Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

Hearing this, Song Qingyu only felt that he could not get out of his throat. Unclean heart? Du Heng even said that she was unclean!

If it weren't for the disaster star, why would she be like this.

The choking incense penetrated her nose, and she became more and more annoyed, "What kind of incense is in this room! You come and serve me, don't you even know that I never use incense!"

The maid looked at the incense burner next to her, and smiled, "This is the soothing incense from the master, in order to nourish the lady's heart. Madam must not pick and choose anymore. If this continues, I am afraid that even this incense I can't afford it."

"You, you!" A maid dared to have such an attitude towards herself, now this mansion is still the master of her own house!

Before Song Qingyu could speak, the maid retired, leaving Song Qingyu alone in the room.

At night, Yayuan is plotting a good show.

"Liu Shuang is ready?" The doors and windows in Du Xuechun's room were closed, leaving only Mingying as a maid.

Mingying nodded and said, "The slave servant has already prepared clothes for Liu Shuang, and Qin Shu has done makeup for him, and I'm waiting for tonight."

Du Xuechun stared at the flickering candlelight and smiled, "Everything, today, there should be an explanation."

At this time, Song Qingyu's room, without the care of Caiju and other confidants, seemed a little uneasy, sent all the maids out, and lay down quietly.

The smell of the incense in the room made her throat a little itchy, but she didn't dare to ask people to come in and pour out the incense. Now she was struggling in the mansion, and she didn't dare to ask too much.

As everyone knows, after seeing that the incense in the room was still burning, the maid sneered at the corner of her mouth.

In the middle of the night, Song Qingyu was sweating profusely, and she couldn't help struggling.

In the dream, it was Lin Sushuang's pale face, without a word, blood stains on the entire skirt, just staring at her.

"It's not me, it's not me, don't find me, don't find me!" Song Qingyu's flustered voice came out of the room. The maid who was guarding the door had heard it long ago, but did not go in and wake her up. Just staring coldly at Song Qingyu's face that had become a little sordid because of fear.

"It's you! You bought the wife and hurt me!" Lin Sushuang uttered a moment later, with an extremely stern voice. The next second, he rushed towards Song Qingyu.

"No! You are talking nonsense!" Song Qingyu waved his hands indiscriminately, the panic on his face revealed.

"You harm my daughter and me! I want you to pay for my life!" Lin Sushuang's hateful voice echoed throughout the valley.

Song Qingyu was shocked, she kept hiding behind her until she retreated to the abyss, and after another step, she would fall.

Lin Sushuang still walked toward her step by step, and with each step, the blood under her feet scattered like petals, looking shocking.

In the end, Song Qingyu turned his head and jumped down.

Waking up from the dream, Song Qingyu suddenly sat up. Only then did I realize that the dream just now made me sweat so much that even the bedding was soaked.

She patted her chest, but it was a dream.

It's just that, for so many years, I have never dreamed of Lin Yushuang, why is it so real today?

She lifted the bedding, trying to take a sip of water to be shocked. Unexpectedly, as soon as the quilt was opened, there were blood stains all over her trousers. She was startled, but did not yell out.

Forget about the days, today should be a monthly event. No wonder, Hundred Days would feel so bitterly cold.

She got up and wanted to call someone to change her pants, but suddenly heard a low cry.

"Who! Who is crying?" Song Qingyu was a little uneasy because of the nightmare he had just now. Now that the cry is so infiltrating, his heart is even more panicked.

She looked around, but there was no one. In the dark room, she could only hear her breathing alone, and the strange crying sound was even more terrifying.

No one answered.

She began to sweat again on her head and looked around, "Come here, come here!"

Who knows, even the subordinates are not there. She seemed to be the only one left in the entire yard.

There was a flurry of hair in her heart, trying to find out the source of the cry, but the cry was like a magic sound, coming from all directions, it was impossible to tell where the sound came from.

"Who is it! Who is pretending to be a ghost?" Song Qingyu's eyes were full of horror. All this was so weird that she had to believe it.

As she shouted, the crying became louder.

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" She felt a bit tingling on her scalp with a sorrowful cry. I couldn't help but grasp the bedding tightly, trying to find some sense of security.

However, in this dark night, she could not feel a trace of peace of mind.

"How miserable I died! How miserable I died!" The cry stopped abruptly, followed by a stern cry, which was so familiar that Song Qingyu was startled.

She waved the pillow, trying to move the voice away from her, but the voice seemed to get closer and closer.

"Who are you! Why do you want to pretend to be a ghost!" she shouted, wanting the guards in the palace to find out. However, the surroundings were always quiet, as if this huge Xiangfu only left him alone.

The next second, a white figure appeared before her eyes.

"Ah!" she yelled, stepped back against the wall, and watched this scene in horror.

"I died so miserably..." The person in front of me was crying in a low voice, with a crying voice, as if talking about his miserable life.

She looked at the face that was almost the same as Du Xuechun, and her heart was flustered.

"Lin, Lin Yushuang! What do you want to do!" The person who had just met in his dream now walked up to him like a ghost. No, this is ghost!

Song Qingyu pointed at the person in front of him and roared.

"Second concubine...Why do you want to harm me, why!" There was a low cry first, and finally a sharp questioning.

Song Qingyu only felt a tremor all over, "I, I didn't harm you! The one who harmed you is the stable woman, it's none of my business!"

"I want you to pay for my life!" The person in front of me didn't listen to the explanation, and just rushed towards Song Qingyu. Song Qingyu couldn't help moving back, his back was already leaning against the wall, unable to retreat.

Seeing that the person in front of her was about to touch herself, she fainted with a cry.

The room suddenly became silent, and the white figure jumped out of the window and disappeared into the courtyard.

In the elegant garden, Liu Shuang ran back in white clothes, entered through the back door, and entered Du Xuechun's room.

"How's it?" Du Xuechun peeled the grapes in her hands and looked up at Liu Shuang's dress, even she couldn't help being taken aback. This face is almost the same as his own, but with a few more years of traces, exactly the same as Lin Sushuang in the portrait.

"That's right, Miss! Then Song Qingyu yelled when he saw me, and finally fainted. I pretended to be a while, and saw that she didn't seem to be pretending to be faint, so I ran back." Liu Shuang chuckled. , Touched his head.