And Feng Hongluan, standing among the pile of bones, let the strong wind ruffle her skirt, blow away her bun, and let the tall weeds cut her cheeks and arms.
As if she couldn't feel the pain, she searched among the bloody, bones, rotting, dirty and horrific piles of bones.
No, no Xiao Yunye, she raised her head, smiling through tears, no, that bitch Yan'er lied to her, how could Uncle Xiao be in a place like this.
She came out of the mountain of corpses step by step, comforting herself along the way, but saw Liuxiang standing not far away holding a bundle.
She had a cold face and didn't even look at Liu Xiang. Liu Xiang saw her staggering out of the pile of corpses. She endured the pain and ran forward, trying to help Feng Hongluan, but was pushed mercilessly by Feng Hongluan.
Kai: "Get away!"
"Miss!" Liu Xiang's voice was choked with sobs. He struggled to get up from the ground and walked to Feng Hongluan. "This is what Xiao Huyuan asked the slave to give to you before he died."
Stunned, Feng Hongluan stretched out her hand to receive the revenge, but suddenly retracted her hand and looked at Liuxiang hatefully: "You're talking nonsense."
"Miss!" Liu Xiang cried, "I didn't lie to you."
"No, you're talking nonsense. I didn't see Uncle Xiao's body at all. You're talking nonsense."
"Miss, the prince ordered people to bury Xiao Huyuan. Miss, don't do this. Miss, I also hope that Xiao Huyuan is okay, miss."
Buried!
Her body was frozen in place, unable to move at all. Liu Xiang stepped forward, but Feng Hongluan just reached out and pushed her.
Step by step, she walked toward the southeast, staring at the flying sand and rocks and the blood on the ground. She didn't know where she was going, and she didn't know what she wanted to do. In her mind, all she could think of was all the good things Xiao Yunye had done to her since she was a child.
.
It's not like this, it's really not like this. In the last life, Uncle Xiao was still alive and well when she died.
Hong Yan said that Mr. Liu agreed to re-investigate the case and would not wrongly accuse anyone casually and would not let Uncle Xiao take the blame casually.
"I won't let anything happen to you, don't worry." Isn't that what Hong Yan promised when he came out of Mr. Liu's room?
Why! For...
I won't let anything happen to you, because from the beginning to the end, Hongyan is the one who wants to protect her, and the one who wants to sacrifice is Uncle Xiao, right?
She walked stupidly, without tears or expression, like a marionette, until her vision went dark, and she threw herself forward and fell in the dense bones of that place.
*
In a daze, I felt a pair of hands caressing my face gently.
Between my nostrils, I smelled a faint aroma of mugwort. I felt as if I was on an empty plain, with no village in front of me and no shop behind me. There was no one, only the wind, which brought bursts of mugwort-scented smoke.
.
In the hazy moment, there was a person standing deep in the smoke. Feng Hongluan took a few steps up, but the person was hidden even deeper, as if he didn't want her to see him.
"Who are you? Where is this?"
"Red Luan!"
The moment the gentle and ethereal voice sounded, Feng Hongluan's tears fell down.
"Mother."
"Child, is this what you want?"
That ethereal and gentle voice was the same as in my memory.
Feng Hongluan took a step forward, trying to see clearly the face in her memory, but the Aixiang fog became heavier. She couldn't even see her mother's outline clearly, and could only hear her voice.
"Tell mother, this is what you want?"
Feng Hongluan held her head, feeling extremely painful. She squatted down and hid her face. Tears flowed from between her fingers, along her wrists, and into her sleeves unscrupulously.
"No, this is not what I want. Mother, I just want to eradicate all the evil people and protect all the people I love around me. This is not what I want, mother, I was wrong, I was wrong
.”
"My child, all causes and effects are determined by fate. If you have not planned to harm others, others will not harm you. Think about your uncle, child, if this is not what you want, look back now, look back, your pure hands
, I dare not be stained with so much blood."
"But mother, things are already like this. I started the beginning and have to end. Mother, tell me who is harming me behind my back and who harmed Uncle Xiao, okay, okay?"
"Hate can blind people's eyes, Hongluan, listen to my mother's advice."
"Mother, mother!" Suddenly, her body trembled, and she woke up. Next to her, stood a slender figure, but it was not Hong Yan, but Wang Huai.
Seeing her wake up, there was relief and joy in his eyes.
But she suddenly looked at him blankly, her mind went blank: "Why am I here?"
"You fainted at the mass grave. I brought you here. This is my villa outside the city."
Mass grave, suddenly, what happened before fainting instantly filled the void in my heart, and the warm tears began to flood wantonly, bursting the embankment, and flooding.
He stepped forward and stretched out his hand, trying to comfort her, but he was startled when he grasped her pointed head, and his eyes retracted apologetically.
"Don't be like this. I've heard it all. It's for your own good that Lao Wu has confessed. It's good for both your master and servant. He will not escape death after all. Now he can simply resist all charges so that you can be saved."
Feng Hongluan cried until her throat hurt, and her heart was full of emotions, including anger, pain, and disappointment. She almost roared: "It's for my own good. He shouldn't do this for my own good. Uncle Xiao didn't do anything I didn't do."
We have never admitted the things we have done. He said he believed me, but did he really believe me? If he really believed me, he would not hastily settle the case and let Uncle Xiao bear all the charges.
Investigate this matter thoroughly at all costs."
She was emotional and had a dull pain in her lower abdomen. He pressed her abdomen hard with one hand. King Huai finally couldn't help but stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders: "Don't be like this. You have a child in your belly. Think about the child."
"
When she thought of the child, her grief and anger became even more painful. There was a life gestating in her belly, but Uncle Xiao was gone forever, gone.
"How could you do this to me, how could you, Hongyan, how could he make his own decisions? He clearly knew that Uncle Xiao was like a relative to me, an indispensable person. He wanted me to live in guilt all my life.