The farther the carriage goes to the outskirts of the city, the harder it becomes. When it reaches the vicinity of Deyizhuang, it becomes extremely difficult for the carriage to move forward.
The lantern hanging on the carriage swayed with the bumps, and the light flickered on and off, making it extremely scary.
Xunmei raised the car curtain to take a look, only to see pitch black outside. She was so frightened that she got goosebumps all over her body. She shrank her head and pulled Song Qinghuan tightly, whispering: "Girl, are you making a mistake?"
Why did Xue go to Yizhuang?"
After a pause, he lowered his voice even lower: "That Yizhuang is a place where corpses are released!"
After all, she is just a teenage girl who has never even seen a serious dead person. Now she wants to go to Yizhuang where corpses are full of corpses. Just thinking about it is scary.
Song Qinghuan responded casually: "Yeah."
It's just because the corpses of dead people are there that people are so frightened.
Attacking the city first attacks the heart, which is really powerful.
Song Qinghuan kept wringing the handkerchief, and really wanted to tear the handkerchief into pieces.
She is not the real Song Qinghuan. Although she trusts Song Youyu, Ta Xue and others, she doesn't know how much she can trust these people, and whether she can still trust these people when her life is at stake.
This was undoubtedly a huge gamble, and she was risking her own life to stop it.
The carriage bumped along all the way, and when it was still one mile away from Yizhuang, it couldn't go any further.
The driver who was driving the carriage felt that it was even colder here. He froze his hands and yawned. He said cautiously: "Princess, there is still one mile to go to Yizhuang. However, the road here is not easy and the carriage cannot pass. We are waiting."
still?"
"Walk there." Song Qinghuan's cold voice came from inside the carriage.
Not long after, she held Xunmei's hand and jumped out of the carriage. She raised her head and glanced at the sky. The sky was already turning white, and it would be dawn soon.
The cold wind blew straight down my neck, making my whole body feel chilly.
Song Qinghuan wrapped her cloak around her body and glanced at Xunmei, who was trembling with fear: "Just stay here and wait for me."
The news brought by Chun Niang said that everyone was alive, but after such a long time, and with Xiao Wei's ruthless methods, he didn't know if he was still safe.
She couldn't know that there was a circle of jackals, tigers and leopards ahead of her, and drag people to their death.
Xunmei shook her head and grabbed Song Qinghuan's clothes tightly: "No, I will go wherever the girl goes."
Although Song Qinghuan didn't say anything to Xunmei, Xunmei herself knew that she was here to save Texue. The fact that the eldest lady, who had been well-dressed and well-fed since she was a child, could do this for a slave was already beyond the reach of people like them.
What a great blessing.
Even though this place was eerie and scary, making people shudder, Xunmei still wanted to be with Song Qinghuan, even if he couldn't do it, it would be better to stay with her.
Song Qinghuan glanced sideways at Xunmei, suddenly made a face at her with teeth and claws, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"
Xunmei was so frightened by Song Qinghuan's sudden movements that she stepped back repeatedly. She fell to the ground without noticing, and immediately cried "Wow", but she also said: "I'm not afraid, I follow you. I'm not afraid of anyone."
Seeing her crying pitifully, Song Qinghuan felt guilty again. He sighed softly and pulled her up. He wanted to keep her here, but looked at those tearful eyes but couldn't say any cruel words.
Come.
He just bent down and patted the dust on her dress: "Okay, then follow me closely."
The master and the servant held hands and walked toward Yizhuang.
After all, despite the prosperity of Kyoto, this Yizhuang seems particularly depressed.
The two crooked-neck trees outside the gate have long been bald, and their dead leaves have fallen all over the ground, leaving them to rot without being swept away.
The mottled door seemed to fall apart as soon as you pushed it. When you stepped inside, what you saw in front of you was the particularly eye-catching monument to the deceased in the courtyard.
A gust of cold wind blew by, causing a few soft sounds, which only added to the feeling of terror.
Xunmei tugged on Song Qinghuan's arm tighter and tighter, wanting to throw her whole body at her.
Song Qinghuan smiled lightly: "Coward."
Xunmei didn't dare to speak. She was timid, but what girl is not afraid of ghosts and dead people.
As soon as he finished speaking, torches were lit in the courtyard, illuminating the Yizhuang brightly.
When the light shines on it, the thin-skinned coffins placed in the lobby of Yi Zhuang become even more eye-catching.
Song Qinghuan looked back and saw Xiao Wei sitting in the corner, holding his hands and looking at him with a half-smile.
"I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to come here very quickly."
Song Qinghuan protected Xunmei behind him and snorted coldly: "Xiao Wei, I'm sorry if I don't give you a plaque tomorrow for being so shameless."
Xiao Wei raised his eyes and glanced at Song Qinghuan, without much anger, he just said: "Thank you for the compliment, I just hope you still have such a day."
Then his voice became cold, and a chill spread all over his body: "Now that you have found yourself here, I won't beat around the bush anymore."
"Your people are with me, and I have caught the handle. Let's talk about a deal."
"You convince the Yun family to support me, and I will protect you and the Song family for a hundred years." Xiao Wei sat up straight, resting his left elbow on his knees: "The Song family is getting worse every year, but they can win the merit of being a slave to the dragon.
, that is a matter of getting promoted to a higher position and honoring the ancestors."
"You are my true concubine, and I will also let you sit firmly in the position of my legitimate wife for the sake of the Yun family, have children, and be happy and worry-free for the rest of your life."
No one can refuse these conditions.
Song Qinghuan looked at Xiao Wei, his expression unchanged, but his eyes were full of sarcasm.
Not to mention that Emperor Chengxing is still in good health and doesn’t know how many years he can live. Let’s just say that Emperor Chengxing still has so many sons. Why does he think that the throne will be his in the future?
Not to mention others, just talking about King Yu is enough for him to drink a pot. Where did he get his confidence?
Song Qinghuan didn't speak, so Xiao Wei waited for her to speak. The courtyard was so quiet that even the wind could hardly be heard.
Xunmei has a simple mind, and she was so frightened by these remarks. She never expected that her master would be here discussing the matter of following the dragon with His Highness the King of Yi. She would still be alive and well. If she was called
If the news spreads, you may lose your life.
"I need to meet someone first, otherwise there will be no need to discuss anything." After a long time, Song Qinghuan said coldly.
Xiao Wei was not afraid of her tricks, and his people had been following her since she left the house. He dozed off his eyes and made a gesture, and someone immediately pushed Song Youyu, Ta Xue, and Liu Ping out.
All three of them were tied tightly and their mouths were gagged. Their clothes were dirty and stained with black and red blood.
As soon as he saw Song Qinghuan coming, Song Youyu looked extremely excited, babbling in his mouth, and tried desperately to get away.
But as soon as he moved, someone started punching and kicking him. The teenage boy was beaten to the point where he couldn't stand up in a moment.
Song Qinghuan was anxious, but when he stepped forward, he was no match for those rough guys. Instead, he received a few blows and had to yell at Xiao Wei: "Xiao Wei, is this how sincere you want to negotiate a deal with me?"
