The house was covered with white gauze, and everyone on the road looked sad.
"If the mistress has a lifespan of eighty-four, how can she still be divided into day and night?"
"Phlegm syndrome, typhoid fever, hey, I looked good a few days ago, and I don't want to let go..."
"I heard rumors that..."
"Shh, are you going to be beaten to death..."
It can be heard that this is a kind of spontaneous defense. No matter what his impression of this third aunt was in the past, Ye Qing had to admit that she was very strict and kind to her tribe and her family's children. Although it was limited to women's selfishness, most of the time
They are all qualified mistresses.
Especially recently, the family's situation has gradually improved. It is expected that in three years, I will earn one million taels of silver from the Northern Wei Dynasty. Although I actually only earn 200,000 taels of silver a year after various aspects of management, this is already a huge amount of money.
With the money, there were more monthly payments and rewards, and three hundred households were moved out, so the old fields became much more abundant. All these eliminated a lot of conflicts and made the people at the top and bottom harmonious, and this kind of goodwill became more apparent.
Ye Qing thought about it and walked all the way to the inner courtyard. There were many people guarding the outside. When he entered the mourning hall, he saw only a few people.
Ye Zifan held his five-year-old daughter in his arms and stood in front of the coffin in a daze. His hair turned white and he looked ten years older. His three sons, all dressed in filial piety, were mourning in front of the coffin.
Ye Qing glanced at it, put on some incense first, then bowed and said, "Is Third Uncle okay? Please allow me to come in and take a look."
Ye Zifan was silent for a long time before sighing: "Just go in and take a look."
Ye Sheng's eyes shrank when he saw it, but he didn't say anything. However, several cousins couldn't help but asked: "Brother Qing, what are you thinking about?"
However, Ye Qing's authority in the government was increasing day by day, and no one dared to come forward to actually stop him. Under everyone's surprised and confused gazes, Ye Qing opened the curtain and entered without saying a word to take a look.
Ye Gu lay quietly in the coffin, her eyebrows furrowed, her beauty still there, and at first glance there was nothing unusual about her.
Looking down at this aunt who was joking about seeing her yesterday, it was easy to tell that her face had been rubbed and no longer looked like the one she had before her death.
But there was still a trace between his eyebrows. Ye Qing was startled for a moment. When he looked with his heavenly eyes, he could see no trace of gray and black air. This was too abnormal. You must know that even if he died normally, there would be some due to various reasons.
The Heavenly Eye can only see the Qi, but cannot see the clothes. It can only feel the depletion of Yin Yuan in the corpse, and the eyebrows can't help but wrinkle. Thinking of the records of the previous life, it seems that there is some enlightenment.
At this moment, he coughed, looked back at Ye Zifan's pleading look, and suddenly understood.
"It seems that my uncle knows something about the truth and wants to talk about it, but he can't say more at this time, lest the scandal spreads and he becomes embarrassed."
He glanced at Luo Li, who was holding her father's clothes in tears, and then glanced at the brothers in the hall. They were all crying sadly, very filial sons.
After suppressing all kinds of thoughts, he pushed it out and worshiped solemnly again.
Without saying much, he walked down the hall and led Qianqian back. When no one was around, he turned around and took the path to the building outside the building.
Qianqian followed him all the way, looking at her from time to time, her pretty face pale.
Ye Qing walked halfway and noticed: "What's wrong?"
"Sir, I went there once..." Ye Qing hesitated and looked over, seeing Qianqian's face pale: "Tell me, what happened?"
Qianqian took a breath: "I saw my third aunt when night fell..."
Time goes back to the past, night has fallen, the lead clouds are silent, the stars and the moon have no light, and Yejiazhuang is immersed in darkness.
"It looks like it's going to snow..." The oxcart passed through two inspections and entered the small gate. Zhou Ling turned over, holding a glass lantern and holding a sword in his hand.
Qianqian jumped down holding the account book and smiled when she saw Zhou Ling's alert look: "We're home, Ling Ling doesn't need to be so careful."
"Young Master, give me the task of sending you back to your room safely." Zhou Ling's voice was meticulous.
"Okay, little old-fashioned man, let's all listen to him..." He whispered softly and walked away, passing through the back mountain and passing by the shade of a tree in the Tiger Roaring Garden. Zhou Ling suddenly pressed his sword and stopped.
Qianqian was confused: "What's wrong?"
"Some strange noises." The two of them fell silent. A breeze blew by, and a female voice faintly wept, sounding like suppressed pain, but also like trembling joy.
"This is... third aunt's room, uh..." Qianqian blushed and glanced at Zhou Ling: "Third uncle is still in front..."
Zhou Lingjian's eyes were clear in black and white, and she looked at her quietly, waiting for her decision.
The lantern only illuminated the size in the shadow. Qianqian's heartbeat increased and she gritted her teeth and said, "Go in and take a look. Don't make any noise. If you find anything wrong, leave and report to the Young Master."
The two of them approached together. This was the home of the mistress of the house, but they didn't see any servants around.
Close to the corner of the main room, you can hear it more clearly. Ye Gu's voice is like a gossamer, which is both cheerful and sad: "Why, Nie Ni——"
The lead clouds moved in the sky, releasing a silver moon. The bright light shone down quietly, and there was an eerie feeling of danger in the yard.
Qianqian felt her heart palpitation and did not dare to look further. She made a gesture with Zhou Ling and retreated.
"...If I insist on going into the house to take a look, maybe my aunt will be fine..." Qianqian Bingxue was smart. She watched Ye Qing's actions under the mourning hall and realized that something was wrong.
