Chapter 4 Chapter two

Go out of Baosha, walk through the corridor, pass the screen wall, and arrive at Jiamu's place. The mandarin ducks come out early to welcome them, carrying Xichun with one hand, and ordering the maidservant to wait outside with the other. There is a cool and stale fragrance in the spacious main room, which is the smell of a noble family with a small population.It's ridiculous that the storybooks of the market talk about wealth and honor, such as jade halls, golden horses, and colorful flower clusters, are just vulgarities in the dreams of poor people.This is true of the real rich and noble, calm and dimly lit distant pavilions.

Only the Xiang curtain that hangs down to the ground moves slightly occasionally. Cloud Ta is still Cloud Ta.It's just that there are no more children and grandchildren around Jia's mother.She seemed to be asleep, but Xichun felt that she was awake at all times, she was sober and sharp, like a peerless Longquan sword, the more dangerous she was, the more she could rely on for help.Usually, she would rather hide under the gorgeous sheath, let her children and grandchildren rub her shoulders and beat her legs, and listen to those witty words flying out of the mouths of people around her.She enjoys family happiness.

Xichun's footsteps were light and light.She really couldn't bear to disturb the old man, even though she was as calm as a mountain and as wise as the sea, she was old after all.No matter how wise old people are, they can't resist fatigue. They need more rest. Xichun stood there, motionless. The old lady opened her eyes, and her eyes were as bright as stars in the dark hall.As Xichun felt, she could see everything in this mansion, every plant, every tree, everyone's thoughts. "Fourth girl, come here, come to grandma." She beckoned. Xichun's tears fell, and she leaned against her kind grandmother, tears falling like rain.

"Look, why is our fourth girl like Lin girl? She likes to cry." Jia Mu turned to Yuanyang and said, "Go and tell the kitchen to make some desserts that fourth girl likes. Don't let people say that I made my granddaughter cry from hunger." .” Yuanyang went away with a smile, closed the door casually, and told everyone under the steps to wait, not to enter without permission from the ancestors.The second master Bao and Miss Lin blocked the way when they came, saying that the ancestors were sleeping in the middle of a rest. This is the fine point of mandarin ducks.Mother Jia came to find Xichun alone, but didn't ask her to wait.There must be a reason.

Yuanyang has a good idea.In the house, Mother Jia is comforting Xichun. The whimpering gradually became thinner. Xichun lay on Jia Mu and wept bitterly. Then she decided to follow her grandmother's order to keep Qin Keqing's spirit. The night was cold and the wind was cold, and the white silk couldn't help flying under the wind's encouragement.Xichun felt that the wind was faint blue, and it forced towards her slightly.Forced into her gaping body.Gradually, nothing existed in the body, and the omnipresent wind had washed them clean.Buddhists say that form is form, and the body is the skin.She felt that the Buddha's words were true.She is now like an inflated skin, but she doesn't know if she has been cleansed of her original sin.

Is it dead, is it finally dead?she asked herself.Do I want her to live or die?That woman, a woman who was lying in a coffin and could never get up again.I either love her or hate her. The conclusion was made after the coffin was built, but even if she built the coffin, she couldn't make a conclusion for her. Xichun stood up and walked towards the coffin.She wanted to look at her again.In this life, she was the first woman she loved and also the first woman she hated. Perhaps, also the last one. Xichun stroked her face.Keqing is as beautiful as when she was born.During their lifetime, they rarely had the opportunity to look at each other so closely and unimpeded.There are too many people between her and her.

Xichun caresses her eyebrows and strokes her own.The woman lying in the coffin has a body like a willow, a face like a lotus, and a pair of peach blossom eyes closed.There was a mark at the bottom of her neck.A scar that cut off her life.Xichun closed her eyes, and seemed to see her hanging on a high beam, having settled the grievances and grievances of the whole life, her body seemed light and small. Xichun glimpsed the emptiness of life prematurely, so she can understand the pain and ease of Keqing's death.She talked to her as if she could hear— "King, you also have fine lines at the corners of your eyes. I've grown up, and you're getting old too; but Qing, what do you think of your eyebrows and my eyes? And your mouth is small. It's bright red; but dear, your fragrant lips, he must be afraid of melting in his mouth..."

As Xichun said this, she smiled, her fingers pulsating on Qin Keqing's face and her own face, like a dexterous and strange fish playing among the floating aquatic plants. What a beautiful stunner——Xi Chun smiled with emotion, she inherited her appearance, but not her gentle and affectionate character.But if Qing is submerged in a man's water, she can only be regarded as ice piercing her hands. "Time is enough, you should go back—" Behind Xichun came a deep male voice.Under the cover of long and layered white flags, a man walked over with a lantern. Huangquan Road, Naihe Bridge.This person is her soul emissary.Xichun trembled in her heart, the energy that had been filling her heart just now was gradually fading away, she didn't know if it was because of the cold, or the fear brought by this man.Her hands trembled on Qin Keqing's face, breaking through the calmness and indifference she had when facing the dead just now.