Chapter 327 Salvage of the Body
The dusk was dark, and only a few stars remained in the sky.
Lanyuan.
There is a peace talisman hanging in front of the couch, and the peaceful incense is lit in the house
But Yu Ting was not at ease late, and his forehead was sweating profusely, as if he was trapped in that nightmare again.
She saw the grave again.
There was still fog around, and I could only see a few plates of fresh fruits in front of the grave, and a half-burned incense. It can be seen that someone came to worship not long ago.
She had done this dream back and forth for more than ten times.
I thought it was another unchanging dream, but I never thought that a light suddenly appeared in front of me, illuminating all the way from a distance, opening up a new path for her without knowing where to go.
Yu Tingwan hesitated in his dream for a moment and walked forward towards the path.
I don't know how long I have been away.
The light is getting brighter and brighter.
She tried to touch it, and a suction force from nowhere came from, overwhelmed her without warning, and the scene around her suddenly changed the next moment.
Yu Tingwan didn't have time to see it. He was really unable to stand firm and tried to grab something, but she didn't catch anything and her body was uncontrollably moving forward.
Finally, I stopped in the elegant courtyards everywhere.
A voice came from the front.
Yu Tingwan looked up and saw Jiashan walking into the yard. The Meng Ma, behind him, bent her body and reported.
"Mrs. I was not here at noon. The master came back. He hurriedly changed his official uniform and looked very bad. He didn't leave anything, so he set up a horse to go out."
The wintersweet planted in the corner of the yard was blooming and hung on the branches, adding a bright color to the silver-covered plain wrapping.
Jiashan was walking on the snow, and the soles of her shoes made a squeaking sound, and she didn't walk fast.
"Maybe it's busy with official duties."
"As the end of the year approaches, I always have to be extra busy. In addition, the palace was not peaceful in the past few days. Not to mention that since the crown prince went to the East Palace, it is common for the master to stay away from his feet."
Mrs. Meng hesitated.
It seems that I want to say something, but I can't speak up while hesitating.
Jiashan realized something was wrong and paused.
"What?"
"What are you hiding from me?"
"I don't dare to do it."
Po Zi Meng: "It's just... it's just that our young master came half an hour ago. I asked if something happened at home. I heard it was strange. What can happen to our mansion? After asking, I found out that the master has given up on the emperor. Fake."
She is an old man serving Jiashan and comes from the He family. The youngest son in her mouth is He Xuran.
Jiashan smiled a little, and his scrutiny on his face became a little more.
"The old slave is guilty and he has taken care of it."
Mrs. Meng looked around and saw that there was no one around.
"After inquiring, I found it was the direction to Ze County again."
Jiashan's smile gradually dissipated, she was inexplicably nervous, and she also looked forward to it. The hand holding the veil tightened, as if it could be torn off at any time.
When Gu Fuju left Shangjing, he would tell her.
On that fixed day, even if she didn't talk about the location, she wouldn't ask, and the two of them were tacitly aware of it.
Meng Pozi: "When it comes, it's the beginning of spring every year, and I often can't catch up on the girl's birthday. I don't know what happened this time. It's winter, and the snow outside is still thick. As the New Year is coming, the master said He went out without saying a word."
Although he was not as good as his legs and feet, he was also a civil servant. He sat in the office all day and his body was not as good as those generals.
But I don’t take a carriage and insist on driving. How far is the road? Is it that urgent?
Gu Fuju has always been calm in his actions.
Could it be that her Qingying was looking for it?
Jiashan had a guess and his thoughts couldn't help but go crazy.
Yes, it must be like this, there will be no mistakes.
Mrs. Meng was very thoughtful but didn't notice it.
"Miss Mother, the master has not taken over the years. He is considerate and considerate to you, but..."
"The master goes out for a while every year, and there are always rumors outside, saying that the master has raised a good friend outside. I don't think it's trustworthy, but you have to be careful."
It’s not that Mrs. Meng is worried.
It was really the mistress who couldn't give the master a son.
That's incense.
If it were someone else's mansion, it would have been a long time ago. What else she wanted to say, but Jiashan grabbed her arm.
Pooh Meng looked at Jiashan's eyes with wetness, bursting out bright colors that were hard to ignore.
"Hurry, please prepare a carriage!"
The carriage can't catch up.
It was already half a month later when Jiashan arrived in the area.
From the time she entered the boundary of Ze County, Gu Fuju's men received the letter.
Uncle Yan, who was following Gu Fuju, was shocked and hurriedly notified the people below to contact Gu Fuju, and then went there in person.
"Madam, why are you here?"
The smile on the corner of Jiashan's mouth could not be hidden.
"How can I not come?"
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Even if she hated her, she would come here to pick Qingying up in person.
The child is about to be twenty after the New Year.
I don’t know if I’m married or not?
How have you been in these years? Will you blame her? Would you like to see her?
All the way, Jiashan couldn't stand still.
When a person arrives here, his heart falls.
She suddenly began to regret it again, and she came too urgently and didn't take anything.
Jiashan was about to say something, but he met Uncle Yan's panicked and worried and sad eyes.
Suddenly, her back felt cold.
The heavy snow fell, as sharp as a blade. The biting chill seemed to blow snowflakes across.
This is a matter of the previous life.
Yu Tingwan was out of control and followed along.
The picture turns.
It's a familiar cemetery again. But the difference is that the fog gradually dissipates, and the surrounding scenery reaches Yu Tingwan's eyes.
She saw the carriage from the Taifu Mansion coming towards this side and stopped.
Before the servant's wife could lift the curtain, Jiashan's face sank.
Her eyes were red, but her hands under her sleeves were trembling.
"Miss Mother."
Uncle Yan didn't know what to say.
After all, he also came to Ze County with Gu Fu not long ago. He only learned the shocking secret of the Gu family when he watched him dig soil and build a grave.
He just said with a tough bullet.
"It was too late when the master came."
"I didn't even see the last time, and even the body was not salvaged from the river."
He was extremely sad when he said this.
These days, the rapids and turbulences were rushing. I was afraid that I would have been eaten by the fish in the river below.
Although the grave is standing, it is empty inside.
A young Taoist priest named Bao Pu passed by the river and said casually.
——"There is a custom in Shu that if a corpse is hard to find in the water, it is 80% plagued by water ghosts. You have to light incense from the riverside for the first three days, shouting the name of the deceased, and going back all the way to let him return home. It will be found in a few days."
Home?
But even if the girl dies, she doesn’t know that she is the daughter of the Gu family, and she has enough time to guide the way, so she is afraid that she doesn’t recognize that it is the way home?
As for the Yu family, it was already burned out.
Where can she have a home?
Yu Tingwan:? ? ?
Did she die in the water, or was she killed and thrown into the river?
Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but shivered.
Uncle Yan was silent when he saw Jiashan's face becoming increasingly ugly and pale.
Jiashan couldn't believe that Qingying was dead.
Even if there is a newly established grave in front of you.
She staggered and walked towards the other side. His face became colder and colder.
The servants looked at each other.
Mrs. Meng didn't know why Uncle Yan dared to say that kind of thing in front of his mistress, as if the master valued the dead person more!