Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

"This is the other courtyard of the Murong family. As for the 'Miss' in the old slave's mouth..." Rujin pursed her lips, with pain and longing in her eyes that could not be concealed: "Young lady wants to know who our Miss is..." , please follow me." Without waiting for anything else, Qingyun turned around and walked to the right side of the hall.

Putting down the tea cup in her hand and staring at Rujin's back, Qingyun frowned.

Although she didn't understand why Rujin told her these secrets so easily, she was keenly aware that there was resentment hidden in Rujin's seemingly respectful respect for that person.

As the saying goes, the enemy of your enemy is your friend, and you may get unexpected gains from Rujin.

The most important thing is that she is very curious about the lady Ru Jin talks about, and she has an indescribable emotion, as if she has an inseparable bond.

Slowly stood up and straightened out the lavender dress that seemed to have been tailor-made. A vague edge flashed across Qingyun's eyes, keeping up with Rujin's pace.

Hanging the curtain lightly on the hook on the wall next to it, a locked door appeared in Qingyun's eyes, and she couldn't help but frown.

Rujin took out a key from her lapel and unlocked the door, then pushed open the closed door and walked straight in.

At the first sight, two old-colored but smooth and clean bookshelves are lined up side by side. Many books are neatly placed in categories on the bookshelves. On a large desk in front of the bookshelves, the Four Treasures of the Study and a stack of Chengxintang paper and an inkstone are placed in an orderly manner. The ink in the room has dried up, obviously it has not been used for a long time. There is a rosewood chair between the bookshelf and the desk. There are several beautifully framed landscape paintings hanging on the walls of the room. Although they are a little faded, they are still as clean as new. The room is also as clean as new. Almost spotless, a dark light flashed in Qingyun's eyes. He walked to the bookshelf and looked at the astronomical geography, humanities and customs, history books and miscellaneous notes... He sighed in his heart: It seems that this master is very knowledgeable. Learn more.

Rujinjian Qingyun, who had opened a small door in the study room, did not follow, but stopped in front of the bookshelf, with an expression of browsing books, and Pingting's tall silhouette, against the backdrop of the afterglow of the setting sun shining through the open window, It looks like a dream, but also as elegant as the wind.

Pictures of the past flashed before Rujin's eyes. She still remembered that at that time, the young lady was standing in front of the bookshelf and reading books intently...

The room was so quiet that he couldn't even feel a breath. Qingyun thought about it and turned his head slightly. He saw Rujin looking in a trance, as if he was thinking about something. His delicate face was full of longing and pain, so he asked softly. : "Rujin, don't you want to take me to see your lady? Where is she?"

A clear and curious voice reached her ears, and Rujin suddenly came back to her senses. The strange look on her face disappeared immediately, replaced by a calm and gentle one, with a hint of complicated emotions: "The old slave's young lady is here. When the girl comes in, Just look and you will know." He reached out and pushed open the closed door.

Qingyun didn't think much, and slowly moved past Rujin who was standing by the small door, and slowly entered the room.

Through a small window on the wall, it can be seen that in the middle of the small house, which can only accommodate six or seven people, there are four spiritual tablets placed on a wooden table. The one in the middle has the words "Test the spiritual tablet of Murong Zhenhua first", and the one on the right says It says 'The spiritual tablet of my late concubine Murong Yue Shi Shuhui', the one on the left says 'The spiritual tablet of my late wife Murong Yue Shi Qinglian', and the other one is blank. There is a faint scent of incense and candles filling the room, and the one on the left Three portraits of a man and two women hang on the wall.

The woman in the portrait at the end has her soft and bright hair pulled into a bun, with a pearl-jasper jade pendant inserted diagonally between her hair. Her complexion is as crystal clear as jade, with pear dimples looming on her cheeks, and her lips are not dotted. As for Handan, her eyebrows are unpainted but green, her eyes are clear and peaceful, and she wears a lavender dress that makes her whole person elegant and gentle. Even though the painting is old, it can still be seen how graceful the woman was when she was young.

Staring deeply at the peerless beauty, Qingyun's expression was moved, her dark eyes were as calm as water, and there was an indescribable ripple in her heart.

She once saw the only portrait of her late mother that her father kept in the secret room of Mingde Hall. Her father said that although she inherited all her late mother's advantages, her appearance was only 60-70% like her late mother's.

The woman in the portrait in front of her looks so much like her late mother. To be precise, her appearance is more similar to the woman in the picture, even the pear dimples on her cheeks are exactly the same.

Slowly stepping forward, reaching out and carefully caressing the outline of the woman in the picture, Qingyun's eyes were misty and deep, her lips moved slightly, her voice was hoarse and ethereal: "Murong Gu's Qinglian, Murong Gu's Qinglian, haha Haha... So that's it! That's it!" Two lines of clear tears quietly ran down his cheeks.

Looking at Qingyun, who suddenly felt a sense of sadness lingering all over her body, Rujin's complexion changed slightly, and her eyes flashed with doubt and depth: "What's going on, girl?"