"That will only trap you." After hearing this, Ye Qing's face turned livid, and he became even more determined. His tone was heavy and extremely stern. His steps slowed down a little, and his eyes were dim in the night, and he spoke after a long time.
: "I can tell you that the murderer may not be very strong, but it is not something you can resist."
Seeing Qian Qian Ying, he opened his eyebrows and asked again: "Didn't you dislike her before?"
Ye Qing knew that this was because of Ye Sheng's conflict. Qianqian could tolerate others hurting her, but could not tolerate her own son being hurt. She was also a bit stubborn. No matter how close she was to her aunt, it would not have much effect.
Qianqian was startled for a moment: "That's all in the past. My aunt is not a bad woman. Although I don't receive much favor from her, I still have some feelings after living for such a long time, especially after seeing her die like this..."
Ye Qing saw her eyes were red...she was silent for a long time before he said, "It's good that you think so, and I won't comfort you with lies."
Ye Qing said it and changed his tone: "Actually, I will regret it too."
Qianqian raised her head in surprise and met Ye Qing's loving gaze: "Girl, can you turn back time and go back to last night?"
"……cannot."
"I can't either, so" Ye Qing looked at her deeply. Although he stood delicately in front of her, he knew clearly that he had lost one.
Qianqian stared at him blankly, this look of regret that seemed familiar to her made her feel a pain in her heart.
After coming back to his senses, he and Ye Qing continued walking forward together. The voice they heard solemnly said: "...We must move forward, master the power, and avoid more regrets."
The dark and solemn building outside the building appeared in front of her eyes. Qianqian seemed to understand a little more, and she nodded heavily.
Ye Qing stopped at the door, turned around and looked around, feeling as if my daughter was just growing up. He stretched out his hand and touched it, and found it was smooth and warm...
The Qianqian in the past life and the Qianqian in this life are the same but different. This can be appreciated, but one thing is very clear - I never want to lose the second one in front of me again.
"I'll go up to see the clan leader and I'll come down in a while. You wait for me here." He shook her hand and solemnly told her, "This matter is not over yet. Don't wander around at will."
Qianqian responded.
Ye Qing chin-twitched his head and walked upstairs, spiraling up one floor after another, saluting everyone he met.
The experience of two lives, or the time traveler, despises emotions the most. The whole world is a stranger, there is no emotion at all, only life and death.
And those who are reborn value their feelings the most, because they have lost too much and find ways to make up for their regrets.
The two merge together in a strange and indescribable way.
Qianqian is the most important symbol in my heart, but it does not mean that I can endure the unwarranted loss of my relatives.
Past life experiences made me feel the danger behind this loss.
After the lunar eclipse, something in the house was completely out of control. Just as I dared to attack the mother-in-law of the third house today, I would also dare to attack Qianqian Jiang Zinan in the future.
On the eve of this long journey away from home, no matter who this danger is, it must be found and eliminated...
As his feet hit the floor, Ye Qing's heart gradually calmed down. It was no big deal. He had encountered too many enemies like this in his previous life.
If you don't know the details, or feel very scared, there is no need to be afraid if you know the details - in the early days, except for their natal magical powers, they could not even use Taoist magic. This was the forbidden law of this world.
Thinking about it, I was already standing behind the door on the top floor. There was only a candle in the dark corridor, which was a little gloomy. Only a flame the size of a bean flickered, and the face of my aunt Ye Gu in the memory of two lifetimes flashed in and out.
I woke up from a start, sighed with regret, and my mind was suddenly very clear.
The door was pushed open, and the light shone in, reflecting the light of the wooden branches of the heavy building. Accompanied by the deep voice of the patriarch Ye Mengqiu: "You are here..."
Ye Qing didn't want to make any detours, and bowed directly, with a sincere expression: "The grievances and disputes are over, she is my aunt, no matter what grandpa's plans are, whether the scandal is covered up or not is another matter, this kind of death, I
I have to get an answer for her."
Ye Mengqiu froze, with complicated eyes and a faint look in his eyes: "Scandal, are you sure this is a scandal?"
Faced with this glare, Ye Qing was not afraid at all: "Of course it is a scandal. Even though it has been rubbed, his face is particularly springy... These reasons are meaningless. Grandpa wants to cover it up?"
"Actually, it doesn't matter if it's built, but if there's one, there are two. He might attack my people that day, and I won't tolerate him."
"Besides, he has passed away, so there is not much I can do." Ye Qing said with a slightly gloomy expression.
Hui is a taboo name. This aunt was very filial to her elders when she got married. Now that she has passed away, her influence on the living people has been greatly reduced, so that everyone only cares about covering up the truth and does not want to wash away their hatred. It is really "the tea is cool when people leave", but
My attitude has been clearly stated here, if I don't believe that this old man has no intention at all.
Ye Mengqiu looked at Ye Qing without moving. When he moved away, he stood up with some difficulty and stared blankly into the distance. He said, "It's rare that you have such a heart, Qing'er. It must be gratifying to know Hui'er under the spring."
Sighing again and again, he looked at the white streamers in the mourning hall below. As if he was infected, his cloudy old eyes became sharp again: "Maybe it was an outsider who was guilty."
"Yejiazhuang is a red house. How can an outsider commit a crime and still know nothing about it? If you have this ability, you can say some unpleasant things without having to do anything to your aunt. There are many girls and wives in the county."
Qing Yixi said.
"Then what are you going to do?" Ye Mengqiu finally said.
With these words, Ye Qing smiled, and his goal was achieved.