirping.
The two maids Ding Xiang and Lan Ju walked cautiously into Chunhui Garden carrying incense candles, paper money and sacrifices. Chunhui Garden was the place where Fifth Miss Su Qingru took refuge after she got smallpox, and later died here.
It is said that when he died, he looked very horrible. His face and body were covered with smallpox. After being left alone for a long time, it turned into sores. The whole Chunhui Garden exuded a choking stench.
After his death, he was only wrapped in a straw mat and buried in any hole he dug. The eldest lady also issued a ban. No one was allowed to pay homage to the fifth lady because she was so dirty. Therefore, except for the occasional lament that God was jealous of her beauty, there was no one.
People will mention her more.
As soon as they walked into Chunhui Garden, the two of them felt a gloomy atmosphere blowing towards their faces, mixed with the smell of decay and my choking musty smell.
"Cough cough cough..." Ding Xiang covered her mouth and coughed.
"Dingxiang, let's just find a place to burn it, and then go back and report to the eldest lady. It's really scary here." Lan Ju covered her heart with her hand, looking around with courage, and whispered.
"Well, let's burn it behind the rockery. Go back as soon as it's done."
The two of them did not dare to go further inside, so they stopped behind the nearest rockery, took out the incense candles, paper money and sacrifices, knelt on the ground and burned them while trembling in their voices, and said -
"Fifth Miss, after you collect these things, you can go and be reincarnated with peace of mind."
"Yes, Miss Fifth, please don't come to see the eldest lady. The eldest lady has been in poor health recently..."
As they were talking, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and the paper money on the ground was blown up in all directions. The two people quickly got up to pick it up.
As she picked it up, a chill suddenly rose up on Ding Xiang's back. She slowly, slowly raised her head, her face suddenly turned pale, her hands trembled so much, and the paper money she held in her hands fell to the ground.
"Lan, Lanju..." Her voice trembled, she raised her hand and pointed forward.
"What's wrong, Ding Xiang?" Lan Ju raised her head and looked blankly in the direction Ding Xiang was pointing.
I saw a woman with black hair hanging loosely standing in front of me. She was dressed in white gauze, floating in the air, with bare feet, and a pool of red blood under her feet. Her face did not have smallpox, but her beautiful face was full of
It's a sad look.
"I died so unjustly, I died so unjustly..." An unwilling voice of accusation came from the air.
"Five, Miss Fifth..."
"Ah, ghosts, there are ghosts!"
The two maids screamed loudly at the same time. They threw away the incense candles and paper money in their hands. They were so frightened that they ran away desperately. But when they turned around, they found that Su Qingru was still floating behind them, as if she was coming to claim her life.
generally.
"Ah, ghosts, ghosts, there are ghosts..."
A terrifying sound rang out in the dark night, alarming the entire Prime Minister's Mansion.
After a while, many people were awakened and opened their windows. Later, even the old lady's window was opened, and everyone saw two maids running to the garden, with paper money flying everywhere behind them.
"Hey, isn't this the maid in the eldest lady's room?" Some people noticed.
Bi'er put her ear against the window and faintly heard the voice shouting "There is a ghost", and a bright smile appeared on her face.
Su Yueming leaned lazily on the low couch, the light of the candlelight reflected on her cheeks, and the long and narrow eyelashes formed a thick shadow under her eyes. There was a commotion outside, but nothing happened to her.
As if, occasionally lazily turning over a page of the poetry book in his hand.