"I'm fine." After hearing Rujin's question, Qingyun quickly put away her troubled and sad emotions, took out a silk handkerchief and quietly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, pretending to be calm and said: "Is the woman in this picture your young lady?"

Picking up the incense on the table and lighting it, she handed it to Qingyun. Rujin took a step back and then nodded lightly: "Yes!"

Taking the incense handed over by Rujin, Qingyun knelt on the futon beside the table, kowtowed three times respectfully, then inserted the incense into the ash altar on the table with his own hands, then walked slowly to the portrait, staring at it The woman said softly: "Rujin, how long did it take for your lady to pass away?"

"More than thirty years ago." Rujin's deep voice was obviously filled with longing and grief.

"How did your young lady pass away?"

This sentence deeply touched Rujin's heartstrings, and suddenly she knelt down on the futon facing the memorial tablet, wailing in a low voice, which was heart-breaking to hear.

After a long time, Rujin stopped crying, and with choked sobs told Qingyun about her young lady's short life. When she talked about how her young lady was killed, she became even more sad, angry, and even gnashing her teeth, as if she wanted to eat the thief alive.

"I want to be alone for a while. You should go out first." Although Rujin hid it well, Qingyun still keenly heard the hidden intention in her words. She couldn't help but frown, and there was a trace of darkness in her eyes. Dark light.

Rujin wanted to say something else, but when she saw Qingyun waved her hand impatiently, she had to swallow all her words, stood up slowly, took a deep look at Qingyun's proud and pure back, bowed her head and left. Enter the hut and close the door.

Staring deeply at the woman in the picture, Qingyun murmured: "Rujin wants to use my hand to get rid of that person, do you also hope so?"

After exiting the hut, Rujin's face no longer looked sad as before, instead it was full of resentment and cruelty, with pride and calculation in her eyes.

"Why are you doing this?"

A deep voice suddenly sounded, and Rujin was startled. She turned around and saw the middle-aged man standing at the door of the study. Her face darkened and she gritted her teeth and said, "He deserves to die!"

The man sighed: "He has been grieving and regretting for so many years, so why are you so obsessed with him?"

"What's the use of grief and remorse? Can Madam be brought back to life?" Rujin's pupils were stern, and the volcanic storm that had been suppressed for many years in his eyes seemed to overflow from the sea all at once, and a cold and bone-gnawing rage burst out from his body: "And Miss,

Poor young lady was born just over a month ago...

...If it weren’t for him, Madam wouldn’t have died tragically! If it weren’t for him, Miss’s life and death would not be unknown to this day! Do you think he deserves to die? It’s a pity that I haven’t been able to kill him for so many years, and I can’t avenge Madam and Miss, right?

I am incompetent and I feel sorry for the madam and young lady!"

Thinking of the gentle and virtuous madam who died innocently and tragically, and the well-behaved and lovely young lady, the man's eyes dimmed, and his still handsome face was filled with sadness: "How can you be so sure that that girl can avenge the madam and the young lady?"

"Intuition!" Seeing the doubtful look on the man's face, Rujin whispered mysteriously: "Don't you think this girl and Madam are very similar?"

"you mean......"

"When I first saw this girl, I felt inexplicably kind, especially because she has an elegant temperament and is still calm and calm in the face of such a situation. When I see her, I always feel like I am seeing a lady. The most important thing is that she is

The first and only person that the master brought to the other courtyard shows that her relationship with the master is extraordinary, and I am sure that she is definitely not an ordinary person."

"Even so, she is just a weak woman with no strength. How can she kill him? Don't forget, he is a very powerful martial artist."

"You are thinking too simply. Since this girl is not an ordinary person, her identity must be extraordinary to develop such a calm and calm demeanor. There is naturally a powerful force behind her. She must have her own way to kill her.

Him!" Rujin Qingxiu's face was filled with cruelty: "Even if this girl can't kill him in the end, there is no loss for us, right?"

The man pondered for a moment and nodded: "But you still have to be cautious, lest he notices the clues. The consequences can be imagined."

"So what if he senses the clues? Can he kill me?" Rujin was obviously confident.

Seeing Rujin obsessed with the excitement of revenge for his wife and young lady, the man opened his mouth to say something, but finally it turned into a sigh.

The footsteps outside the house gradually faded away. Qingyun heard the conversation between the two clearly. A layer of mist slowly appeared in her dark pupils, like an unfathomable lake, deep and mysterious. She raised her lips slightly and pursed her lips.

A cryptic sneer.

It was the third watch of the night, and a bright full moon hung high in the dark sky. There were only a few candlelights flickering in the huge courtyard, which contrasted with the full moon and a few twinkling stars in the night sky.

Taking the coat off the hanger, Qingyun glanced at Rujin who was breathing evenly and sleeping peacefully on the soft couch. She walked out of the room softly and looked at the bright moon in the sky. Sad thoughts filled her heart. Suddenly, she drifted in the gentle night wind.

The strong aroma of wine, mellow and spicy, made me frown slightly.