I don't know how much time passed, but the mandarin duck under Magpie's hand was embroidered. She rubbed her sore neck and stood up.

Only then did I realize that the sun had turned westward, and a figure came out of the next room.

His hair was a mess and his body was as thin as a sugar cane.

He has high cheekbones and sunken eye sockets, and he stumbles over step by step wearing sleeping clothes.

"Oh, Die'er, you're such a bastard, you didn't even say a word when you came out, you scared me."

The magpie patted its chest and cursed at Dieer.

Die'er ignored the magpie's scolding and moved toward the door of the house one step at a time, seemingly slowly but anxiously, holding on to the wall.

"Madam, madam is calling me, hurry, hurry..."

Die'er, who hadn't said a word since the accident, finally spoke up.

Magpie was startled for a moment, and then he realized that he seemed to have ignored Mrs. Xie for nearly two hours. Previously, Mrs. Xie kept saying that she felt uncomfortable. What's going on now?

Thinking of this, the magpie put the handkerchief back into the sewing dustpan and entered the house first.

"ah!"

Suddenly a distorted scream came from the inner room.

As soon as Die'er staggered to the door of the house, she was hit by magpies rushing out from inside.

Both of them fell down. Magpie's face turned pale and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"What's wrong with you?" Die'er asked, suddenly having a bad feeling in her heart.

The magpie pointed to the inner room with trembling hands, and her teeth clicked together.

"Young Madam, she, she, she is dead..."

"What?"

Die'er was shocked, struggled to get up, and stumbled towards the inner room...

…

By the time Yang Wenxuan came back, it was already the afternoon of the second day.

With Die'er's help, Mrs. Xie changed into neat clothes and her hair was combed.

He put a light powder on his face, folded his hands in front of himself, and wrapped a colorful ribbon around his wrist to cover the cut on his wrist.

She was lying quietly like this, with her eyebrows closed, as if she was asleep.

Yang Wenxuan raised his hand and stroked Mr. Xie's cold forehead. Thinking of the love between the two of them in the past, tears couldn't help but burst into his eyes.

"Ting'er, why are you so cruel, leaving me alone..."

"If our son is gone, we can still live again. If you leave, how can I survive alone in the world?"

Yang Wenxuan stood in front of Mr. Xie's bed, so sad that he couldn't help himself.

Die'er knelt on the ground nearby, wearing sackcloth and mourning, and put tissue paper into the small brazier in front of her while crying.

"Miss, you have suffered a lot in your life, and when you left, there was no one around to see you off."

"Die'er will burn some more paper money for you. While you're there, don't wrong yourself."

"Buy a few more maids to serve you, bring you tea and water, and share your worries and solve your problems..."

When Yang Wenxuan heard Die'er's murmuring beside him, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the maid.

"It's rare that you, this maid, still have some conscience, Fei Ting'er doesn't treat you in vain," he said.

Die'er sobbed and said: "Although we are master and servant, Miss treats me like a sister. It's useless for Die'er. If I were here today, Miss would not commit suicide by slitting her wrists..."

When Yang Wenxuan mentioned this, he thought of one person.

That's right, that person is still Zhou.

Yang Wenxuan gritted his teeth and said: "All of this was caused by Zhou's poisonous woman. She killed my son and Ting'er. If I don't settle this account with her, I will never be a human being!"

After a loving relationship, Yang Wenxuan wanted to bury Mr. Xie as his concubine.

Although he could not enter the ancestral graves after his death as a concubine, he would be able to make love to her openly and openly in the future a hundred years later.

This proposal was directly rejected by the old lady.

Moreover, he scolded Yang Wenxuan so much that he almost had two more teeth knocked out.

The reason was that the family scandal should not be publicized, so Ms. Xie was still buried as the young mistress of the Yang family, and was buried with Brother Hui.

Due to the current internal and external difficulties of the Yang family, the funeral was extremely simple, even shabby.

Even the standards of ordinary well-to-do families are not comparable.

Naturally, no relatives came to pay their respects.

But Yang Ruoqing still kept her name anonymous and asked the clerk in the coffin shop to send two wreaths to express condolences.

Yang Ruoqing actually had no hatred towards this Xie family.

I had dinner with Mrs. Xie twice. Yang Ruoqing felt sorry for the grandson's daughter-in-law of the Yang family and was angry with her.

Now that we have reached this stage, we can only blame Xie for making one mistake and losing everything.

Cutting his wrists and spending the rest of his life, maybe Xie realized that he was wrong,

Therefore, use the method of self-destruction to redeem yourself.

The real God is jealous of beauties, beauties have a bad life.

Yang Ruoqing is basically aware of the recent series of events in the Yang Mansion.

I know that the Yang family's father and son are having a hard time now, and business problems are coming one after another.

As if to tease them, the hole on one side has not been repaired yet, and the other side is broken and leaking again.

Yang Wenxuan was in dire straits and was already entangled in several lawsuits.

Because money was tight, it spread to the backyard.

The aunts and girls who were usually pampered and pampered also worked hard for more than ten years and returned to the pre-liberation period overnight.

Not to mention the gold and silver jewelry and the little private money he had saved in daily life were completely confiscated by Yang Wenxuan. Even the purses and sachets he made in daily life were confiscated by Yang Wenxuan and sold outside.

went.

Moreover, I heard that Yang Wenxuan is still contacting Mrs. Ya and wants to select some good-looking and young concubines and maids to sell.

I tried every means to reduce the amount of money in my head.

His wife, Zhou, was beaten and driven back to her parents' home. Her son died, and Xie also committed suicide.

The current Yang Mansion has undergone earth-shaking changes from when Yang Ruoqing and the others came here last month.

People in the mansion are in panic every day, and the atmosphere is extremely depressing and gloomy.

When Mr. Zhou is not sitting in the backyard, there are often people fishing in troubled waters at this time.

Like many big families, all kinds of scheming things came to the fore at this time.

Zhou's house was visited by countless waves of thieves.

Even the embroidered pillow on the bed was torn open just to see if there was money hidden inside...

In the inn.

Yang Ruoqing stood by the window and looked at Yuncheng at night, looking at the red lanterns stretching along the street.

In Yuncheng at night, many people went out to visit the night market, which was similar to modern cities, except that there was no information technology and technology.

The pace of life of ordinary people is slightly slower, but other aspects are similar.

Tonight, the same lights are on.

However, some families are happy and some are sad.
Chapter completed!